Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 117 Return to the original owner
"Dead?" Jiang Fuyuan was stunned for a moment, "It shouldn't be... Do you have his four pillars and eight characters?"

Just as Yi Jiaoyan was about to reply, Marquis Qingyang suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two with a shout.

"What destiny, what four pillars and eight characters, where did these charlatans come from? Don't you know that Taoist priests who are not from the Taoist palace are not allowed to use magic at will in Jingzhou!"

He glared at Jiang Fuyuan fiercely: "As soon as daybreak, I will go to the Taoist Palace to report..."

"Snapped--"

A crisp and loud slap fell on Qingyang Hou's face, and the clear white marks on his five fingers quickly faded and turned into deep red.

The burning pain climbed up his face, making him almost unable to open his eyes.

Yi Jiaoyan shook her numb palms, frowned and yelled back louder than him: "Shut up!"

Regardless of the embarrassment and disbelief on Qingyang Hou's face, she turned around and eagerly and skillfully announced a string of birthdays.

Afraid that only four pillars and eight characters were not enough, Yi Jiaoyan added: "His name is Wen Jinliang, his courtesy name is Shansheng, and he is from Jingzhou. If he is still alive, he should be in his thirties."

Hearing this, Ding Zhaoliu frowned, Shan Sheng... sounds so familiar...

Jiang Fuyuan nodded and took off the Suantian from his waist.

Ever since Bozhou learned in her dream that fortune-telling could change her destiny, she had been thinking about its use. She had learned a little bit about it before, but had never really used it. This time she just used it to practice.

Under the gaze of everyone, Jiang Fuyuan held the tortoise shell with one hand and chanted a spell with the other hand. After a moment, a golden light burst out from the tortoise shell, and then countless golden lights moved around the room like chasing each other, bringing up a gust of wind for no reason, and swept everyone away. The sleeves of his robe were fluttering.

Jiang Fuyuan suddenly felt something in her heart. She raised her head and looked forward. She saw Jinhua suddenly turning into golden birds, spinning in front of her with their long tail feathers.

Everyone was stunned by this vision, and Zhong Liefeng couldn't help but murmured: "Little Phoenix..."

I don’t know if he is calling Jiang Fuyuan or these golden birds.

The little golden phoenix spun faster and faster until it formed a huge golden disk.The disk rotates slowly, and various black and white horizontal lines of different lengths gradually appear on it.

When the disk stopped rotating, everyone recognized that it was actually a Bagua disk floating in the air.

"Wen Jinliang, the tenth day of the sixth lunar month in the year Guiyou..." Jiang Fuyuan read the message given by Yi Jiaoyan, raised his finger and tapped a place on the Bagua plate.

Then the Bagua disk suddenly burst out with countless light spots, dissipated and gathered, and finally formed a new, slightly smaller disk, which hung above the original Bagua disk and made a buzzing sound.

"Yin evil spirits will take care of the fate of the dead. The Seven Kills, Po Jun, Qing Yang...all have been affected..." Jiang Fuyuan stared at the two gossip disks and murmured, "Wealth, silk, official salary... are included in the Seven Kills, tsk. , insidious.”

She turned her head and glanced at Marquis Qingyang, then turned back and asked Yi Jiaoyan, "Have you three known each other since you were young?"

Yi Jiaoyan shook her head: "Shan Sheng and I were childhood sweethearts, and we only met him later."

She didn't even want to say his name at the moment, feeling that if his name came out of her lips, she would feel sick to her stomach.

Jiang Fuyuan hesitated and asked again: "Wen Jinliang had been dead for half a year when you married Qingyang Hou, right? Qingyang Hou's situation was probably not very good at that time."

"Yes." Yi Jiaoyan recalled with narrowed eyes, "At that time, the Qu family happened to be in trouble. As Mr. Qu's student, he was somewhat implicated. His future was not bright. He even received the title of nobility after marrying me... "

At this point, she seemed to suddenly understand something, and when she looked at Qingyang Marquis, her eyes showed not only disgust, but also resentment and pain.

Although Ding Zhaoliu was well protected by his mother, his mind was extremely clear. In an instant, he realized that when his father asked to marry his mother, it was definitely not because he simply liked her, but... he had an ulterior motive!
The family was in dire straits and his backer was killed. At that time, Ding Shuoming was in urgent need of finding a new backer, and Yi Jiaoyan, who was young and easy to deceive, was the best candidate.

The Yi family is rich and powerful, but far away in the northwest. She is alone in Jingzhou and has lost her loved one. Her heart is fragile and sad. Ding Shuoming only needs to create a few casual encounters, pretend to be affectionate, send some pictures to show hospitality, and the tender-faced Yi Jiao Yan was easily captured by him.

As for whether Yi Jiaoyan was really moved by his pretended true love at that time, or whether Ding Shuoming had done something else secretly, no one could tell.

Time has passed so long, even if Yi Jiaoyan wants to understand the crux of the matter now, she is too lazy to argue with Marquis Qingyang. She is more concerned about another thing now.

"Mu Xiangu, can you tell the real cause of death of Shan Sheng from the horoscope?"

Yi Jiaoyan anxiously raised the questions that had troubled her for 18 years. "That winter there was no rain for a long time, and it didn't snow until the [-]th of the year. Gu Qing said that this was an auspicious drop from heaven, a gift from God to His Majesty. A good boy has a good temperament. At that time, he wrote a poem to satirize Gu Qing, and then the next day He was found drowned in the moat..."

"They all say that Shangsheng's feet slipped after drinking, but I don't believe it! Shangsheng obviously doesn't drink. I suspect that it's Gu Qing..."

Her heart ached and she almost revealed all the doubts she had buried in her heart for many years. Fortunately, Ding Zhaoliu pulled her arm, and Yi Jiaoyan realized her gaffe and swallowed the rest of her words.

Jiang Fuyuan shook his head regretfully: "The fate of the dead has been determined, and the past is in the past. I can't see through things that are not shown in the horoscope, and I can't change them."

She keenly caught an extremely subtle exhalation sound. Jiang Fuyuan looked at Qingyang Marquis who was inexplicably relieved. After a moment of silence, he sneered: "You can't change the dead, but you can move the living."

As she spoke, she tapped her fingers and recited the birth date of Qingyang Marquis.

"Ding Shuoming, the eighth day of the first lunar month of the Guiyou year..."

In the eyes of Qingyang Hou, which grew wider and wider, the original Bagua disk scattered back to countless golden phoenixes, and formed a new life disk in an instant.

This time Jiang Fuyuan didn't hesitate and used both hands to constantly change the positions of the glowing bytes on the birth chart.

"Seven kills return, the army breaks into Tianliang..." She murmured in her mouth, and with every change in the horoscope, several people heard faint thunder in their ears.

Changing one's destiny and changing the heaven has always been against the laws of heaven and reincarnation. Anyone who changes one's destiny will suffer certain punishment from heaven.

Zhong Lianfeng couldn't help but look outside worriedly. There was a rumble in the sky and the thunder of tile cauldrons among the dark clouds.

He frowned: "Little Phoenix, stop now, it's not worth being punished by God for such a person!"

Jiang Fuyuan was not afraid at all, and his men kept moving.

What are you afraid of?It's one thing to be able to hit her with lightning, but it's another thing to dare to hit her.

She didn't believe that the little old man dared to hit her with lightning.

With green-white fingers, she pinched the most deadly evil star, selected the palace of life and pressed it inward.

There was another midnight thunder outside the door, and what appeared together with the thunder was the original fate of Qingyang Marquis.

The destiny is fulfilled, the things return to their original owners, the thunder outside disappears, and the night sky becomes silent again.

At the same time, everyone saw a ray of red light suddenly float from Qingyang Hou's head. It was the good luck that had been taken away by him for 18 years, and it was Wen Jinliang's beautiful life.

"Do not--"

Ding Shuoming reached out in panic to grab the red light, but only missed it.

The red light avoided him accurately and went straight towards Yi Jiaoyan. The moment it touched her, it penetrated into the spiritual platform and merged into her body.

"This..." Yi Jiaoyan touched her forehead in disbelief, feeling the steady flow of warmth in her body, "Is this a good life?"

Jiang Fuyuan remained silent and only blinked to signal.

When people died, Wen Jinliang should have disappeared long ago, and the ray of good luck left behind was purely the result of Qingyang Hou's defiance of nature. Unexpectedly, even if there was only the last ray of good luck left, he would go to his childhood sweetheart.

So affectionate.

In contrast to this affectionate relationship, there is Ding Shuoming, Dashun's number one softie and hard-to-eat man.

Jiang Fuyuan turned her head to look at Qingyang Hou, and raised the corners of her lips: "Good deeds and evil deeds will eventually be rewarded. Qingyang Hou, do you really think you can escape the whip?"

"Sleep less, you will believe your sweet dreams."

　God: Just listen to what you mean, so you don’t have to say I’m partial.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)