Shen He opened his mouth and said to the young master beside him: "Young master, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time. The destiny of heaven and earth here is so chaotic that it is not beneficial to practitioners like us. We need to evacuate as soon as possible."
Boyong's eyes flickered, as if he had made an important decision, and he asked softly to the old man beside him: "Grandpa Shen, can you make an exception and kill that man at once?"
For some reason, Boyong's heart trembled violently when he saw the young man in rough clothes, and a turbulent wave arose in the calm lake of his heart. Boyong was shocked. For some reason, he was afraid of a villager with mud legs! This inexplicable fear made Boyong gradually have a murderous intention towards the young man. If he didn't kill him, he might become his own inner demon in the future. Those who practice Taoism are most afraid of inner demons. This is why Boyong insisted on killing Xia Chengyi even if he broke the rules. For a proud son like him, only by killing the inner demons and having a thorough understanding of Taoism can he achieve great success.
Shen He was slightly startled, "Why does the young master have murderous intentions for that mud-legged boy?"
Boyong's face was gloomy and flickering, "Grandpa Shen, my heart was trembling just now."
Shen He was a little surprised. His little master's cultivation physique can make the Taoist heart pure and the mirror clear. This is why he can break through the realm faster than ordinary disciples of the same generation. Others may be influenced by the outside world because of the Taoist heart. This hindered his practice, but Boyong would not.
Shen He said in a deep voice: "Young Master, what did you see from that clay leg?"
Boyong shook his head.
After Shen He thought for a while, he said: "Since the young master has spoken, I will make an exception and take action, but it is not to kill him. If I take action rashly, I am afraid that I will offend the Confucian sage Lu Ran, and I am afraid that he will He was kicked out of the town directly, and he was not allowed to step into the town. Moreover, the town is now a mixed bag, and all forces are secretly watching this place. If I expose my identity blatantly, I am afraid it will attract the attention of my Yuntai Sect enemies. Although I, a disciple of the Yuntai Sect, am not afraid of others, it is better to have less trouble than more trouble this time down the mountain."
Shen He stepped forward to Xia Chengyi.
Xia Chengyi's eyes froze when he saw this. He had also seen the so-called immortal magic in the past few days. Now he saw the old man suddenly coming from a few feet away in one step. His heartstrings could not help but tighten, but his expression remained unchanged. .
The tall old man said in a skillful and fluent small town dialect: "Young man, do you live in this town?"
Xia Chengyi nodded and asked, "Is something wrong, old gentleman?"
Shen He said with a smile: "I and my young master have just arrived here, and are not familiar with the town. We also hope that I can give us some directions and tell the Fu family how to get there. My young master and I are from the capital city." The old family also has a lot of connections with the Fu family in this small town, so I came all the way from the capital this time to visit relatives and friends and renew the previous relationship."
Shen He didn't lie. The Longquan Fu family was indeed inextricably linked to Da Qin Yuntai. The ancestor of the Fu family was an outer disciple of the lower sect of the Yuntai sect, Yunxia Mountain. He never entered the upper sect due to his mediocre talent. Within the Yuntai Sect, they later returned to the family. They were conscientious and diligent in running the family, and sent many talented disciples to various major sects and gangs. In the past hundred years, they have also spread their branches and leaves in the capital. There are many disciples of the Fu family.
Xia Chengyi looked past the tall old man to the young man behind him.
Boyong met Xia Chengyi's eyes, showed a clean smile, and said: "Brother, can you tell me and grandpa how to get out of the Fu family?"
Unexpectedly, Xia Chengyi shook his head and said: "I don't know how the Fu family should get there. I have lived outside the town for many years and I just moved to the town. I am not familiar with the neighbors yet. Do you want to ask others?"
Shen He said seductively: "Young man, it's not good to lie. Do you think my master and servant look like bad people?"
Xia Chengyi scratched his head and said, "Old sir, please don't embarrass me. I really don't know. You can try asking other people living in the town. Maybe they will know."
A trace of anger flashed in Boyong's eyes.
Shen He laughed out loud and said, "In that case, I won't embarrass you. My young master and I will just look for directions elsewhere."
Finally, the tall old man patted Xia Chengyi on the shoulder. It seemed like a casual pat, but in fact, it hid a secret. This pat made the young man's acupuncture point feel like a river bursting out of its embankment, and at the same time, he silently used a crooked and evil technique. A seed of evil is planted in the young man's heart. In a short time, bad luck will be born and the root of the disease will fall. He will not live for ten years at most. For these ordinary people, ten years may be a long time, but for monks like them, ten years may be just a short time. In an instant, Boyong's inner demons naturally disappeared without a trace. It can be said that the old man's move was extremely sinister, but it did not cross the line. It would be difficult to find this evil spirit planted in his heart without deliberately looking for it.
Xia Chengyi looked away at the master and servant who were walking away, frowned slightly, but didn't say anything, and ran towards the blacksmith shop. Passing by the old elm tree in the center of the town, I saw a young Taoist priest wearing a wide robe, sitting on the pillar of the old elm tree. There was a fortune-telling stall in front of him, with his legs crossed. The old god was sitting behind the table, beside him. The vertical flag also reads "Good or bad luck, fortune and misfortune, predict events like gods."
When the young Taoist saw Xia Chengyi walking by, his eyes lit up, and he quickly stood up and greeted him: "Hey, this little brother is staying here! I am a poor Taoist, but you are in a narrow place, your life palace is turbid, and your complexion is like burning oil cooking on fire. This is definitely not a good sign. But don’t be afraid, you only need to draw a lot, and Pindao will help you calculate a fortune, and he can help you turn danger into good luck and avoid this disaster."
Xia Chengyi did not stop.
The Taoist priest did not give up and raised his voice, "Young man, in the past, when people asked me for help, I was not happy. Today, I see that we are destined to be together. I hereby give you a hexagram to ward off misfortunes and exorcise evil spirits. Of course, Pindao is a small business after all, and the fee charged is not much, just two pennies is enough, but if the little brother feels that Pindao's divination is accurate, how about adding an extra penny?"
Xia Chengyi's footsteps in the distance obviously paused, and the Taoist priest immediately shouted in unison, striking while the iron was hot: "It's a clear sky and a bright day, little brother, you are the first customer of my stall, and meeting each other is fate. I'll just be a good person and do it to the end. As long as You sit down, and I can do a hexagram for you for free, which will ensure that disasters are warded off. To be honest, I see that my little brother is weak and weak, and is riddled with evil. It is not a good sign, but since I have seen it, I will not He will just sit back and ignore it. It happens that Pindao also has a lot of research on writing yellow paper talismans. He can write one or two protective yellow paper talismans for the little brother. When the time comes, he only needs to stick it on the door of the house and it will have the effect of dissipation. The effect of eliminating disasters and eliminating evil.”
Xia Chengyi was stunned for a moment, turned around and asked, "Can you write talismans?"
When the Taoist priest saw Xia Chengyi stop, he was overjoyed. He came to the town and set up a stall here for several days, but he didn't see any customers. When he asked about fortune telling, people came to ask for fortune. They dispersed in a hurry, which made the Taoist priest who went out to find a way to make money regret that the simple folk customs he promised were so cunning and cunning.
In the end, only a little boy who looked at ghosts and spirits and had a bad temper came over and stared at a pair of big evil eyes. He sat on the small wooden stool in front of the table. The little boy was none other than Han Tiejiang's eldest son, Han Qian. .
Two paupers, one big and one small, sat facing each other.
When the Taoist priest was thinking about his words, he didn't expect that the little boy who was as big as a brat was the first to speak. As soon as he started speaking, he made a shocking statement, asking if the priest was a magic stick who came to the town to deceive people.
Because there was a Taoist priest in the town who happened to pass by the town and spoke words that the people in the town could not understand. He claimed to be a highly respected immortal in the world. The purpose was to brag about how good he was, which frightened all the people in the small town at that time. However, in the end, the old man was able to predict the fortunes of every family in the town with children, and most of them came from the old man. After getting a good fortune, there were only a few people who didn't get the lottery. Among them were Xia Chengyi and the little boy Han Gan who was sitting in front of the young Taoist priest. This is why Han Gan remembered the old Taoist priest so well. What he was thinking at that time was that if he saw that bull-nosed Taoist priest again in the future, he would definitely pluck out all his beards, so that he would not have a good fortune for himself.
When the Taoist priest heard what Han Gan said, he became anxious on the spot. How could Pindao do such deceptive things in his small business? Pindaoxing sat upright and was not afraid of the shadows on his body. Don't throw dirty water on Pindao. You If you keep saying that, I would rather not make money than give you a fortune telling.
Han Gan lost interest as soon as he heard this, got up and left. Before leaving, he made a face at the Taoist priest, then turned around and ran away, leaving behind a Taoist priest with an angry face.
In the past few days, the Taoist priest has become increasingly cash-strapped. When the Taoist priest was about to close the stall and close the stall, the first customer unexpectedly arrived.
The Taoist laughed loudly, "Don't worry, little brother, I dare not tell you. I am very familiar with writing runes on yellow paper. I am not bragging. Most of the runes written in ordinary temples are It’s not as good as what Pindao wrote, what do you think?”
Xia Chengyi was doubtful, sat opposite the Taoist priest, and asked aloud: "How do you call the Taoist priest?"
Xia Chengyi had no doubts about some local customs in the small town. For example, every New Year's Day, he would spend a few pennies in a temple to count fortunes for good luck. The young man felt that since this Taoist dared to set up a stall in the small town, For fortune telling, there must be some skill in one's body.
The Taoist priest smiled and said: "This poor Taoist's name has been upgraded to the character Jiang."
Xia Chengyi raised his head and asked, "Taoist Jiang, all I need is you to calculate a fortune for me. If it's a good thing, I'll add another penny. If it's a bad thing, you can just write me an exorcism charm, okay?"
Taoist Jiang Sheng thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes."
Xia Chengyi took out two pennies and put them on the table, then reached for the lottery tube.
Jiang Sheng sat upright with a solemn look on his face.
Xia Chengyi took out the bamboo stick, held it in his palm and slowly spread it out. Probably because of nervousness, Xia Chengyi's palm was covered with sweat.
Jiang Sheng picked up the bamboo stick in Xia Chengyi's hand and looked at the signature carefully, his expression solemn.
"When a declining tree meets the spring, a lonely boat encounters a strong wind. It has no support when it sets out, and everything fails to prosper."
Seeing that Daoist Jiang was deep in thought, Xia Chengyi's expression became slightly nervous.
Jiang Sheng pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "In this way, Pindao writes a peace charm for you and doesn't charge you more. What do you think?"
Xia Chengyi looked solemn and asked: "Taoist Master, is it because of the signature?"
The young man vaguely guessed what happened. It was most likely because of the master and servant he met earlier. Although Xia Chengyi couldn't be sure it was because of the old man, his intuition told him that it must be the handiwork of the old man.
Jiang Sheng smiled as usual, "Brother, don't be nervous. Although the signature looks very thrilling, there is a twist. Just wait for me to write a peace charm for you, and then do as I say." , Not to mention turning bad luck into good luck, it’s no big deal that there are no karmic obstacles.”
On the desk, pens, inks, paper and inkstones were already prepared. After Jiang Sheng carefully inquired about Xia Chengyi's birthday and parents' names and places of origin, he took out a piece of yellow talisman paper and started writing in one go. There was no sloppiness at all, and his words were flowing and flowing. Everyone's style.
Jiang Sheng put down his pen, picked up the yellow paper and dried the ink on it, and said to Xia Chengyi: "After you take it back, just stick it on the door of the room. If there is nothing important, don't tear it off. But remember, there is no need to do anything wrong in this world. Please be safe.”
Xia Chengyi took the yellow paper solemnly, kept it carefully, bowed to express his thanks, and turned to leave.
Jiang Sheng leaned lazily on a tree pillar, basking in the sun. A ball of filth, as dim as ink, appeared in his palm. Jiang Sheng flicked his wrist, and the filth disappeared between heaven and earth. He sighed. : "Life is like an adverse journey, and I am also a traveler. Is this considered another good deed and meritorious deed for Pindao? I will have to ask my senior brother to make a note for Pindao later."
Taoist Jiang Sheng glanced at the two copper plates on the table and put his hands into his sleeves. As soon as he waved his sleeves, two bamboo sticks flew out of the wide sleeve robe and fell to the ground. Jiang Sheng, "Hey!" With a sound, he quickly picked it up, then looked around furtively, and found that no one was paying attention here. He was relieved, breathed a sigh of relief, hid the two bamboo sticks in the loose cuffs again, and then crossed his legs and hummed Playing the tune, the old god is waiting for the next "destined person" to arrive.
In fact, there are two bamboo sticks hidden in Jiang Sheng's sleeve, one is the top pick and the other is the bottom pick, both of which are used to make big money. It's a pity that Jiang Sheng has been traveling around the world for many years but he didn't expect to stumble in Longquan Town. People say that this town is a weird place, and now it seems that it is indeed the case.
Jiang Sheng hummed a tune and leaned lazily on the tree stump, squinting in the sun.
