After Being Reborn, The Sick and Tender Lord Always Rips Off My Vest - Chapter 137

“I’ll go up with Sheng Sheng?” Bo Jinye looked at the Thousand Buddha Temple, inexplicably feeling like the temple on Taoshan.

Will there be a Taoist priest setting up a fortune-telling stall on the mountain road?

Bo Jinye felt that he was thinking nonsense again.

An Sheng lifted her skirt and went up the steps, “Don’t bother the emperor, the concubine can do it herself.”

The surroundings have been cleared, and there are few people, and now there is no one.

Bo Jinye held her hand and insisted on helping her up, “It saves some effort this way.”

An Sheng tutted in his heart.

Is this taking her as a weak concubine?

Forget it, so be it.

“Emperor hard work.” An Sheng simply leaned on him to go up.

Halfway up the mountain, Bo Jinye’s eyes suddenly narrowed, and he strode forward regardless of An Sheng’s presence by his side.

Reaching out his hand to remove the fan on the Taoist priest’s face, his breathing suddenly stagnated.

It’s him! It’s the Taoist priest on Peach Mountain!

Why is he here too? !

“Ouch, who is it?” The young Taoist was stabbed by the light and couldn’t fall asleep. He muttered and opened his eyes, slightly stunned.

Bo Jinye stared at him closely, stretched out his hand and dragged him to him, “Do you recognize me?”

The young Taoist looked at An Sheng behind him again.

An Sheng had already walked over and said with a smile, “You set up a fortune-telling booth at the entrance of the Buddhist temple, and you are not afraid of smashing other people’s signs.”

Bo Jinye stared at the Taoist priest for a while, released him, and then pulled An Sheng to sit down at the table, “Fortune-telling.”

An Sheng gave Bo Jinye a strange look.

Fortune teller?

Probably emperors are more superstitious, so it doesn’t matter if you do the math.

The young Taoist waved his hand, “I’m not dead.”

“Then why did you set up the stall?” An Sheng asked him.

The Taoist picked up his sleeves, “It’s okay to be idle.”

The emperor’s face was heavy, “I said, fortune-telling.”

The young Taoist hurriedly got up and saluted as if he didn’t know, “I respectfully invite the emperor to be holy, but the poor Taoist is a small Taoist.

Bo Jinye’s expression became more and more ugly.

An Sheng looked at him, wondering why he wanted this little Taoist to tell fortunes so much.

but……

If this face showed loss, she would be very distressed.

An Sheng raised his hand, and Qiao Yunduo who was not far behind quickly ran up and put the purse in An Sheng’s palm.

“Why should the Taoist be humble, how can he be an ordinary person who can set up a stall in the Qianfo Temple and not be blasted out?”

An Sheng spoke slowly, took out a silver note, and put it on the table.

The Taoist priest looked at the forehead and moved a little uncomfortably.

An Sheng smiled and continued to take out the banknotes, “It’s just a casual calculation, the Taoist priest doesn’t have to worry about any worries.”

The Taoist priest looked at An Sheng, “I really can’t.”

Qiao Yunduo handed another purse, An Sheng opened it, and poured out a handful of gold-encrusted pearls, “The Daoist can’t get it now, it’s just a little calculation.”

Bo Jinye was just too surprised just now, but now he has calmed down. Seeing An Sheng throwing gold and silver out one by one, he hurriedly grabbed her, “Don’t give it to him, we don’t count it.”

An Sheng looked at him.

Sure enough, I saw loss and hidden worry in that face.

She didn’t want to stop the more she wanted to let the Taoist tell Bo Jinye’s fortune.

Laugh at the young emperor.

“If the little Daoist wants to rest on the mountain road in the future, he has to take a good look at it.” An Sheng smiled and threatened.

Bo Jinye leaned against her shoulder, looking pitiful.

The scene between the two seemed to be familiar again.

The Taoist priest glanced at it and sighed, “Okay, that’s it.”

But it’s not fate. Look at what you are protecting. You have not yet become a queen, and you have just met for one day.

“Xiaodao can only interpret dreams, and ask the emperor to give words.”

Now Bo Jinye finally knows why An Sheng wrote those few words when Hyundai was in Taoshan.

“I don’t have a dream.” Bo Jinye said bluntly, then turned to look at An Sheng and softened his voice, “Does Sheng Sheng have one?”

An Sheng also shook his head, “Since that’s the case, let’s change the little Daoist to someone else.”

The Taoist grimaced, “How can I change this, why don’t…”

The Taoist priest suddenly took out a book from under the table like a conjuration, and stuffed it into Bo Jinye, “The emperor, please go back and read it.”

Bo Jinye frowned, “What…”

The man quickly put away the book and let the attendant hold it, “I see.”

An Sheng glanced curiously, “What is it?”

Bo Jinye coughed, “The book of filth can’t be taken out to dirty Sheng Sheng’s eyes.”

An Sheng blinked and understood, and looked at the Taoist priest with disgusting eyes, “It turns out to be a fake Taoist priest, who sells that kind of book in front of other people’s Buddhist gates, so I’m not afraid of the Buddha and the ancestors’ sins.”

Taoist priests are speechless.

Bo Jinye has quickly collected the silver notes and pearls on the table, and pulled An Sheng away.

“Hey! Me!”

Dao morale knot.

I didn’t earn anything, and I even took a book into it.

Forget it, I originally wanted to give this book to them.

It’s just a pity that the money was not caught!

“Yunduo, come and take it back.” An Sheng motioned to Qiao Yunduo to come over.

The two entered the Buddhist temple, and Bo Jinye asked Qiao Yunduo and Yulin to ask for a sign.

“The emperor is really caring.” Qiao Yunduo happily dragged Yulin away.

“Sister Yulin, ask for marriage!”

Yulin can’t wait to cover her mouth, “Little aunt, please keep your voice down!”

An Sheng asked for the signature casually, and was about to give it to the master, but Bo Jinye took it.

“I’m here to unsign Sheng Sheng.”

The man pretended to look at it for a while, then held it in the palm of his hand, “It means that between me and Sheng Sheng, it is a good marriage between Longfeng Chengxiang, Luanfeng and Ming.”

An Sheng went to get it, but Bo Jinye avoided it, threw it back into the lottery box, and blinked roguely, “No more.”

“Is that how the emperor fools people?” An Sheng thought it was a little funny.

“I didn’t fool you, it’s true.” Bo Jinye got serious again.

An Sheng didn’t take it seriously. Bo Jinye didn’t let her cancel the signing, so she would be puzzled.

“Why does Sheng Sheng want to come here?” Bo Jinye asked.

An Sheng raised his hand and stroked the red rope under the camphor tree, “I just want to come and see.”

“Does it have to be a reason?”

“Of course not…” Bo Jinye shook his head and clenched her fingers, “I just think about when you can think of me.”

“After all, we’ve been to similar places.”

An Sheng couldn’t bear it any longer, “The emperor is sure he didn’t find the wrong person?”

“The concubine has no impression at all, and the concubine just returned to the capital a few months ago, and has been living outside the country before. The emperor must have made a mistake.”

“My concubine has a younger sister, maybe the emperor recognized her as her?”

“Absolutely not!” Bo Jinye’s voice was a little higher, and he was afraid of scaring An Sheng, so he pursed his lips aggrievedly, “I will never admit my mistake.”

“It’s just that you didn’t remember it, so don’t push me to other women, okay?”

An Sheng endured the emperor’s sudden grievance and let the man lean on his neck.

Constantly thinking in my mind.

What did you forget.

Such a beautiful and agreeable face should not be left unimpressed.