The Princess Consort Has A Lethal Destiny

If it were some street gods, they would definitely praise Meng Jifang's fate to the heavens and underground, but the Meng family was not an ordinary family, and they knew what kind of masters were available.

They are all reliable.

The masters made a simple calculation and didn't think there was a big problem. This Meng Jifang's face and bones were all excellent.

However, combining the horoscope, spirit and birthplace, and carefully calculating the hexagrams, the problem is big.

"The life of a monk."

After working for a few days, Lord Menghou got these four words.

The hair is white.

These masters, after careful calculations, actually got the same result. If his son is a monk, he will have a long life, but if he doesn't do a monk, he will live only 30? !

Meng Jifang himself was dumbfounded.

Dizzy.

"Father, I don't want to shave my head and be a monk!?" Meng Jifang was dumbfounded, "You can't drink wine, and beauty can't look at it. What's the point of being alive? I don't care, just let me die. Don’t I have a few more years left? Anyway, save a seed!"

"..." Master Menghou's hands were shaking.

"Father, don't you really want to send me to a monk?!" Meng Jifang was a little scared.

Master Meng Hou clenched his fists: "If you let me and your mother be white-haired and send black-haired people, it will not only kill you, but also your mother and me! Your eldest brother is in poor health, so I thought about it. Sooner or later the position of the elder son will be yours, but now...son, fortunately, you still have a younger brother. You don’t have to worry about the inheritance of the direct line..."

"??" Meng Jifang looked at him blankly.

So now it is...

"Didn't those masters also say? Fortunately, the discovery is early. If you delay for a few more years, your life as a monk will be gone, and you can only wait for death..."

"For my father, it is a bit hard to be a monk. I have to get up before dawn and recite the scriptures, and I have to shave. My son's style is not beautiful without hair. Why don't you be a Taoist priest? Not very big..."

There are also two types of Taoist priests.

One is to fast and not to marry, and the other is to be able to get married and have children...

But he estimated that his son might not be able to get married...

"Father?" Meng Jifang's heart trembled, "I...I don't want to..."

"There are several Taoist temples in the capital. You pick one carefully. After returning for your father, go to the accountant to get some silver out, give it to Taoist temple, and shape the statue of Taoist temple with gold. After you enter, you can also get some decentness, and it won't let me. My son is wronged..." Master Menghou's eyes were red.

How could his poor son die?

"..." Meng Jifang was about to roll his eyes and dizzy.

He has visited a lot of Taoist temples these days, and the rules there are not small!

After he went in, the delicious, drinkable and fun things were gone. How about a fart? !

"Father, that Mo Chusheng is also a Taoist master?! Look at her, drinking and bragging about hanging out, life is very leisurely!? If you are a Taoist priest like her, it will be fine, but other Taoist temples have the bitter days... ...I can't do it!" He suddenly remembered.

That Mo Chusheng can still open a shop.

I also earn a lot of money, and I don't know how smart I am in my small days.

"Do you want to worship Mo Chusheng as a teacher?" Meng Houye thought for a while. Although it is a bit embarrassing, his son is already like this now. As long as he wants to, he will use the strength of the whole family to fulfill his wish!

"I have not decided yet……"

He didn't want to be a Taoist priest at all!

"My son, when you go back, you will bring some extra money and give it to Master Mo as a teacher's fee. You will learn from her and work hard to learn a good ability to prolong your life... As a father, as long as you are healthy and safe, there is nothing to ask for!"