Yuan Mingkong followed closely and followed Zhao out of the door. Zhang San also wanted to follow, but the clerk grabbed his wrist.
Anyone who dares to be an unpaid worker has two brushes in his hand. Either he can speak in a foggy manner, confuse people, and pay high prices. Or when you encounter rogues or liars, you can take action quickly and swiftly.
"Sir, why don't you wait in the store? It's cool in the store. I'll give you a cup of tea!"
The waiter said politely, but his hands did not relax at all. Zhang San had no choice but to rely on him.
Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong walked to the stall, but Zhao Rang suddenly stopped.
He asked himself a question in his mind, why are these people of all backgrounds old men?
The old man who made the clay figurine for him before was an old man, and now the one who suddenly set up the stall was also an old man. And according to Heidiye, the middleman he saw last time was also an old beggar man on crutches, and he poked him with his dirty crutch to attract attention.
On the other hand, the old man did nothing. He just squinted his eyes and kept fanning himself, but there were no mosquitoes on these square boxes.
"Let's see what he sells first."
Yuan Mingkong was more radical than Zhao Rang. He walked forward quickly and saw that the square boxes were all half filled with red juice.
"Who and what are you selling?"
Yuan Mingkong asked in Western dialect.
The old gentleman slowly stopped holding the fan in his hand, and used it to cover his forehead to block the coolness, and replied:
"Fairy water!"
Zhao Rang was a step behind Yuan Mingkong and immediately became alert when he heard the name of the thing he was selling.
"What will happen if you drink the fairy water?"
The old gentleman replied neatly:
"Drink the fairy water and you will see the gods."
"How about compared with Tongtianwan?"
Zhao Rang continued to ask.
The old man stopped talking, his narrowed eyes suddenly opened, he stared at Zhao Rang for a long time, and then said sadly:
"The Tongtian Pill can only reach the sky, but there may not necessarily be gods living in the sky."
If Zhao Rang had not experienced what he had gone through these past few days, he would definitely sneer at this and regard him as a complete charlatan. 166
But since he heard the past twenty years ago from Haidiya and Aziz, he has been able to look at these things objectively that he could not understand at all before.
Especially from what the old man said just now, it can be heard that he knows about the existence of Tongtian Pill, and he also thinks that his fairy water is better than Tongtian Pill!
Unfortunately, Haidiya made it clear that no one could tell others about the specific circumstances of their meeting with the stranger, so Zhao Rang and the others had no reference. So I only know that there will be a middleman to lead the way, but I have no idea whether the middleman will make any specific requirements for them.
"How to sell fairy water?"
Zhao Rang asked after thinking for a moment.
The old man shook his head and said slowly:
"If I don't sell it, it depends on fate."
Zhao Rang became interested:
"What do you think?"
"Men on the left and women on the right. Place the palm of your left hand about two inches above these wooden boxes, and then move slowly so that not a single box falls down."
"Can you tell?"
Zhao Rang didn't believe it.
But the old man shut his mouth and didn't say another word.
He has already told the two of them the method, and whether they believe it or not is not his business.
Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong looked at each other. Zhao Rang rolled up his sleeves first, placed his palms on top of the wooden box, and started moving according to the method the old man said.
There was no movement at first, until the palm moved to a position close to the center, a wooden box began to vibrate, and the liquid inside rippled.
"Yes!"
The old man jumped up from the bench with his back hunched over, and pressed Zhao Rang's hand into the wooden box.
The liquid in the box is ice-cold and feels very comfortable when your palms are soaked in it. In addition, Zhao Rang also smelled a sweet and greasy fragrance. To be precise, it’s not something you smell, but something you feel with your palms.
Based on this alone, the name "Fairy Water" is correct. The smell does not pass through the nose, but through the palms. Isn't this something that only gods can do?
But what the old man said is that as long as you are destined, you can see gods. Zhao Rang didn't look, whether he opened or closed his eyes... What he saw when he opened his eyes was the wooden box and his hand soaked in red liquid. Close your eyes, it's still the same, there is no difference at all.
After struggling like this several times, he couldn't bear it any longer. Just when he was about to ask the old man what he meant, the old man held his wrist and lifted his palm out of the box.
"I will take you to a secluded place in a while. You can already talk to the gods and think about what you want to ask in advance, but..."
The old man hesitated to speak, as if he was deliberately trying to control his words.
"But what?"
At this point, no matter how outrageous it is, he still has to hear it clearly.
"Just one question, two hundred taels."
Zhao Rang laughed, and so did Yuan Mingkong.
The two of them laughed so hard that they even shed tears.
Even the pedestrians walking on the long street, the clerk at the clothing store and Zhang San couldn't help but look at them.
Two of the three people were laughing, and one had a calm face. Even if people from the Western Regions don't understand what they are talking about, the ridiculousness is universal all over the world.
The reason why Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong laughed was very simple, it was because of that sentence - "One question two hundred taels."
Just now I vowed that it was only about fate, not money. But it is like this now. It can be seen that this "fate" is the "yuan" of the silver yuan! 1
Yuan Mingkong took out two hundred taels of silver and handed it to the old man, but the old man did not stretch out his hand:
"What, isn't it two hundred taels? The price has increased again?"
Facing Yuan Mingkong's ridicule, the old man was not angry and said calmly:
"The gods can only help one person a day. Today is him. You have to change the day."
After hearing this, Yuan Mingkong laughed again, turned to Zhao Rang and said:
"It seems that this god's magic power is very limited! He is exhausted from helping one person in a day!"
Zhao Rang was more restrained than Yuan Mingkong. He took the silver ingot from his hand, handed it to the old man, and said:
"Let's go, take me to meet this immortal master!"
The old man accepted the money Zhao Rang handed over without hesitation, and then led Zhao Rang in a certain direction.
"Wait for me for a while and remember to pay for the clothes!"
Zhao Rang said to Yuan Mingkong, Zhang San stood at the door of the clothing store, staring at him, his neck almost stretched out.
Northwest Market is located in the northwest of the royal city.
But few people have been to the northwest side of Northwest Market.
Because the northwest symbolizes desolation and barrenness wherever it is.
As long as there are people in such a place, it will be filled with brutality and killing, making it even more terrifying.
The direction in which the old man led Zhao Rang was to the northwest of the Northwest Market.
The sky suddenly darkened, and it was so gloomy that it seemed like it was going to rain in the next moment.
The clouds on cloudy days are somewhat similar to those at night, they are very thick and as black as ink.
Before he reached the place, Zhao Rang could already feel the desolation.
From time to time, one or two dry poplar trees will appear on the roadside, as well as a poplar root that is difficult for two people to hug.
This kind of place will not be haunted by gods at all in the notes, but will be full of lonely souls and wild ghosts!
Zhao Rang thought about it and subconsciously glanced behind the old man and found that he had a shadow.
The biggest legend about ghosts in Dawei is that they have no shadow. Zhao Rang has never asked for confirmation. So far, he has never seen a ghost without a shadow or a god who can shrink into an inch.
The sun penetrates the dark clouds and shines down, showing a strange purple color.
This purple beam of light happened to shine in an abandoned courtyard. The old man walked around the dead grass on the ground and walked in.
The courtyard is large, but not a blade of grass grows.
There are two low bungalows against the courtyard wall. One collapsed on the left and the other on the right.
"The gods are here?"
Zhao Rang said in disbelief.
He really couldn't connect the environment here with gods.
Which of the Taoist temples of Taoist cultivators in Dawei is not located on famous mountains and rivers? Either the fairy spirit is lingering, or the river is surging, who would want to be in such a place?
Zhao Rang remembered Yuan Mingkong's teasing just now, saying that this god probably didn't have much magic power. Now it seems that this is probably the case... Otherwise, why didn't he find a better cave?
After all, Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong didn't believe it at all!
With the attitude of giving it a try whenever you encounter it, see how it works, and go back and have an explanation with Aziz.
"You wait here, I'll go in and give the silver to the gods."
Zhao Rang was noncommittal, but the disdain on his face clearly expressed his thoughts.
Just think of spending money to watch the show and have fun, it’s quite good!
The old man walked into the dilapidated house minding his own business. After a while, Zhao Rang heard a deep and deep sound in his ears, which was very much like the morning and evening temple bells.
"You can ask now."
Zhao Rang looked around, but couldn't find the direction from which the sound came.
"You don't have to look for me, I'll ask you what you want to know!"
Zhao Rang looked around and found no danger, so he calmed down and asked:
"Is Princess Amani still alive?"
This is the key to everything.
As long as she lives, she can closely connect Haidiya, Aziz and others, mobilize the power they have accumulated for more than 20 years, and use the power of thunder to smash the tortoise shell of the divine religion in one fell swoop!
"Alive."
Without any hesitation, the deep and rich voice answered.
Even though it was difficult to tell the truth from the false, Zhao Rang felt relieved when he heard this answer.
As long as people are still alive, as long as they are alive, there is still hope!
"Then where is she now?"
Zhao Rang asked next.
"This is the second question."
The voice paused.
Then the old man's figure suddenly appeared behind Zhao Rang, coughed, and stretched out his palm.
Zhao Rang had just seen him enter the bungalow with his own eyes, how could he be standing behind him without anyone noticing?
Although he was shocked, Zhao Rang still put two hundred taels on his palm.
The old man repeated what he just said: "Wait until I give the silver to the gods."
Not long after he entered the bungalow, the voice sounded again and said:
"She is in the second room at the east end of the third floor of Taihe Residence."
Zhao Rang asked:
"sure?"
There was no reply from inside.
The old man never appeared behind him again to ask for money.
