Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 79 Falling into a dream
A heartbreaking cry in the mourning hall interrupted the conversation between Zhong Liefeng and the old slave. The old slave's grief was aroused again, and his lips trembled and he shouted: "Mrs. Madam——"

Suddenly there was another burst of mourning in the courtyard.

After crying like this, he couldn't ask anything. Zhong Liefeng whispered to Jiang Fuyuan: "Let's go directly to the mourning hall."

As soon as they passed through the courtyard filled with weeping and before they entered the mourning hall, they saw Zhai Jinzu holding a wooden sign and wiping his tears while walking out, followed by a man and a woman.

Both men and women are familiar faces, they are Su Menglong and Bai Muxing.

Su Menglong was the first to look here, and when he saw Jiang Fuyuan here, the pain from being spanked by his father, which had left his butt bruised and bruised, suddenly swept through his whole body. He instinctively shrank back and bumped into Bai Muxing who was a step behind.

"Ouch." Bai Muxing cried out in pain, "Brother Long, what's wrong with you..."

Sensing that something was wrong with his expression, she followed Su Menglong's gaze and looked to the left, "Sister... why are you here?"

Jiang Fuyuan ignored her and called "Master Zhai". Only then did Zhai Jinzu look up with swollen eyes.

"Fairy aunt!" Zhai Jinzu's pupils shrank suddenly, and his hands holding the wooden sign suddenly tightened, "You are here! I..."

The words that he almost blurted out were swallowed again when he noticed the figures of several other people. A trace of wariness flashed in Zhai Jinzu's eyes.

"You are……"

Zhong Liefeng stepped forward and cupped his hands and said: "I am Zhong Liefeng, the general of Jingzhou Xiaoji. These three are the Immortal Chiefs of the Dao Palace. The imperial court knows that strange things have happened frequently in Bozhou recently, so it sent us to check."

"Oh... please forgive me for the inconvenience, and for being far away..." Zhai Jinzu bowed slightly, "It's not convenient to talk here. Please follow me to the front hall."

The mourning hall was solemn, and the low sobs of the servants and maids added to the depressing atmosphere. It was indeed not a place to talk about business, so under the leadership of Zhai Jinzu, everyone moved to the front hall.

Halfway through, Bai Muxing took the opportunity to walk up to Jiang Fuyuan and whispered: "I haven't seen you for a few days, and my sister has become more and more beautiful. I wonder if there is any secret?"

Jiang Fuyuan looked forward without even looking at her.

Bai Muxing didn't seem to feel embarrassed, so he chose another topic: "Sister, I just heard Mr. Zhai calling you Fairy Aunt. Have you joined the Taoist Palace?"

Jiang Fuyuan glanced at her and said coldly: "Don't call me sister, you look much older than me."

Bai Muxing:......

Su Menglong, who was pulled by Bai Muxing and followed them reluctantly, frowned when he heard this: "Mu Cizhan, Xing'er is chatting with you in such a nice voice, why are you talking? Why didn't I see that you are such a person before? !”

He snorted loudly: "It's so rude and disrespectful. Let's see which man will marry you in the future."

Zhong Lianfeng:? ?The scumbag still has the nerve to say that?

As soon as he clenched his fists, wanting to teach this idiot a lesson, he heard Jiang Fuyuan chuckle and reply: "Then you are so gentle and polite, there must be many men chasing you to marry you."

Su Menglong:......

Walking to the front hall, Zhai Jinzu asked everyone to take a seat one by one, and he carefully placed the wooden sign in his arms on the seat beside him before sitting down.

Only then did everyone see clearly that the wooden sign read "Beloved Wife Huang Shuxun" in five neat black letters.

Zhai Jinzu actually carried his deceased wife’s tablet with him!
Under everyone's astonished gaze, Zhai Jinzu poured another cup of hot tea and placed it in front of the table. He said softly: "Madam, you have been tired for a day. You must be thirsty. Come and drink some water."

A Taoist servant's eyebrows jumped and he whispered to Chi Xinsu: "Your Highness, is this Magistrate Zhai so severely hit that he went crazy?"

Chi Xinsu frowned slightly. Zhai Jinzu's state was indeed unusual. He rubbed the ivory handle of the fly whisk and said calmly: "Prefect Zhai, please forgive me. The people of Bozhou still rely on you."

Zhai Jinzu smiled miserably: "I really don't have the energy to deal with too many government affairs now. Most of the government affairs are decided by several county magistrates."

He turned his attention to the tablet beside him, and placed his left hand on it and stroked it slowly: "Including the sacrifice to the River God, several county magistrates discussed it and notified it to the Taoist government."

Another sacrifice.The expressions of the people at the table varied. The two Taoist waiters looked at each other. Chi Xinsu and Zhong Liefeng frowned at the same time, while Su Menglong and Bai Muxing were more curious.

Offering a sacrifice to the River God didn't sound like a serious idea. Zhong Lianfeng kept asking: "What sacrifice? How to sacrifice? Has the Taoist government agreed?"

"I don't know about that." Zhai Jinzu shook his head slowly, "I only vaguely heard that he was marrying the River God. It should be tomorrow."

Regarding his vague answer, Zhong Liefeng couldn't help but feel dissatisfied in his heart.

As the governor of a state, he only had a partial understanding of such an important matter. Even if he experienced the pain of losing his wife, it was not a reason for him to slack off and neglect his duties.

It was a pity that the general was not qualified to directly rebuke the prefect of a state. Even if Zhong Liefeng was angry, he could only hold it in.

There was silence in the room for a moment, and no one spoke again.

Jiang Fuyuan found that Zhai Jinzu had secretly looked at her more than once since they met, with an expression on his face that he was hesitant to speak.

She glanced at Zhai Jinzu calmly and said calmly: "Since the sacrifice is scheduled for tomorrow, let's go and see what kind of sacrifice method it will be tomorrow. As for now, we'd better trouble Mr. Zhai to arrange a few rooms first. We last night I've been driving all night, my car is stuck, my horse is exhausted, and I want to take a rest."

Hearing this, Zhai Jinzu's face flashed with surprise for a moment, and he immediately answered: "Okay, I'll let my servants prepare."

Su Menglong interrupted: "We also need two rooms, please Mr. Zhai to arrange them together."

Jiang Fuyuan rolled her eyes at him: [? ?The ghost is still there, right? 】

Su Menglong raised his chin after receiving the signal of disdain: "Why, you and I can't live here, but Xing'er and I can't? Uncle Xing'er is the Immortal Chief of Bozhou Taoist Palace, and we are here to express our condolences on her uncle's behalf today!"

Jiang Fuyuan was speechless: "What does it have to do with me whether you live here or not? You can just split yourself into eight pieces and live in eight rooms."

Su Menglong:......

Afraid that they would start a quarrel and flip the table over, Zhai Jinzu quickly hugged the tablet and said, "There are many, there are many. There is not much in my house, but there are many rooms! Everyone has them!"

The servants of the Zhai family were smart, so they specially divided the rooms of Su Menglong and Jiang Fuyuan as far apart as possible, one in the east and one in the west.

Jiang Fuyuan expressed that she was very satisfied with this. After going back to the room to freshen up a little, she lay down on the bed to relax.

After last night, she felt that there were two completely different forces flowing in her body. One was warm and familiar, probably the power of faith of the Xiyue villagers, and the other was a little unfamiliar, with a coolness, like the forest. The wind is like rain in March.

[Forget it, it can be used anyway, no matter where the power comes from. 】

Thinking about it, she fell asleep in a daze.

"Mu Cizhan."

A voice sounded in the distance, getting closer and closer, and seemed to reach her ears in an instant.

A white light suddenly appeared in front of the dark eyes, and the white light expanded. The next moment, Jiang Fuyuan was standing on a vast expanse of white water.

There are pieces of green round leaves floating on the water, each leaf is one meter in size, and the threads of veins on the leaves are covered like spider webs, which looks weird and strange.

Jiang Fuyuan stretched out her foot tentatively and tapped the round leaf lightly with her toes. The round leaf did not move at all, as if it was integrated with the water surface.

Stepping onto the leaves, she discovered that the round leaves were spaced regularly, forming a green path. At the end of the path in her field of vision, a white flower-like object was suspended above the water.

"Mu Cizhan."

The voice sounded again, clearer than before. The man and woman could not be distinguished clearly. It seemed as if it was coming from the ninth heaven. It seemed solemn, mysterious, and confusing.

(End of this chapter)