From the end of the world to the ancient times

Luo Yunchu looked at Bian Zhilin's jealous expression and deliberately said to Mo Beichen: "Brother Chen, I want to eat that grape, can you help me peel it?"

It was the first time that Mo Beichen saw Luo Yunchu talking to him in such a delicate way, and he felt his bones were about to soften. Although he knew that she did this to deliberately anger that disgusting woman, he was also happy.

Seeing that Bian Zhilin was so angry that smoke was about to come out of his head, Luo Yunchu deliberately said, "Brother Chen, feed me!" Then when Mo Beichen was feeding her grapes, she deliberately grinned at Bian Zhilin provocatively.

Bian Zhilin was so angry that his face became redder and redder, and he fainted from anger. . .

Mrs. Bian was shocked: "Lin'er, Lin'er, what's wrong with you?" Prime Minister Bian was also very anxious.

The emperor took one look and said directly, "Doctor Yin, go and take a look at Miss Bian."

"I obey your order!" said Doctor Yin. Doctor Yin quickly came to Bian Zhilin's side and took her pulse. After a while, he said, "Your Majesty, Miss Bian was very emotional and fainted due to the blood rushing to her heart."

The emperor said, "Alas, Miss Bian is too hot-tempered. The daughter of the Prime Minister is so narrow-minded. Prime Minister, you must take her back and discipline her!" As he spoke, he frowned. The ministers and women present looked at Prime Minister Bian and his daughter with contempt.

Prime Minister Bian had lost face today, and he had already scolded his daughter a thousand times in his heart. "Your Majesty, my daughter is not feeling well. Please allow me to take her home."

The emperor waved his hand, signaling him to leave the palace on his own. Prime Minister Bian immediately left in disgrace, along with his wife and his daughter.

Finally, the children of each noble family also performed their talents. Some moved people with their sweet singing voices; some were fascinating with their graceful dancing; others made everyone feel the charm of literature through passionate poetry recitation; and some amazed all the audience with their superb skills in playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Luo Yunchu watched with great interest, while Mo Beichen watched her watching the performances of those young talents with jealousy.

"Chu'er, what's so good about them? It's better to look at me than them!" Mo Beichen said angrily.

Luo Yunchu looked at him with amusement at his jealous look, pinched his face and chuckled, "Hmm, such a sour taste of vinegar!"

Mo Beichen's face darkened, and he said arrogantly: "They are not as good-looking as me, so let's not look at them, okay!"

Luo Yunchu smiled and said, "Okay, let's not look at them!"

After the palace banquet, the guests left one after another, and the scene gradually became deserted. The lights in the magnificent palace were still bright, but compared with the noisy atmosphere before, there was a sense of tranquility and solemnity at this moment.

The emperor and the empress also left the banquet and went to the palace to rest. They were dressed in gorgeous dragon robes and phoenix clothes, and their steps were steady and elegant. The palace maids and guards along the way bowed their heads and saluted, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

Early in the morning of the second day, sunlight shone through the window into the study of the Prime Minister's Mansion, reflecting a scene of tranquility and peace.

However, the silence was broken by a sudden roar - Bian Yujing stood in front of the desk, glaring at Bian Zhilin in front of him, his voice filled with anger and disappointment: "You have made me lose face! I told you not to cause trouble for Luo Yunchu, but you didn't listen and had to make trouble for no reason!"

"Prime Minister, don't be angry. Lin'er is still young and doesn't understand!" Mrs. Bian advised from the side.

"She is still young. She is already 17. You spoiled her temper. A loving mother often spoils her child. If she continues like this, she will sooner or later bring disaster to the Prime Minister's Mansion." Bian Yujing yelled.

The originally gentle prime minister was now trembling with anger, his face flushed red, and his eyes flashed with anger.

Bian Zhilin stood aside with his head down, his body trembling slightly. He did not dare to look up at his father's angry eyes. His hatred for Luo Yunchu had reached its peak.

"It's all that damn bitch's fault. Bitch, I want you to die a horrible death!" Bian Zhilin hated secretly in his heart.

“Madam, please pack some clothes and take her to Lingyun Temple to hide for a few days. I will tell everyone that she is not feeling well and is going to the temple to worship Buddha.

Bian Zhilin, I am giving you one last warning. Remember not to cause trouble for the Crown Princess again. You cannot defeat her, and I cannot protect you from any consequences."

Bian Zhilin agreed with her father and said, "Yes, daughter, don't worry about it. I won't be so willful anymore."

"Lin'er, it's best if you can think it through. It's not that your father doesn't want to help you, but we can't defeat the gods."

Bian Zhilin curled his lips: "I know, father, I won't provoke her again, don't worry."

Bian Yujing shook her head and left helplessly. She hoped that she would really listen to her. If it was really because of her that the Prime Minister's Mansion was in trouble, then I would have no choice but to give up on her.

After leaving the Prime Minister's Mansion, Bian Zhilin did not go to Lingyun Temple, but told her mother that she was going to Lingxu Temple on the west side of the city. When her mother asked her why, she told her her speculation.

"Mother, they say they are immortal cultivators. Are they immortal cultivators? Then I can also say they are transformed monsters."

"When we go to Lingxu Temple, we will find Taoist Guiyuanzi and take her in directly. By then, no matter whether she is a demon or a human, she will be a demon. Money makes the world go round. If you say she is a demon, then she is a demon."

"I heard that Taoist Priest Gui Yuanzi is already in his sixties or seventies. His cultivation must be much higher than theirs. It must be easy to defeat them."

At this time, they don't know that cultivation is not determined by age, but by aptitude. They will bring great consequences for their own stupidity.

The mother and daughter took a carriage for two hours before arriving outside Lingxu Temple.

This Taoist temple looks very old, as if it has experienced the vicissitudes of time.

Its mottled walls, faded beams and broken doors and windows all reveal a quaint and desolate atmosphere.

The Taoist temple was quiet, with almost no people in sight. Only the occasional sound of wind and birdsong made the place seem particularly deserted and silent.

Mother Bian hesitated and said, "Lin'er, is this the place? It doesn't look very reliable. There's no one here."

"Mom, I don't know either. I just heard that this place is very spiritual."

"Mom, being poor doesn't matter, as long as you have great skills." Bian Zhilin said. "That's right, I will do better for money."

Bian Zhilin was the first to step forward and knock on the door. A seven or eight-year-old Taoist boy opened the door and said, "Please come in, my two donors."

"Please tell the master that we want to see the abbot of Guiyuanzi Temple!"

"Wait a minute, I'll go report to the master."

The little Taoist boy ran and shouted, "Master, Master, business is coming, hurry up and get up!" With this shout, the attention of the mother and daughter of the Bian family was attracted.

I saw a figure standing not far away. The man was wearing a tattered Taoist robe, his hair was as messy as grass, and he was holding a dusty whisk in his hand.

This old Taoist priest looked rather sloppy, but his eyes revealed a mysterious light, as if he could see through everything in the world.

The mother and daughter looked at each other with disdain, "Can this old man do that?"

"Now that we're here, how will we know if we don't try?" Bian Zhilin whispered to her mother.

"Master, there is a demon in the capital pretending to be the national master. Please come out of seclusion, otherwise the country will be in chaos and the people will suffer!"