Yang Zheng and Wu Gen sat in front of the fortune-telling stall and looked at each other with interest.
"What do you two want to ask? Let me tell you a few words first." The old man opened his mouth, revealing a mouth full of black teeth, and pointed to the cloth banner behind him, "The believer Fang Ling, you two must believe in the old man's magic. Only then can I not conflict with my magic power."
Yang Zheng looked at the swaying cloth banner, "If you believe it, it will work? Haha, if I believe you, I will let you do whatever you want, but you still have to believe it."
Looking at the gray-haired Yang Zheng, the old man chuckled and said: "This old brother is stubborn, and it is not ridiculous to believe in the spirit.
When it comes to divination, if you believe in it, you will have the power of mind to connect with the mystery, and strange manifestations will occur. If you don't believe it and have no power of thought to pry it, how can you get divine enlightenment. As the saying goes, once the divine nature emerges, one can glimpse the world in all directions. If you believe it, there will be something. If you don’t believe it, there will be nothing. Mortals cannot get a glimpse of the magic in it, and they can only regard it as fallacy. "
"Okay, if the divination doesn't work after I believe it, then I'll do it." Yang Zheng looked at the other party with a smile.
"All the money will be returned and the stall will be destroyed." The old man replied without hesitation, sitting up straight and looking awe-inspiring.
"Then how do you prove that I believe it?" Yang Zheng asked reluctantly.
The old man's eyes flickered, staring into Yang Zheng's eyes, "As long as I ask you if you trust me, I will just say yes."
"Okay, it's all right."
The old man moved closer, stared at Yang Zheng, and said slowly word by word: "You can trust me."
"I..." Yang Zhenggang was about to speak, but Wu Gen lightly patted his shoulder. He suddenly woke up and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
There are some evil methods in the world, and you should not agree to them casually. If you agree, you may be enchanted by evil spells and bring about disaster for nothing.
The old man was startled and looked up at Wu Gen, "This little brother has some insights."
Wu Gen looked at the old man with a joking look on his face, "I want to calculate my future. Let me make my own predictions. I'll tell you whether it's accurate or not. There's no need to pretend to be a believer."
The old man was stunned for a moment, retreated back, and looked at Wu Gen worriedly, "My brother is very murderous, and I'm afraid the future is unpredictable. I advise you to believe me, so that I can cast a spell and avoid all kinds of troubles." "
"No need." Wu Gen refused coldly. He put his hands on the table and stared at the other person. "Life and death are determined by destiny. Wealth and honor are in heaven. I can make divination at will. I will bear the consequences of my decision."
The old man also looked into Wu Gen's eyes, his tone was cold, and the pupils of his eyes gradually turned white, like a blind man, "You really don't want to believe me?"
Feeling the faint pain in his left wrist, Wu Gen's eyes became colder and colder, and a black line appeared on his forehead, "Let's start the hexagram."
"Okay." The old man took out nine dominoes from his sleeve, with patterns such as dragons, phoenixes, flowers, grass, knives and coffins on them, and threw them on the table.
The old man glanced down, his expression changed drastically, and he leaned forward on the table, covering the hexagrams on the table. Wu Gen just barely noticed that the domino with the coffin pattern was placed on top of the other tiles.
The old man took out another tortoise shell from under the table, and a spark condensed on his fingertips, baking the back of the tortoise shell. Gradually, a thin crack appeared on the tortoise shell.
The old man was squinting to look at the direction of the crack. Suddenly, for some unknown reason, the crack on the tortoise shell suddenly expanded, and countless cracks appeared. The tortoise shell turned into pieces and fell on the table.
Looking at Wu Gen blankly, the old man's face was pale, with black blood flowing from his mouth and nose, and his face was covered with wrinkles. The white eyes returned to normal, but were much cloudier, and the whole person suddenly looked older.
Wu Gen's expression returned to normal, and he looked at the other party expressionlessly, "Old sir, you saw something."
The old man had a complex look on his face. He glanced at Wu Gen hesitantly and sighed: "I can't say it, I can't say it. I'm an old man who's arrogant and peeked into the secrets of heaven. In the end, he was punished by God. Please ask me to destroy my stall."
Wu Gen stood up, sneered, and said to Yang Zheng, "As he wished, he destroyed the stall."
Yang Zheng squinted at the old man setting up the stall, and slapped his palm heavily on the table in front of him. The table collapsed, causing a lot of dust and smoke.
"Let's go." Wu Gen turned around and left first, and Yang Zheng followed closely.
Until the jujube tree was no longer in sight, Yang Zhengfang asked, "What's wrong? There's something wrong with this old man."
Wu Gen stroked his left wrist and said in a cold voice: "A person who uses witchcraft in the territory of a divine religion has some problems. The reason why I let you destroy the stall is to cut off your involvement with him. But what? , It’s quite interesting to ask about the thing in the well, it can actually preview some things.”
When Yang Zheng heard this, his expression became fierce, and he touched the belt around his waist, "Why don't you go back and become this old man who dares to do something dirty to me?"
"Forget it, we are running away. It is better not to deal with such people as much as possible, lest there are other means, and if the ship sinks at sea one day. Since he has surrendered, let him go." Wu Gen quickened his pace and seemed a little worried.
After Yang Zheng looked for a moment, he hesitated to speak and hurriedly followed.
"By the way, you can move the fat man. Forget about the things in the well. I can't figure out the origin of that thing. I asked the Dream Eater, but he couldn't tell me. He just said that it was a last resort not to touch this monster. ." Wu Gen suddenly remembered something and gave instructions.
Yang Zheng rarely blushed, "If you can't move, then you can't move. Forget it, I don't want the thirty taels of silver. I'll wait for the fat man to fall into the water so I can give him a lift."
The two of them returned to the inn in the city, experienced the well inquiry, and no longer had any thoughts of sightseeing, and quietly waited for someone to come from the door.
After waiting for two days, an informant dressed as a businessman was sent to the door. After a conversation, the three of them walked towards the seaside.
It turns out that the Divine Cult has tightened the blockade of the sea route from Beizhou to Tianyuanzhou. They must have noticed the whereabouts of Wu Gen and others, and the sea area here has also become tense.
For this reason, Menzhong had no choice but to abandon the original method and find a secret way to send the two of them out to sea.
After walking for two hours, one step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time, the other was shallow, and finally stopped at a small bay when it was getting dark.
Due to the narrow terrain, large ships cannot be parked here. Looking from a distance, there is only a small wooden boat swinging back and forth on the sea, and the lantern on the boat is also swinging back and forth.
When I walked to the side of the boat, there was only one dark-faced man on the boat, reading a book alone. Seeing Wu Gen and others coming over and checking the tokens, the man said in a loud voice: "Sit down, the tide is fierce, it will be difficult to find if it falls into the sea."
Wu Gen noticed that there were traces of fish gills on the man's face, and he suddenly realized that this man was also a shark.
It seems that all the major forces have raised a group of sharks, which is a rare help at sea.
When he was wondering how a man could sail a boat on the sea alone, two long tentacles stretched out from the back of the man sitting on the bow and submerged into the sea. Glancing back, the man said solemnly: "Hold on tighter, the boat is bumpy."
"Thank you." Yang Zheng looked at the tentacle curiously, wondering what the function of this thing was.
The hull of the ship trembled violently, and the pointed bow split the waves that were rolling towards the shore, and jumped into the sea like an arrow. It seems that this is the man's talent, he can move the wooden boat forward without using an oar.
The boat jumped and undulated on the sea like a fish, and the wooden hull made creaking sounds from time to time.
Waves of sea water came over, and even the lanterns on the bow of the boat were extinguished. The surroundings were dark, and only by looking at the stars in the sky could one vaguely discern the direction.
Wu Gen wiped the seawater from his face and looked at the water in the cabin that was already up to his feet. He was a little worried about whether the boat could survive.
Being fashionable on land means you can always find a way out no matter what. In the endless sea, no matter how good your cultivation is, it is useless. Even if you can walk on the water using the magic technique, even an iron man will not be able to hold it for a long time, not to mention that there are all kinds of monsters lurking in the sea. .
"There is a wooden spoon in the cabin. If you don't want to fall into the sea and be dragged forward by me, you can scoop out some water." The man standing at the bow of the boat said without looking back.
Wu Gen and Yang Zheng looked at each other, helplessly took down the wooden spoon hanging on the bulkhead, and scooped up water.
When it gets brighter, the wind and waves calm down a bit, and there are white seabirds circling in the sky in the distance. The land has long since disappeared, leaving only the vast sea water around.
The man stopped the boat and jumped into the sea without saying a word. Wu Gen and Yang Zheng hurriedly looked around and wondered why the man abandoned the ship.
After a while, the man's figure appeared underwater in the distance, swimming quickly in the water like a fish. With a bang, the man jumped out of the water and landed on the deck. Seven or eight fish were wrapped around his tentacles, and he had one fish in his mouth, which was half eaten.
"Eat." He threw the fish on the deck and chewed the fish in his mouth. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and it tasted like drinking blood.
After swallowing a sip of saliva, Wu Gen and Yang Zheng still found a small stove in the cabin, and asked Yang Zheng to light the soaked wood with Xigang light, and managed to eat a hot meal.
The boat continued to move forward for two more days, and even the seabirds disappeared from the sky. On the sea ahead, a black shadow appeared faintly, but it was a small half-moon-shaped island.
Seeing the small island, the man breathed a sigh of relief, turned to the two of them and said: "My mission is to send you two here. If you go to the back door, I am not able to do it. I can only wait and see what happens to you."
"Excuse me, where is this place?" Wu Gen put on his shoes that were lying on the deck, stood up and asked.
"This is a dark island. The reason why it is called this is because the business here is all shady business, and it is a lawless place. The cult has tried to eradicate this place several times, but to no avail. Let's go back." The man pointed to the small island in the distance.
“It’s not that the people here are so powerful that they can resist the power of the divine religion, but because they are a mixed bag, they will run away as soon as the army arrives, and they will gather again after the storm has passed.
In addition, there are many aliens living in the vast sea, so even if some are damaged, they will soon be replenished. Therefore, as time went by, the Divine Cult would let them go as they pleased, and as long as they did not cause trouble on the shore, they would generally be too lazy to take care of them. "
After listening to the man's introduction, Wu Gen finally understood that this was a place where pirates and bandits were entrenched, being lawless and doing things that were not tolerated by the world. In a place like this, it's often about whose fist is bigger, and force is the law here.
However, for Wu Gen, who grew up in a bandit village, he is not unfamiliar with such a place. On the contrary, without the rules, laws, and morals of the world, Wu Gen feels that this place is more intimate and entangled. The shackles were swept away.
"Since the door behind the road cannot be blocked, how should we get to Kuntianzhou." Regarding his own safety, Wu Gen quickly asked about the follow-up arrangements.
"When we arrived at the dark island, there was a smuggling boat going to Kuntian Continent. We have already contacted one of them and given enough reward. You two can take the boat across the rising sea. However, these people are all forgetful of profit. As a righteous man, you should be careful on the road. On the vast sea, the only one you can count on is yourself."
"That's right." The man suddenly remembered something, "The word came from the gate that the two boys you met on the road are the guardians of the Tianya Gate. This Tianya Gate is a tyrant in the sea, with nearly ten thousand people under its command. The line is likely to pass through their territory.
However, I advise you not to have too much contact with them. I heard that these two are surly and cold-blooded, and they may kill you if you make a mistake. "
Wu Gen nodded, looking at the dark island getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but touch the broken knife at his waist.
