Even he himself doesn't know how many treasures the demon has in his name.
After all, the entire Three Realms were almost conquered by him back then, and his wealth was beyond calculation. Even if he caught any of his subordinates, he would be rich enough to rival the country.
This point has been verified by the Lord of the Sea City, the Golden Dragon King.
Ying'er wants to inherit Tianmo's legacy. The biggest obstacle at present is that Tianmo is still alive...
Moreover, her ambition goes beyond that.
She is the disciple of Heavenly Demon, and Zhang Xiu is also called Heavenly Demon. Rounding things off, she is Zhang Xiu’s apprentice, and she should be able to inherit Zhang Xiu’s legacy...
Looking at Ying'er, who was laughing arrogantly in front of him, and black energy was about to emerge from his body, Zhang Xiu felt a chill for no reason: "Are you really sure you want to betray the demon? Why do I always have the feeling that you are plotting against me?"
Ying'er was pulled back from her fantasy by Zhang Xiu's voice. She quickly put a serious face on her face and expressed her loyalty: "Teacher, how could I plot against you? You were the one who made me stop at the brink before I made a big mistake. Bringing me back to the right path is such a great kindness, it’s like reinventing myself!”
"You called me...mentor?"
Zhang Xiu's eyes suddenly brightened.
Is there such a good thing in the world?
It seems that my debt of four million taels of silver has finally found an heir!
That brat from Chenxiang, because he was afraid of inheriting his debts, took a little fox overseas and ran away without a trace.
He was worried that no one would pay off his debts, and now someone came to his door!
Zhang Xiu excitedly held Ying'er's hand and said with a kind face: "Good disciple, from now on you will become your master. I am different from the devil. Even if I don't die, you can inherit my legacy!"
"Master!"
"Disciple!"
"Master——"
Ao Xue walked in from outside the door and happened to witness the scene of the deep love between master and apprentice. She was surprised and said: "Ying'er, you have become a master. Do you want me to prepare three pinches of loess for you and buy some wreaths and paper money to complete the apprenticeship ceremony?" Make it more formal?"
"What you are preparing for is not a apprenticeship ceremony, but a worship ceremony..."
Ying'er glanced at her angrily and said, "My mentor is in his prime, strong and healthy, and he can live for another seven or eight years at least!"
Zhang Xiu: "@#￥%￥#@......"
This is really very little!
After glaring at the two of them, Zhang Xiu called Yan Feng, and they all went to the restaurant on the next street together.
As soon as he entered the door, Ao Xue started yelling, pulling Zhang Xiu's sleeve and saying, "Let's eat at another restaurant. I've been to this restaurant before, and there's something wrong with their integrity!"
The shopkeeper quickly came out to defend: "Miss, please don't talk nonsense. Our restaurant is a century-old restaurant, and the ingredients used in cooking are all genuine, and we are honest!"
Ao Xue snorted and argued with him: "Last time I ordered a plate of fried lotus root slices at your place, but there were holes all over the lotus root!"
The shopkeeper: "..."
Zhang Xiu rolled his eyes at her and complained: "Those without holes are radish slices. Shopkeeper, please ignore her. Ten pounds of donkey meat in soy sauce, a plate of donkey intestines, two cold dishes, and a jug of good wine."
The shopkeeper looked at Zhang Xiu in surprise: "Sir, how do you know that our shop has donkey meat today?"
Zhang Xiu said proudly: "I calculated it using the innate eight trigrams, and nine out of ten hexagrams are accurate!"
Ying'er looked at Zhang Xiu with a shocked expression: "My mentor is truly a god!"
This time she was really shocked. It was the first time she discovered that divination could be used to do such a thing...
At this time, the young man who was talking to a rich man turned his face and looked at Zhang Xiu with a sad expression.
After hesitating for a long time, he took advantage of the gap between the dishes and stood up and came to Zhang Xiu and saluted: "Master, are you really good at divination?"
Zhang Xiu nodded and said: "One hexagram and one hundred words, what do you want to count?"
The young man smiled bitterly: "Calculate your fortune."
This young man's name was Xia Shang. He was honest and simple. A rich man in the village sympathized with his family's poor life and lent him money to learn how to do business.
But Xia Shang didn't know how to do business, so he lost money. He felt very ashamed and was unable to repay others' capital.
Xia Shang was very uneasy, so he sold all his farmland and houses and gave the money in exchange to the rich man. The rich man inquired about the situation and took pity on him even more. He redeemed the properties and houses sold by Xia Shang and lent him more capital again so that he could continue to do business.
I stumbled into doing business for more than a year. Either the cargo capsized or I lost money on the business. Finally I went home and calculated the accounts. I just had enough to repay the loan. I had been working in vain for more than a year.
This time he made an appointment with the rich man to repay the money and treat him to a drink to express his gratitude. He happened to encounter Zhang Xiu's bizarre calculation that there was donkey meat in the restaurant today. He felt that this divination was very magical, so he wanted to invite Zhang Xiu. Help me calculate my fortune.
Zhang Xiu stared at him for a while and said: "Your father's name is Xia Dongling. He was very rich in the first half of his life and lived a luxurious life. He only ate meat fillings when eating steamed buns. He also tore off the meatless parts of the buns and threw them away, leaving them in a mess. It was all over the place, so he was called "The Lost Taiwei".
In his later years, because his family was so poor that he could not even eat every day, his arms were very thin from hunger, and the skin drooped like a cloth bag. People also called him a monk, which means that he looked like a monk hanging a bag and going around asking for alms. , am I right? "
Xia Shang's eyes almost popped out of his head when he heard this, and he said in shock: "Young master is really a god, he can even calculate my father's life, and there is no difference between them!"
Zhang Xiu gave an enigmatic smile: "This is not calculated. Those two nicknames for your father were given by me."
Xia Shang: "@#￥%￥#@......"
Looking at the dumbfounded Xia Shang, Zhang Xiu took off the money bag from his waist, took out eight coins, threw them on the table, stared at them for a while, and said: "You will have a windfall when you are fifty-eight. , but this money is not the result of your hard work, it is more like a reward given to you by the God of Wealth."
After saying that, Zhang Xiu raised his face and continued with a smile: "Do you want to change your luck?"
Hearing this, Xia Shang couldn't help but feel a little moved: "Can you help me change my fortune?"
Zhang Xiu said confidently: "Of course, I can assure you that I can definitely change your fortune when you are fifty-eight! I will only charge you one tael of silver!"
Xia Shang was shocked: "..."
You've changed my fortune, so I still have to give you money?
I'm afraid I'm not seriously ill! !
After dumbfounding for a while, he took out the divination fee of one hundred cents and handed it to Zhang Xiu. He resumed his sighing look and walked out of the door with his head lowered.
The rich man glanced at Zhang Xiu, got up and walked out to chase Xia Shang.
Zhang Xiu absorbed the demonic energy on the copper coins and said with a slight frown: "The demon's minions we met this time seem to be a difficult guy who harms others without benefiting himself, and specializes in playing tricks on others..."
(End of chapter)
