Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 403 - 226 Divination_1

Chapter 403: Chapter 226 Divination_1

Mr. Yu "fell ill", and Yijin and Yixiu, the siblings, went to the door of their teacher’s bedroom to ask after his health and inquire if he needed a doctor.

Mr. Yu had stayed up worrying all night until dawn before he fell asleep. He had wanted to have a peaceful sleep, but the noise from the younger siblings annoyed him. With his eyes closed, he said, "You are really bothersome, just go back and do your schoolwork."

The younger siblings then asked him to rest well before leaving Linhe Garden.

Hand in hand, they walked toward Wangjiang Building, mainly with Yijin leading Yixiu, who couldn’t refuse even if he wanted to.

On the way, Yixiu muttered quietly, "The teacher must have stayed up late writing poetry last night, and he doesn’t want to get out of bed this morning. Listening to him, his voice is strong and clear—doesn’t sound sick at all."

Yijin said with a smile, "It’s better to keep this thought to yourself, little sister."

Yixiu gave him a look, thinking that the little boy was getting more and more cunning.

When they returned to Wangjiang Building, Cheng Yue was still resting; now she would get up just after Si Hour began. The siblings did not go upstairs but instead played with Monkey Brother and Monkey Sister downstairs, mainly Yijin playing while Yixiu was lost in thought.

Probably after Si Hour, Cheng Yue came downstairs for breakfast. The breakfast had already been set on the table: a bowl of bird’s nest porridge, two steamed dumplings, a piece of scallion pancake, and an egg. The nourishing breakfast set by Yixiu for their mother changed daily, and she made sure Cheng Yue finished it all.

Today, their mother’s performance was not good at all; she only drank the bird’s nest porridge and ate the scallion pancake, not wanting to eat anything else. She also said, "Mother can’t eat any more. Mother had a dream, dreamed that your father was running ahead, with quite a few people chasing him with knives... Jinwa, Xiu’er, Mother is afraid."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yue’s eyes reddened.

Yixiu was also unsettled, and hearing Cheng Yue’s words, his heart felt as if it were being scratched by a cat. After some thought, he said to Yijin, "Brother, let’s go make an offering at Daci Temple and pray for Buddha to ensure Father’s safety. Let’s also ask Master Beikong to divine Father’s fate to see if he is in danger and if there’s a way to resolve it."

Since they prayed to both Buddha and the Half Old Immortal, Yixiu was at his wits’ end.

Yijin had no reason to disagree and quickly nodded, saying, "That is indeed what we should do."

Cheng Yue, hearing that the prayer was for the safety of Brother Jiang, did not fuss and allowed them to go.

To curry favor with the Old Monk, the siblings decided to take half a cart of lotus roots from West Lake and some fresh lotus leaves. The roots from West Lake tasted even better than the Gold Lotus Roots from Moonlit Lotus Pond, and they were priced higher too.

They also took Monkey Brother and Monkey Sister, as the Old Monk was particularly fond of the two monkeys.

The siblings went to the main compound to tell Qian Sangui, but he disagreed, saying the outside world was chaotic. From that day on, no one from the family was to go out casually.

At the time, Wan Dazhong was also there. He had come early in the morning and whispered to Qian Sangui, "My uncle told me when he left that the family should be cautious for the two months following the Empress Dowager’s birthday. His success or failure hinges on this... At this critical juncture, it is best for the family not to travel, so as to avoid attracting unnecessary trouble."

Qian Sangui was startled, for Manjiang had only told him that his mission was secretive; he hadn’t realized it also endangered his family’s lives. He nodded in haste.

Wan Dazhong then volunteered eagerly, "My martial arts are not bad. Until my uncle sends someone with a message, I will stay here. If there’s trouble, I can lend a hand."

Startled, Qian Sangui had no choice but to agree, then asked, "What about your family?"

Wan Dazhong said, "Madam Xia has servants to attend her, and I often go back to check on her. My father was a hunter, and it was he who taught me martial arts. There won’t be any trouble at home."

As the two were discussing, the young siblings came to talk about visiting Daci Temple to offer incense, but Qian Sangui naturally disagreed.

Seeing the serious expressions on Grandfather Sangui and Wan Dazhong’s faces, Qian Yixiu guessed there must be something going on, perhaps truly related to Little Daddy. Since that was the case, she had no choice but to let go of the idea of going to Daci Temple. Although Qian Yeejin was young, he was extremely intelligent and also sensed what was going on, so he too gave up on the idea.

Just then, a servant reported that Little Monk Hongji had arrived. It had been only the beginning of the month when the Little Monk last visited their home, even bringing back a cart of Gold Lotus Roots for the Old Monk. It was unexpected that he would come again in less than half a month.

The Little Monk was the most welcome guest. Hearing of his arrival, Qian Sangui instructed the young siblings to lead him to Wangjiang Building and treat him well.

When the young siblings went to the outer courtyard to meet him, Monkey Brother and Monkey Sister had already run off ahead. The Little Monk was holding Monkey Sister and leading Monkey Brother, chatting and laughing with them.

The five of them headed towards Wangjiang Building. Seeing that the young siblings looked somewhat solemn, the Little Monk said to them, "My master stayed up all night yesterday, sitting atop the mountain and observing the stars. He said that when the purple star shines brightly, and the purple aura comes from the east, it signifies the nation’s auspice. ’What should rise has risen, and what should fall will fall,’ he said. You should be at ease."

Qian Yeejin and Qian Yixiu were both a bit puzzled. As subjects of Daqian, they, too, hoped for the nation’s auspice and the prosperity of Daqian. But they were more worried about their father’s safety. Their father was just a low-ranking martial official of the fifth rank, seemingly unrelated to the nation’s auspice.

Qian Yixiu said, "Hongji, our knowledge is limited; we truly do not understand these cryptic words your master spoke. Could you explain them in simpler terms?"

The Little Monk blushed slightly, embarrassed, and said, "That’s precisely what my master said."

Qian Yeejin whispered into Qian Yixiu’s ear, "Sister, people say the master is an Old Fairy. Since he told us to be at ease, our father should be safe."

That was indeed a comforting thought for them. With no other course of action, they could only wait.

Then, Qian Yixiu said to the Little Monk, "You’re the master’s disciple. He should also teach you about these calculations and nighttime observations of the heavens, shouldn’t he? If you learn them, you could explain them to us more straightforwardly so we can understand."

The Little Monk replied, "My master said that he has to wait a bit longer. If I have the talent for this and can stay at the Empty Gate permanently, only then will he teach me these things. Besides, my master also said that the secrets of heaven must not be revealed; revealing too much can shorten one’s life."

Hearing this, Qian Yixiu found it difficult to press the matter. She certainly couldn’t ask someone to risk their life just to satisfy her own curiosity.

Upon arriving at Wangjiang Building, Cheng Yue saw the Little Monk and smiled so broadly that her eyes curved into crescents. Cleverly, she thought it must have been because of the Little Monk’s visit that the young siblings didn’t go to the temple to offer incense. She also figured that since the Little Monk was in the company of Buddhas every day, he must be well-acquainted with them, so perhaps asking for his help would be more effective.

She made no effort to hide her request from the Little Monk, taking his hand and saying, "Hongji, after you go back to the temple, you must help Auntie by offering a stick of high incense to the Buddha on my behalf. Ask the Buddha to protect Jinwa and Yixiu’s father from harm and to ensure his safe return."

The Little Monk was not surprised and nodded, "Auntie, rest easy. Tomorrow morning, I’ll offer the first stick of incense to the Buddha and ask for the Buddha’s blessing so that Uncle Qian can turn peril into safety and return home unharmed."

Cheng Yue was even more delighted upon hearing this, her smile as radiant as spring flowers, as she held the Little Monk’s face in her hands and said, "Thank you, Auntie thanks you."

Having his face held by Auntie, the Little Monk felt both happy and shy, his face flushing with excitement and his limbs flustered.

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