The Qinglian Temple that Jiang Gui is going to is a royal Taoist temple, and the Taoist priest Wuwei is the master of the temple.

When Jiang Gui arrived on this day, the male spectator Wuwei Daoist and the female spectator Mrs. Jing Yi came forward to greet him. After all, they were concubines and nobles, and they were praying for the emperor.

"It's too much to disturb the Taoist priest and the teacher." Jiang Gui smiled, "Please forgive me for the inconvenience."

Master Jing Yi slapped her head: "I don't dare to do it, the maiden is praying for His Majesty, and I can't watch the brilliance of Peng Pi."

Jiang Gui smiled and nodded, and stayed here, in the courtyard next to Master Jing Yi.

Mrs. Jingyi found out that this beautiful and beautiful concubine, the concubine of the country, does not go outside the door every day, and kneels in the room to pray for blessings and recite scriptures, which is a peace of mind.

Master Jing Yi, who had been observing for three days, breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid of a difficult noble person, but fortunately fortunately. As soon as this breath was relieved, Jiang Gui gave her a big surprise in the blink of an eye.

That night, there were thunderstorms and thunderstorms, a rare thunderstorm. Jingyi Shitai was awakened by the thunder that resounded through the sky, so she couldn't sleep, and suddenly heard a crackling knock on the door: "Master is too bad, Shitai, Empress Fu..."

Master Jing Yi got up in a hurry, and without even bothering to put on her shoes, she opened the door and asked, "What's wrong with Empress Fu?"

The little Taoist girl who was in charge of taking care of Jiang Gui's daily life and food was in a panic: "Ms. Fubi seems to be in the middle of an evil spirit, Master, please go and have a look."

Jing Yi's face was too pale, so he rushed out like this, and was smashed by Shi Zi before he hurriedly turned back and put on his shoes, and rushed to the next door in a hurry.

As soon as he entered the door, what he saw was Jiang Gui, who was wearing a moon-white underwear with disheveled hair. He was holding a pen and writing with straight eyes. He didn't stop because of her and Huixin's arrival.

"Master, look!" Hui Xin's voice was already crying.

"Don't make a sound." Master Jing Yi lowered her voice and stared straight at the paper on the table. It was a scripture, which she had never heard of, but it was very profound and mysterious at a glance. Looking at Jiang Gui, who was completely self-absorbed, Master Jing Yi's heart was beating wildly, and his eyes shot out a strong light, this... Could this be the legendary soul wandering too illusory realm.

Jing Yi, whose heart was beating like a drum, watched Jiang Gui finish writing the scriptures, and then changed a piece of paper and continued to write: three coins for sulfur, one for nitrate, and two for charcoal... like Dan Fang, Master Jing Yi Too short of breath suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Gui changed another piece of paper and began to draw. As the outline was formed, Master Jing Yi recognized it as a spinning wheel, but it was not very similar to the current one. After drawing this one, Jiang Gui changed another piece of paper and began to draw a large loom. After drawing, he changed another piece of paper and wrote the prescription. Halfway through writing, the outside suddenly brightened like daytime, and after a huge lightning, "Bang Long. Rumbling." A thunderous thunder sounded.

Jiang Guiru, who was holding a pen, was struck by lightning, her body trembled violently, and her mindless eyes recovered little by little. She blinked blankly, looking at the complex and awe-inspiring Master Jingyi, just about to say something, Glancing at a table of manuscripts, he was stunned: "This, this, this!" Incredible, "It turned out to be true!"

Master Jing Yi swallowed her saliva too much: "Niangniang, do you still remember what happened just now?"

Jiang Guishui's face turned pale, his expression changed, and his voice was ethereal: "The Baiyujing in the sky is on the twelfth floor and five cities. The immortal strokes my top and gives longevity to my hair."

Long live!

Jing Yi Shitai's pupils were wide open, and she forgot to breathe for a moment, staring straight at Jiang Gui.

Jiang Gui smiled bitterly, picked up the half-written prescription, and his face was full of disappointment and sadness: "I came back after a thunderstorm, only one step away, just one step away."

Master Jing Yi was so disappointed, even sadder than Jiang Gui.

"That's all, it's already a rare opportunity, probably because I don't have enough fate." Having said that, the regret on Jiang Gui's face was still hard to hide.

Master Jing Yi was very calm, "Is the lady just called by the immortal?"

Jiang Gui raised his head, showing a tangled and embarrassed look: "I don't know if that is an immortal, Master Shi, I have arrived at a very magical place, where the house is extremely high, even higher than the Climbing Tower, and the people live in it. The people there can fly like a kite in the sky, but they can travel thousands of miles a day. They do not travel by horse-drawn carriages, but what are called cars. They do not need cows and horses, and the cars can run faster than a thousand miles of horses. If they are fed and clothed, every child, male or female, can go to school..."

Jiang Gui described the modern world slowly, and heard that Teacher Jing Yi was too excited. That is the fairyland in the sky. Although this fairyland is completely different from what she envisioned, only the fairyland can be so prosperous and peaceful.

"Heaven and man are extremely kind. Listen to me talking about Da Zhou, and know that the Turks killed and killed the people in the border area with difficulty, so they taught me the art of explosives and drugs, which can kill ten thousand enemies. Heaven and man knew that people's lives were difficult, so they taught me to spin yarn and weave cloth. I also want to teach me the art of longevity, so that the people will not suffer from disease, but what can I do." Jiang Gui sighed deeply and regretted endlessly.

The same is true of Master Jing Yi, who secretly hated that the thunder was not at the right time. After thinking about it, it was not God's will. The technique of longevity may violate the rules of heaven, and the thunder came to stop it.

"Probably God's will, the goddess has this good fortune, it is already a mighty grace, and the goddess is even more meritorious, benefiting all people."

Jiang Gui shook his head: "It's not my merit, it's because I entrusted the blessing of Qinglian Temple. Why am I not summoned by gods in the palace, and I have this immortal fate after arriving at Qinglian Temple for a few days." She paused. , "It was I who occupied the blessings of Qinglian Temple. Please respect these things in the name of Qinglian Temple, please don't mention me. If you know it's me, I am afraid that the concubines in the harem will do everything possible to hinder the gods and people. Some kindness is in vain."

Master Jing Yi couldn't believe her ears. She was actually trying to push such great merits out. She couldn't help but be overwhelmed. He left, and went to find Daoist Wuwei overnight.

"Go and rest." Jiang Gui warmly said to the little Taoist aunt Huixin.

Hui Xin's face was full of admiration. In her eyes, Jiang Gui was no longer a goddess who swept the country and the city, but a divine messenger who communicated with heaven and man. Because of her excitement and shock, she stammered: "If you have anything, just call me, I will Just sleep outside."

Jiang Gui nodded and said yes.

Hui Xin left cautiously, closing the door softly.

Jiang Gui smiled slowly and poured himself a cup of herbal tea.

The spinning machine and the loom were the knowledge acquired by Jiang Lai's younger brother, and they were the most advanced technologies in the farming society. If we wanted to go further, we had to engage in the Industrial Revolution. Not now, but you can consider it later.

The "Heavenly Heart Sutra" was learned by Jiang Yinuo in the Guiyi School. The scriptures of Xuanmen are naturally inscrutable.

Explosives were mastered when Jiang Xi was working, and their power was a hundred times greater than the gunpowders that could only be used for artillery tricks. Although she mainly studies spirituality, many fields will be involved in this process, physical chemistry biology... gunpowder technology is only a drop in the ocean.

For her, pretending to be a ghost is not difficult. The things she brought out are far beyond the development level of this era, and for people nowadays, they can only be blamed on miracles.

The only exception is probably Ye Xinru, but she doesn't need to worry too much, because as far as she knows, Ye Xinru is just an ordinary person.

Now that she has already taken the lead, she has tied Wuwei, an old god with deep roots, to a boat. If Ye Xinru is smart, she should be as quiet as a chicken. If she wants to jump out and expose it, she has to be polite.

Master Jing Yi disregarded the downpour and went to find Daoist Wuwei.

Daoist Wuwei was very surprised: "Junior sister, why are you so panicked?"

Master Jing Yi opened the tightly wrapped box, carefully took out the volume of scriptures, and held both hands in front of Daoist Wuwei: "Senior brother, look."

Daoist Wuwei glanced suspiciously at Shitai Jingyi who was very excited, and then slowly opened the scriptures. The first words he noticed were wild, elegant and unrestrained, and he couldn't help but boast: "Good words, good words!" He couldn't stop nodding, and at the end he stroked his beard and smiled, "It's exquisite, no wonder Junior Sister is so excited, I don't know which master of the scriptures came from?"

Master Jing Yi: "Fu Concubine Niangniang!"

The smile on Daoist Wuwei's face gradually disappeared.

Master Jingyi: "Senior brother doesn't believe it. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it either. I watched it with my own eyes.

Daoist Wuwei was suspicious: "Miss Fu Concubine wrote it by herself?"

Master Jing Yi nodded his head seriously: "It's true, I know it's unbelievable for my brother, and there are even more incredible things. Brother, look again, this is the scripture that Fu Concubine copied and enshrined in front of the statue of Tianzun two days ago."

The Taoist priest Wuwei looked at it again, and the hairpin in small script, graceful and soft, with an obvious female handwriting, was completely different from the previous scriptures, "Are you sure that the scriptures were written by Concubine Fu?"

"I'm sure, besides me, Hui Xin, who takes care of Fu Concubine, was also present. We saw Fu Concubine as if possessed by a god and man, and wrote these things with our own eyes. In addition to this unseen volume of "Heaven Heart Sutra", we also wrote this rumored The formula for explosives that can move mountains and fill the sea, and then draw the spinning machine and the loom." Master Jing Yi was too embarrassed, "This prescription is only half written, it is a longevity medicine, but it is a pity that a giant thunder falls from the sky, Fu Concubine I woke up suddenly, probably because God did not allow heaven and man to reveal the secret."

Daoist Wuwei was stunned for a moment, looking at the fanatical Master Jingyi, very suspicious that she was talking in her sleep.

"Senior brother, everything I said is true, so why should I lie to you?" Master Jing Yi said loudly.

Therefore, Daoist Wuwei wondered, Junior Sister is not a liar, but these words are too bizarre.

Master Jing Yi sighed: "I know that senior brother can't believe it for a while. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it. Senior brother can make people study this explosive spinning machine and loom, and test its efficacy with my own eyes, senior brother. Naturally, you will believe it. Empress Fu Concubine said that she does not want to take credit, so as not to interfere with the harem and ruin this important matter of benefiting the country and the people, so please senior brother to present it to Your Majesty on your behalf."

Wuwei Daoist suddenly became energetic and full of brain power. If these things are really as miraculous as the sisters said, it is definitely a supreme credit, not to mention the emperor and the common people must respect him as a living god.

As a Taoist priest who did not want to practice and only focused on gaining power, Taoist Wuwei immediately started conspiracy theories. Fu Concubine wants to win him over? Then these things must be good things, but where did Fubi come from such good things, is there a master behind Fubi? But according to my sister, the "Heavenly Heart Sutra" was written by Fu Concubine herself in front of her, which is difficult to fake. This word is difficult to achieve without 20 or 30 years of skill, but Fu Concubine is just a green girl, and the characters are not like this. , she could not have written such words.

The more you think about Wuwei Daochang, the faster your heart beats. Could it be that Fubi was lucky enough to be touched by an immortal?