"Thank you, Prime Minister, Cheng Guogong!" Su Dishi smiled, let go of Su Nanxiang, and walked slowly to Shen's grandfather's grave.
Su Nanxiang glanced at Ouyang Shaochen and Murong Xue who were standing side by side in front of the brazier burning paper money, a sharp cold light flashed in the bottom of his eyes, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, his cold eyes fell on Su Dishi.
He lit three sticks of incense and inserted them into the incense burner in front of the tomb. Looking at the name engraved on the tombstone, he sighed heavily: "Time flies so fast, before you know it, you have passed away for ten years..."
The deep and deep voice reveals indescribable vicissitudes and melancholy!
Murong Xue blinked and asked tentatively, "Are Master Su and my grandfather good friends?"
"That's right!" Master Su nodded: he was about the same age as Shen's grandfather, he studied at the Imperial Academy, he became a Confucian scholar in the capital at about the same time, and he accepted students at about the same time. The difference is that he taught the young emperor, Shen The grandfather taught the young aristocrats...
"Back then, you were always free from illness and pain. Unexpectedly, you were sick when you said you were sick, and you passed away when you said you were dead. It's really sad... Cough cough cough..." The curling smoke lingered around the body, and Master Su coughed violently.
Su Nanxiang hurriedly took a step forward, supported Master Su, and said in a hurry: "Grandfather, the imperial physician specifically ordered you not to bear the smoke..."
"It's okay, it's just a little smoke..." Master Su waved his hands disapprovingly.
"There are so many incense sticks here, it's not called a small smoke, but a strong smoke, if you continue to smell it, your old disease will definitely recur!" Su Nanxiang said angrily, and helped Su Dishi to walk forward quickly Go: "Grandfather has already offered incense and visited friends, so don't stay here for a long time, let's go back, your friend is alive in heaven, and won't care about you."
Looking at her angry little face, a trace of helplessness flashed in Su Dishi's eyes: "Okay... listen to you, go back home..."
Before the words fell, Su Dishi suddenly stepped on the ground, and only heard a "click", his tall body leaned forward, and fell straight to the ground...
Su Nanxiang was caught off guard, and he staggered several times before he stood still. Looking at the fallen Master Su, he shouted in surprise: "Grandfather!"
Prime Minister Xie, Duke Cheng walked over in a hurry and helped Emperor Su up. His face was pale and bloodless. Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his eyes were full of pain...
"Master Su, where did you get hurt?" Prime Minister Xie asked tentatively.
"Left leg." Su Dishi said in a low voice, a layer of sweat broke out on his back.
Prime Minister Xie gently stretched out his hand and pressed Su Dishi's leg. Su Dishi gasped in pain, his serious face twisted slightly.
Prime Minister Xie's sharp eyes narrowed slightly: "The leg bone is broken, and it must be treated as soon as possible... Come and carry Master Su into the carriage."
"Yes!" A few servants came forward, carefully lifted up Master Su, and were about to move forward, when a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and holding a dust whisk walked towards him and saluted slightly: "Wuliangshou Buddha, there is something different here in the poor Taoist temple, so I hurried over, but unexpectedly, I was a step too late!"
Su Nanxiang's eyes froze: "What does the Taoist priest mean?"
"This old gentleman will be hurt because there are people here who are against him!" The Taoist paused every word, his eyes flickering.
"Really?" Su Nanxiang's eyes widened in surprise.
"Monks don't tell lies!" The Taoist shrewdly glanced at the Shen family's ancestral grave, and said loudly: "This tomb is a treasured place of geomantic omen, and the roads around the tomb are flat and flat without any potholes, but this old gentleman suffered a lot. Seriously injured, the girl didn't feel strange?"
Following the direction of the Taoist priest, Su Nanxiang saw the tombstone of Shen's grandfather. The ground in front of the tombstone was cleaned up specially, and it was as flat as a mirror. If you walk on it with your eyes closed, nothing will happen. However, your grandfather fell down and broke a bone. Satisfied...
The officials looked at each other with delicate expressions. The birth date and horoscope are mutually beneficial? real or fake
Emperor Su's gaze sank, and he raised his head to look at the Taoist priest: "Prince Daoist, this old man is seriously injured and needs urgent medical treatment. Please make way for the priest!"
The Taoist frowned slightly: "Mr., someone has severely injured you, and you don't want to know who he is?"
Master Su smiled and shook his head: "The old man came here today just to pay homage to his friends. After returning to the mansion, he will stay in the mansion to recuperate and will not leave the mansion easily. Now, naturally he won't be able to defeat the old man again, it doesn't matter if he knows or not..."
"No, no, the mutual restraint between him and the old man is not a close-distance mutual restraint, but a born mutual restraint. That is to say, his horoscope is not compatible with you. Since the day she was born, he has restrained you. The more he The bigger you grow, the more powerful the restraint will be, and your body will become weaker and weaker..." The Taoist paused every word, his eyes flashing with seriousness.
Sunan Xiangmei narrowed her eyes slightly: "The Taoist priest means that my grandfather's illness was caused by that person?"
"That's right!" The Taoist nodded heavily, his eyes full of dignity.
Su Dishi's face was slightly gloomy, and he said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, the Taoist priest, the old man's illness is caused by his own overwork and exhaustion, and has nothing to do with others..."
The Taoist smiled slightly: "The old man vomited blood in X month of XX year, and found out that he had a solid disease. In X month of XX year, his condition worsened. In XX month of XX year, his condition worsened again. In XX month of XX year, he retired to recuperate at home. In XX month of XX year... "
The Taoist priest talked endlessly about Su Dishi's illnesses and illnesses over the past ten years, and the officials widened their eyes and looked at Su Dishi frequently with questioning eyes, as if to say: "Is what the Taoist priest said true? "
Emperor Su's face was gloomy and terrifying, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the Taoist priest: "These are all calculated by the Taoist priest?"
"Of course!" Daoist chief nodded heavily, his eyes serious.
Emperor Su's gaze was deep: the time the Taoist said was exactly the same as the time when he got sick...
Su Nanxiang looked up at him little by little: "Grandfather, it seems that the serious illness you have been suffering from for many years was not caused by hard work, but was overcome by others!"
Su Dishi slightly lowered his eyelids and did not speak.
The officials looked at each other, their eyes widened in amazement, it was true that the horoscopes were incompatible, and that they restrained each other. Su Dishi was restrained into such a sickly appearance, who would be the one who restrained him? Is it one of these officials
The Taoist pinched his fingers, and said in a low voice: "He is getting stronger and stronger, the old man's body is getting weaker and weaker, if this continues, at most half a year, you will be killed by him..."
"How is this possible?" Su Nanxiang frowned tightly, looked up at the Taoist priest, and asked anxiously, "Does the Taoist master have a way to resolve the mutual restraint?"