Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 398 Peachwood Card and Map
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"After I came out of that place, the more I thought about it, the more miraculous it became. When I wanted to turn back again, I searched for a full month, but I couldn't find the way back. It seemed that the surroundings were covered with blindfolds, blocking people's way. Therefore, I gave up..." Yuqing replied.

"So strange? Then how did you find the tomb robbers who led you to pursue them?" Yang Zimei asked.

"I remember, they seemed to be holding something in their hands to lead the way. Maybe those things were the key to breaking the blindness formation." Yuqing's eyes suddenly lit up, "I remembered, the one they led the way Things are similar to this mahogany card."

"Uh?"

Yang Zimei responded slightly, it seems that if you want to find the tomb in the future, you must rely on this mahogany plaque.

I just don't understand why this mahogany card is hidden in this Japanese-style wooden box?
This wooden box should have been taken by Grandpa Yue Qing from the Japanese.

Maybe the secret in it, he never solved it when he was born, so he often came out to observe with this wooden box.

"Niu Niu, please put this mahogany card and map away. When you are free in the future, go and have a look with your man. Maybe you will gain a lot." Yu Qing said.

"En." Yang Zimei nodded.

"By the way, if you meet that snake again, remember not to kill it, it has spirituality." Yuqing urged.

Yang Zimei was horrified when he thought of the poisonous snakes that the Ghost Subduing Master had summoned.

Even if she is spiritual, it is better for her not to encounter snakes again.

Of course, just as the snake does not take the initiative to attack her, she will not commit killing karma.

All living beings have spirits, even a snake is life, she will not kill it casually.

Yang Zimei wrapped the mahogany card with yellow silk cloth, and didn't put it in the wooden box, but put it in the bag she carried with her to hold all kinds of magical instruments.

Close the mechanism of the wooden box again according to the number of plum blossoms, and put it into the bag.

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Yuqing took Yuzhenzi and Yang Zimei to a ruined temple on the mountain.

There is only one temple in this ruined temple, who is about 80 years old, with old eyes and dim eyesight, and a bent back, which is completely different from the immortal Yuqing.

Hearing Yuqing's request to stay for a few days, Miao Zhu did not refuse, but said in a vague tone: "Shouldn't Taoist priests live in a Taoist temple? Why run off to our Buddhist ruined temple?"

Since ancient times, as the two major religions in China, Taoism and Buddhism, although there is no incompatibility, they have always been in conflict with each other.

When Buddhism prospers, Taoism is bound to decline.

When Taoism prospers, Buddhism will decline.

Yuqing didn't have such a strong family concept, and neither did Miaozhu, so everyone lived in peace.

Miao Zhu took out the tofu he made himself to entertain everyone.

This tofu is ground from the sweetest spring water on the mountain and pure natural soybean raw materials. In addition, it is cooked by Yuqing, a super chef who makes vegetarian dishes. Whether it is fried, stewed, boiled or fried, it can be cooked It was so delicious that Yang Zimei twitched her index finger.

As she ate, she thought that Master's deadline was approaching, and she would never have the chance to eat the vegetarian dishes Master made herself, so she couldn't help but burst into tears.

"What a silly girl, I'm so moved after eating tofu." Yuqing naturally saw her sadness, and said half lovingly and half angry.

Yang Zimei didn't dare to look up at Master with teary eyes, fearing that seeing his loving face would make her feel even more sad, so she just lowered her head and kept picking rice grains in the bowl.

"It seems that next time I have to change the uncle and I will cook, little nephew, if you have eaten the food I cook, you will definitely be addicted to it." Yu Zhenzi waved his chopsticks with one hand and said.

"I don't believe it." Yang Zimei said intentionally.

"Don't believe me! Do you know what my occupation was before I became a Taoist priest?"

"Could it be the chef?" Yang Zimei wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, rolled his eyes at his uncle and asked.

"You guessed it right, and it's also the imperial chef, who cooked for the leaders back then, hehe." Yu Mako boasted.

Yang Zimei smiled faintly, she really didn't believe what Yu Zhenzi said, but chatting with him diluted a lot of sadness and let her show her face again.

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(End of this chapter)