I was a god in the 18th century

"... Buddha saves those who are destined to be saved. I seem to hear the sound of Sanskrit in the dark. The voice tells me that there is a destined person from the Qing Dynasty here, and I want to take him to the countryside to experience the folk life." Xia Qingdai babbled while making up some ambiguous words. When she got here, she turned her head slightly and looked at Owen beside her with a smile. Her meaning was very clear.

As powerful figures in Dinghai, Zhang Yutian and Ma Yu naturally could not be fooled by a young woman who appeared out of nowhere in just a few words.

The two men listened to Xia Qingdai talking with very friendly expressions, but the suspicion in their faces did not disappear at all, and they showed a calmness of "I'll just watch your performance quietly".

Seeing that the two were indifferent, Xia Qingdai turned her head to look at the temple priest beside her.

The temple keeper, who had a Taoist bun that was a hundred times prettier than a rat's tail, received Xia Qingdai's gaze, coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and said, "Several donors have come from far away, why don't you draw a lot and I'll help you interpret it, how about that?"

"Now? Here? Forget it, that's not appropriate." Master Wang stroked his beard and spoke on behalf of the county magistrate.

It was decided early on not to let the English red-haired people wander around, and the routes to be visited had been arranged long ago. There is no reason to change them at will or leave at will.

Moreover, there is no need to ask for divination for this matter - let alone ask for divination in the temple of the God of Wealth. Asking for divination for anything other than money in the temple of the God of Wealth is considered disrespectful.

Moreover, Mr. Wang, who is also in charge of agriculture, knows the current situation in the countryside. If foreigners are allowed to go, it will damage the country's prestige. How could he agree to this?

The temple keeper said calmly, "Since you are here, it means we are destined to be together. I am not open for business today, but I can interpret the fortune for you personally. If it doesn't work, I won't charge you."

The last sentence is the key. Since they were free anyway, Ma Yu and Zhang Yutian looked at each other and then gave Master Wang a look that suggested he take advantage of the situation.

Master Wang hesitated for a moment and said, "Since the Taoist priest is so kind, I would be disrespectful to refuse it."

After saying that, he walked forward and bowed several times in front of the statue of the God of Wealth, then picked up the bucket of lots in his hand and started shaking it. Staunton and John Barrow beside him had expressions that were no different from those of wild animals in a melon field, as they watched Master Wang finally shake out a lot.

When he picked it up and looked at it, it was a bad sign, and his face suddenly darkened.

The sharp-eyed and sharp-eared temple keeper also saw the bad fortune stick in Master Wang's hand, and without hesitation stepped forward and grabbed it, saying decisively: "Shake it again, the immortal didn't come just now."

Master Wang: “…”

Why does the priest of this God of Wealth Temple look so unserious?

After shaking the lot three times in a row, Master Wang finally drew a very good lot. He held his mouth tightly and handed it to the temple keeper, asking him to interpret it.

"Master, thank you for your help."

The temple keeper raised a mysterious smile and said, "Okay, what do you want to ask, benefactor?"

"Since we are in the temple of the God of Wealth, let's ask for wealth."

"it is good."

As he spoke, the temple keeper sat down at the desk beside him, took out a book from the drawer and started reading.

This book is nothing else but a book for seeking divine advice.

When Master Wang saw this, he immediately regretted his act of asking for divination. He should not have accompanied this person. They came out to show the English red hair around, not to visit the God of Wealth Temple, and the temple priest in this temple did not look normal.

But the temple keeper seemed not to notice Master Wang's expression. After watching for a moment, he said in a firm tone: "Since you are seeking wealth, according to the instructions on the fortune stick, it is advisable to travel east today. There will be an unexpected surprise."

"Really?" Master Wang responded calmly, without any change in expression. He didn't believe it. The temple keeper looked at Zhang Yutian again: "Is this the county magistrate?"

"Yes, it is me." Zhang Yutian did not feel strange when his identity was revealed. After all, he did not intend to go on a secret visit, otherwise he would not have brought his own advisor with him.

The temple keeper pointed at Owen mysteriously and said, "Did you see the color of his hair? Gold! Gold represents wealth. This is a boy who brings wealth. Take him with you, go east, and when you reach the border of Heping Village, you will get everything you want."

Even though Zhang Yutian had his doubts in his heart, seeing the temple keeper speak so confidently, he couldn't help but look at the blond Owen.

There shouldn't be any Taoist priests who are bored and want to cheat him in his territory, right? Otherwise, even if the Taoist priests can escape, the temple can't. Who would want to make trouble for himself? Even monks shouldn't be so bored.

So is what this Taoist said true?

Zhang Yutian and Ma Yu exchanged glances, and the latter nodded slightly, giving him an affirmative answer.

After getting support, Zhang Yutian turned his attention to Xia Qingdai, who was dressed in strange clothes, and then glanced at the temple priest who had calmly sat back on the futon. He smiled and said, "Interesting! Interesting! It's rare to have such an interesting day today, so let's go east and take a look."

He looked at Owen and asked, "Messenger, you just said you wanted to visit the countryside of our Qing Dynasty, right? Are you still interested now?"

Owen smiled faintly: "Of course."

"Then please."

Walking out of the temple, Ma Yu looked at the scorching sun above his head and said, "We've seen all the streets and alleys here, how about taking a sedan chair now?"

"Okay." Without waiting for the missionary to come over and translate, Owen answered for everyone.

It was also very easy to change to a sedan chair, as there were sedan chair bearers squatting everywhere on the street waiting for passengers. There was no shortage of people willing to work hard to earn some hard-earned money, whether in Europe or the Qing Dynasty.

Several people got on the sedan chairs and headed east. There were still a lot of onlookers, and the sedan bearers had a hard time squeezing out of the crowded alley and headed straight for the city gate.

Outside the city, there were only dirt roads, but at the same time, the crowds of onlookers decreased, and even the small roads became wider.

Of course, Xia Qingdai would not just follow behind blindly. She simply disappeared on the spot in front of the shocked gaze of the temple keeper, returned to the modern glass jar, and watched the little people below hurrying on their way.

It's a pity that she is not a real deity, otherwise she would use a spell to shrink the distance and speed up the process.

Xia Qingdai felt a little sorry for the sedan bearers who were carrying people along the way, panting and sweating profusely.

She turned her head to look, and soon her eyes lit up. She ran to the desk, picked up the mini desktop fan, and blew air downwards towards the clouds.

She didn't hold the fan too low, just hidden in the clouds. Even so, it could still bring a lot of comfort to the little people below.

After all, there was not a trace of wind in July.

In addition to holding up an electric table fan to fan everyone, Xia Qingdai also took a round fan to cover the sky above Owen's head. This made it seem as if a dark cloud was always following him. As long as you don't superstitiously believe that dark clouds following you are unlucky, then it's pretty nice to have a shade on the hot road.

(End of this chapter)