For no other reason, Wei Zhuang thought this master was shameless.
Can you be more professional when you lie to people? Other masters can at least read palms, look at faces, or ask about birth dates and so on.
But when it was your turn, Master Zhang, you didn’t ask anything, just told them to go back and wait.
If there is something wrong with the son outside, wouldn't the woman who was originally full of expectations be even more sad?
This is just like those modern swindlers who specifically target the elderly, extremely abominable!
At this moment, Master Zhang stood up, bowed his hands to everyone, and said: "Everyone, I have solved the problem for three people, and my merits have been fulfilled. I will be here today. At this time next month, I will come to the city to solve the problems of the destined people. .”
"Goodbye, everyone." After saying that, he straightened his robes, cupped his hands in thanks, and walked outside.
Master Zhang was walking and was about to pass by Wei Zhuang.
Wei Zhuang was dissatisfied with him and wanted to stop him, but before he could speak, the master suddenly turned his head.
The two looked at each other, both a little surprised.
"Little brother, why are you so angry?"
As soon as these words came out, Wei Zhuang was shocked.
He was full of death energy... He subconsciously thought that he had died ninety-nine times.
Could it be that this old man has real abilities?
Wei Zhuang was slightly skeptical, but the next moment he rejected this idea in his heart.
The old man most likely said it to him casually and then compiled it based on his expression and reaction. This is a form of deception that takes advantage of people's psychology.
Thinking of this, Wei Zhuang asked him, "Master, I am alive and well, how can you say that I am full of death energy?"
Feng Shuwan and Xiaoyu also looked at the old man doubtfully.
Master Zhang did not answer immediately, but frowned and looked Wei Zhuang up and down, sighing as he looked.
"Master, can you see any problem?" Wei Zhuang asked calmly, trying not to let his expression reveal any flaws.
The master took a breath, stared at Wei Zhuang and said seriously, "Little brother, you are very strange."
Wei Zhuang spread his hands and said helplessly: "Master, I think you are also very strange."
Master Zhang shook his head: "Your body is covered with a layer of golden light, but the surroundings are filled with death energy. If the two fight against each other, only one can survive."
"How old are you this year?" Master Zhang suddenly asked.
Wei Zhuang didn't care what he said, so he replied: "I am eighteen years old this year."
"No, no." Master Zhang frowned, "Your anger doesn't look like someone who is eighteen, but like someone who is over a hundred years old."
After saying this, everyone around looked surprised.
Only Wei Zhuang's pupils shrank.
He traveled through hundreds of lifetimes, and although each lifetime lasted only one or two years, the total duration was indeed more than a hundred years.
Wei Zhuang looked at the old man with serious eyes for the first time, but he still showed a nonchalant look and said: "Master, if you say that I am over a hundred years old with my appearance, isn't that just telling lies?"
This time it was Master Zhang's turn to smile and said, "If you think it's a lie, just take it as a joke."
As he spoke, he shook his head slightly and walked forward.
Wei Zhuang looked at his back, the conversation just now echoed in his mind, and he felt a little absent-minded.
"Little brother." Master Zhang suddenly turned around, hesitated and sighed.
He walked up to Wei Zhuang and lowered his voice and said a few words.
"It's up to you whether you believe what I say, but I still want to remind you."
"We must get rid of the spirit of death and leave the place of death quickly."
After that, Master Zhang left without looking back.
The crowd watching the excitement slowly dispersed, leaving only Wei Zhuang standing there stunned.
"Wei Zhuang, Wei Zhuang!"
Wei Zhuang came back to his senses and saw Feng Shuwan and Xiaoyu looking at him worriedly.
"Your Majesty, what exactly does Master Zhang mean, what death energy, death place... it sounds so scary."
"Uh...he just said it casually."
"Just talking casually? But I don't think he is just talking nonsense."
When Wei Zhuang heard this, he patted Feng Shuwan's hand with a smile and said comfortingly: "It's just some quackery. These people like to pretend to be incomprehensible and say some words that others can't understand. In fact, they are all lies." of."
"Oh." After hearing Wei Zhuang's words, Feng Shuwan nodded doubtfully.
"Haha, let's go walk around in front."
The three of them continued walking forward, but Wei Zhuang was distracted.
Golden light...
Deathly anger...
Death place...
These three words are incomprehensible to others, but they all correspond to each other here in Wei Zhuang.
The golden light corresponds to his status as emperor.
The death energy corresponds to his tragic death in ninety-nine lifetimes.
The place of death... He has experienced various ways of death in these ninety-nine lives, but there is only one place of death.
The palace!
As soon as this idea came to mind, Wei Zhuang suddenly felt horrified, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to Tianling Gai.
Suddenly he broke out in a cold sweat.
He had never thought about this question, why did he die in the palace every time...
Is the palace the place where he will die?
…
"Wei Zhuang."
A soft cry brought Wei Zhuang back to reality.
Feng Shuwan grabbed his hand and said with worried eyes: "You must tell me what is on your mind, don't think about it alone, okay?"
Wei Zhuang's heart warmed up when he heard this. He held Feng Shuwan's hand back, paused and asked with a smile: "Shuwan, do you want to go out for a walk?"
"Huh?" Feng Shuwan asked doubtfully, "Aren't we going to come out now?"
Wei Zhuang shook his head: "I mean to leave the imperial capital and go somewhere far away."
"Leave the Imperial Capital?"
Feng Shuwan froze on the spot, looking at Wei Zhuang stupidly.
"Well, haven't you always wanted to go outside the palace? Then let's leave here and go somewhere else."
"But..." Feng Shuwan looked a little excited, but the next moment she shook her head: "A country cannot live without a king for a day. What will the court do if you leave?"
"It will be fine as long as Zhuge Mu is here in the court."
"It still doesn't work." Feng Shuwan frowned: "The ministers have great power, how can the court not be in chaos?"
Wei Zhuang was a little surprised when he heard this: "Do you still understand this?"
Feng Shuwan blushed: "After all, I am also from the Prime Minister's Office. It is impossible for me to know nothing about the affairs of the imperial court."
"Hahaha." Wei Zhuang laughed happily, "I remembered an old saying that if a family has a good wife and a man, nothing bad will happen to him."
"You're still laughing." Feng Shuwan pinched him lightly, "I'm telling you something serious."
"I'm also telling you something serious." Wei Zhuang suddenly exhaled: "I really want to go out and have a look. As for the court affairs, I will make arrangements."
"Well..." Feng Shuwan nodded.
Then the two of them looked at each other and smiled, their eyes showing their anticipation for freedom.
At this time, Xiaoyu, who was running in front, turned around and shouted to Feng Shuwan.
"Miss, I'm going to buy something over there and I'll be back soon!"
Feng Shuwan was worried that she would get lost and wanted to remind her not to run around, but Wei Zhuang stopped her and said, "Let her go. The most important thing is to have fun out there."
"Okay." Feng Shuwan shook her head helplessly, and then waved to Xiaoyu who was not far away.
Xiaoyu got the signal and ran to the side happily, and soon disappeared into the crowd.
No one noticed that several pairs of vicious eyes in the crowd were staring at her...
