Chapter 62

Chapter 62: A Trio of Three in the Full Moon Season (Part 2)

Looking at the peerless man in front of him with a smile and bright clothes, Feng Lan felt a little awkward. This 

was his first time to meet this man face to face!

"TianYang greets the Empress." Cheng TianYang took the lead and saluted, speaking naturally.

Feng Lan felt slightly embarrassed and smiled, "Don't be polite, West Empress, just call me Feng Lan," his eyes 

drifted towards Si Cang Qing, "In this palace, there is no need to be so polite."

"Okay," Cheng TianYang also replied with a smile, "I'll take the liberty of calling you Brother Feng (gē: Brother ), 

so you can just call TianYang by his name!"

The atmosphere was a little weird, but not as awkward as Feng Lan had expected.

Perhaps because Feng Lan was beside them, Cheng TianYang's attitude towards Si Cang Qing was not as 

presumptuous as before. He just followed them quietly.

The three of them, after deliberately disguising themselves, drove out of the palace and headed straight for 

Luofeng Mountain in the southern suburbs.

The falling maple leaves during the Mid-Autumn Festival have a unique flavor.

Luofeng Mountain is not high, but it is very steep. The sun was already at its zenith when Si Cang Qing and his 

companions finally climbed to the mountainside. Along the way, most of the people are pilgrims coming and 

going. People burn incense on the first and fifteenth day of every month. It is said that the fortune sticks in Wuya 

Temple on the top of Luofeng Mountain are very effective. For this reason, many foreigners come here to burn 

incense and worship Buddha.

Today, as it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the maple leaves on Luofeng Mountain are at their most beautiful, and 

many scholars and literati have come to enjoy the scenery.

Walking and stopping along the way, Si Cang Qing just listened silently to the conversation between the two 

people around him. Feng Lan and Cheng TianYang chatted from time to time. They were no longer as reserved 

and stiff as when they first met. Their laughter floated along the mountain road.

Feng Lan is gentle by nature, Cheng TianYang…

Si Cang Qing glanced at the other person's beautiful smile. This person has long been accustomed to hanging out 

with all kinds of people. He is worldly-wise and smooth, and it is easy for him to please others. However, 

although he might not be sincere, he did not have any ill will towards Feng Lan.

Feeling Si Cang Qing's gaze, Cheng TianYang gave him a provocative look full of pride.

Si Cang Qing withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes indifferently, and listened to their conversation casually.

"Brother Feng, this Luofeng Mountain is really beautiful!" Cheng TianYang's voice sounded softly, and his words 

were full of joy and love. "When I was in Hong Cheng Palace, I loved listening to the masters talk about their 

travels. When I heard them describe the scenery of Luofeng Mountain, I was so envious."

Feng Lan smiled gently, with a hint of heartache in his eyes, "In the future, as long as you are willing, you can 

come to Luofeng Mountain to play anytime." Feng Lan couldn't help but feel a little pity for this man who was 

much younger than himself, especially when he thought of this man's past, he felt a vague regret in his heart. 

However, Cheng TianYang acted as if he didn't care. He was still smiling and chatting happily, and he didn't seem 

to have any worries at all. He is even more sigh-worthy in this way.

"Is this okay?" Cheng TianYang was a little surprised.

"Of course," Feng Lan looked at Si Cang Qing with a smile, "The master never restricts our actions."

Hearing this, Cheng TianYang smiled happily, "Then I may have to trouble Brother Feng. I am not familiar with 

this Lianjing City."

"Of course." Feng Lan added, "Besides, as long as the master is not too busy, he will go out of the palace from 

time to time to experience folk life."

"That's good," Cheng TianYang narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled happily.

"Well," Feng Lan looked up at the temple looming on the top of the mountain and changed the subject, "In a little 

while, we will reach Wuya Temple. TianYang, you must draw a fortune when you go. The fortunes at Wuya 

Temple are very effective."

"real?"

"Yes," Feng Lan's expression suddenly became gloomy as she thought of something, "When I was a child, my 

mother drew a..." It was a bad fortune, and not long after, the Lan family murder happened.

Cheng TianYang stopped asking questions and changed the subject, talking about something interesting.

After chatting for about a quarter of an hour, the three finally reached the top of the mountain. Here is a 

magnificent temple, a considerable part of which is half hanging on the cliff, which makes people feel awe.

People filed out of the hall.

Si Cang Qing leaned against a pillar nearby, quietly looking at the two people kneeling on the mat. After kneeling 

devoutly and burning incense, Feng Lan and Cheng TianYang each shook the fortune sticks.

Would you like a fortune? Si Cang Qing's gaze fell indifferently on the old monk who was chanting sutras while 

beating a wooden fish. When it comes to astrology and divination, Penglai Pavilion should be the best! It's just 

that at first, he insisted on not learning.

Suddenly remembering something, Si Cang Qing frowned slightly.

With a "pop" sound, Cheng TianYang knelt on the mat, looking a little serious. He lowered his eyes and stared at 

the signature in his hand, wondering what he was thinking about.

"Amitabha, this fortune is auspicious for the donor. It is unpredictable and you must cherish it." The old monk 

who was chanting the scriptures suddenly said this, but his eyes were still closed and he kept knocking the 

wooden fish in his hands.

Cheng TianYang quickly reacted, smiled leisurely, and played with the bamboo sticks, "Master, I don't understand 

what you said."

The old monk paused, opened his eyes, and looked at Cheng TianYang intently:

"Last night, the night pavilion was stormy and the beauty was in pain;

Sometimes I am reluctant to cherish the flowers, so I cut through the smoke to keep the flower's shadow. ”

The old monk smiled and said, "What the donor is holding in his hand should be the lucky sign that I mentioned, 

'Encounter the Immortal, Cherish the Flowers, Don't Wait for Them to Fail'!"

◇Cang◇Huan◇Seven◇Palace◇

The surprise was gone for a moment, and Cheng TianYang smiled, "The master is really an expert." These 

bamboo sticks all looked exactly the same, but the old monk could accurately predict the lot he drew...

With some thoughts in mind, Cheng TianYang lowered his eyes and looked at the signature carefully again, 

"Master, what do you think I should do?"

"This fortune has pointed out the way for the donor. Don't wait for the flowers to be wasted." The old monk's eyes 

slowly fell on Feng Lan. "The affairs of the world are only a matter of thought." He said to Feng Lan, "Donor, 

don't ask for anything more. Your fate is determined by heaven."

Hearing this, Cheng TianYang noticed Feng Lan. He looked gloomy and kept shaking the lot box and drawing 

lots - but seeing his increasingly heavy expression, they should all be unlucky lots!

Si Cang Qing's face was gloomy, and he walked to Feng Lan and said lightly: "Don't draw anymore, let's go!" 

"Master," Feng Lan looked up at Si Cang Qing, his tone was firm, "I'll beg again."

This time, the stick tube in Feng Lan's hand shook for a long time. The rustling sound, combined with Feng Lan's 

serious expression, made people unconsciously feel a little nervous. Cheng TianYang moved to Feng Lan's side 

and stared at his movements with a little surprise.

Snap——

The bamboo stick fell to the ground with a clean sound. Feng Lan took a deep breath and then slowly picked it 

up.

"Next?" Cheng TianYang couldn't help but say it out loud.

There were intricate seal characters carved on the bamboo sticks:

Next: Zigui's tears and blood moved your heart

Zigui cried blood and tears, and woke up from the broken dream and saw the falling star;

I have died and been reborn three times as a stranger, coming and going, always startling.

"Three deaths and three lives?" Cheng TianYang murmured and looked at Feng Lan. His hand holding the 

bamboo stick was trembling slightly, and his tightly pursed lips showed unwillingness.

"Let's go!" Si Cang Qing's voice sounded again, with a slightly comforting tone, "It's just a stick."

Cheng TianYang looked back at Si Cang Qing, then looked at the fortune slip again, and asked in a low voice: 

"Brother Feng, this fortune slip is not for you, right?"

"Master," Feng Lan's voice was a little ethereal, and then he was pulled up by Si Cang Qing. He looked at the 

other party a little blankly, "Master, why don't you ask for one yourself!" Perhaps, the fortune stick I asked for 

would be more accurate.

Si Cang Qing shook his head slightly.

At this time, the old monk suddenly interrupted and smiled meaningfully, "Donor, fate is determined by heaven. 

It is the same no matter who asks for it."

Feng Lan pursed his lips, turned around to look at the thin smoke curling on the incense table, and said angrily, 

"The fortune sticks here are not accurate." What three deaths and three lives? With Si Cang Qing's ability, how 

could there be three death calamities!

"Oh, don't be angry, benefactor," the old monk said leisurely, "If you are not sure, you can ask the person you are 

thinking of, has he ever experienced a life and death?"

"Master..." Feng Lan looked at Si Cang Qing with fear and expectation.

Si Cang Qing nodded nonchalantly, "Yeah." But that wasn't his own death. What died at that time was the original 

soul in this body.

A huge wave of emotion surged in his heart, and Feng Lan couldn't help but cry out, his words sharp, "When did 

this happen?" How come he didn't know? He has been staying by this man's side since Si Cang Qing was ten 

years old. Why does he never know what kind of life-threatening ordeal Si Cang Qing has gone through?

Seeing the man's panic, Si Cang Qing softened his tone, "Lan, don't be nervous. It's just that I was bitten by a 

poisonous snake when I was young." This is true, but Feng Wufei rescued him in time, so he is not seriously 

injured. It's just that Feng Wufei forced him to train himself to have the physique he has now that is immune to 

all poisons.

After saying that, Si Cang Qing glanced at the old monk who was sitting there with an unfathomable look on his 

face, "I never believe in fate, I only believe in myself."

The old monk sighed, his words full of regret, "You are a person who has a pure heart, why do you have to sink 

into filth?"

Dirty? In this world of mortals, everywhere is filthy.

Si Cang Qing no longer paid attention to the monk, and looked at Cheng TianYang, who also had a solemn 

expression on his face. He took Feng Lan's slightly cold hand and said, "Let's go!"

Three deaths and three lives...

He remembered that when he was bitten by a poisonous snake, Feng Wufei was worried and told him fortune. 

The fortune teller then told him that he would have three life-threatening situations in his life, but if he was 

careful, he might be able to avoid them.

He still remembered Feng Wufei sighing with relief at that time, "You came back from the dead in Lincheng, and 

now you are bitten by a poisonous snake... It seems that you have survived two of the three death calamities 

safely."

But judging from the tone of the old monk today, I’m afraid the wound from the poisonous snake isn’t fatal, 

right?

The three people with different thoughts gradually drifted apart, and the words of the old monk faintly came from 

behind, "Benefactor, you should take care of yourself and not be too obsessed. Although this fortune is not good, 

there are many twists and turns, and there are opportunities for change."

"Master, do you have any obsession?" Feng Lan asked in a daze.

Si Cang Qing shook his head slightly and whispered, "Don't think too much. People who discuss Taoism and 

Zen all like to be mysterious." In the eyes of those people, what is not an obsession?

The speed of going down the mountain was much faster than when we came up, but it was still very oppressive. 

Si Cang Qing was a man of few words to begin with, and now Feng Lan looked dazed, and Cheng TianYang 

seemed to be thinking about something, so they all remained silent.

Just as the atmosphere became more depressing, pedestrians on the mountain road all ran back in a hurry. A man 

passed by Si Cang Qing and kindly warned, "Everyone, find a place to hide quickly, there's a killing going on 

ahead!"

Before he could finish his words, the man had already run away.

Si Cang Qing stopped, and at this moment, a white figure flew towards here quickly.

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