"How did the master see it?"

Looking at the tall back in front of him, Chu Yimeng was very curious.

Zhang Daoran seemed to have eyes behind him, and said with a smile: "Don't be curious, everything in the world, if you have experienced more, you can see through the truth and falsehood at a glance." Who is really begging for a stereo?"

Begging with the stereo is obviously attracting attention, which is deliberate.

Even if he doesn't have the ability to see the sky, Zhang Daoran will not believe in this kind of person.

Although this world is different from the world of the previous life, it is still roughly the same. People's hearts are not ancient, and there are still few people who make a fortune by cheating?

"Compassion is a ...... for those in need"

What Chu Yimeng experienced today made Chu Yimeng ignorant and accumulated some experience: "Seeing is believing, and it is not necessarily true." Hearing is false, and it doesn't have to be fake......"

Zhang Daoran didn't seem to hear Chu Yimeng's muttering, he bought some sugar gourds casually, flipped his palms, and in the crowded crowd, the sugar gourds disappeared directly without anyone paying attention.

Chu Yimeng, who was following behind Zhang Daoran, had a touch of strangeness on his face, and recovered his innocence from the contemplation of seeing the liar just now: "The master didn't throw away the things he originally bought, but used the Taoist magic power to put them away...... It's like Master Hengkong, senior brothers, they have a space magic weapon and can hold a lot of things. ”

"It turns out that the master lied to me..."

Chu Yimeng felt very sorry that the things he hadn't bought were thrown away.

With brisk steps, Chu Yimeng followed Zhang Daoran to a place in the woods.

There are acrobatics, singing, shouting and selling, promoting and practicing martial arts, and qigong...... There are three religions and nine streams here, and there are many people in front of a stall.

Chu Yimeng took a look, this is a small stall, and the stall is a small shed specially made for sun and rain protection.

"Count the past 500 years, and count the next 500 years. ”

This is a fortune teller, and Chu Yimeng lost interest in an instant.

When it comes to fortune-telling, who can compare to one's own master? With one's own master, nothing can be hidden. What people think, the past and the future, the master can see through it at a glance: "If one day, the master really goes to tell fortunes, business will definitely be very good." ”

Chu Yimeng also knew that it was almost impossible to let his master set up a stall to tell fortunes. The master is a cultivator, dedicated to cultivating the Tao, and will not show the open air for money. The people who tell fortunes here are just some liars, and there are not many who are really talented.

"Fellow Daoists, please stay ......"

Suddenly, a voice came from the crowd.

The crowd was separated, and an old Taoist priest who was close to the age of sixteen came out of the crowd.

The old Taoist priest walked out, and many people expressed dissatisfaction: "Daoist, you are counting it for me, why don't ......you count it?"

"It's just... What could be more important than making money? We all paid the money, don't leave the ......."

The old Taoist priest didn't care what everyone said, and continued to walk forward: "Zhang Daoyou, please stay!"

Zhang Daoran, who was walking, stopped slightly and turned around.

Chu Yimeng also felt curious, looked at this old Taoist, and realized that this old Taoist was not a real Taoist. The hair is very short, and the robes he wears are not very formal. Anyway, it's completely different from the Taoist robe on the island in the middle of the lake, and there is a bit of a nondescript feeling.

The people on the island in the middle of the lake wear Taoist robes inside and out, and the Taoist robes are very pure. This old Taoist priest wears leather shoes, a down jacket under his robe, and trousers. It's obvious that he is selling dog meat on the head of a sheep.

Zhang Daoran was also very surprised, along the way, Zhang Daoran did not open the Heavenly Eye Vision. Originally, it was to distract the mind and open the eyes of the sky, and at a glance it was full of blessings and misfortunes, and I was afraid that it would ruin the interest.

In the red dust, Zhang Daoran can only be regarded as fate, so the Tianyan Eye Power has not been opened.

This old Taoist priest can directly call out his surname, Zhang Daoran looked this old Taoist priest up and down, and he had no impression.

"Fellow Daoist, are you calling Poor Dao?"

Zhang Daoran's face was indifferent, and he asked softly.

The old Taoist priest also looked Zhang Daoran up and down, his face was as usual, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a trace of awe: "Poor Dao Dragon and Tiger Mountain, Cuiyun Peak cultivator Liang Youyuan visited Zhang Zhenren......"

"Liang Youyuan?"

Zhang Daoran didn't have any impression, Zhang Daoran guessed that when he was preaching in Longhu Mountain, this Liang Youyuan might have seen him, so he could recognize himself at a glance. Zhang Daoran had no interest in this cultivator, and he was even less interested in how the cultivator of Longhu Mountain would come here to tell fortunes.

"Daoist friends call the poor Dao, what do you ask?"

As a cultivator in the world, recognized as a saint-like existence, if the cultivator in front of him is a real cultivator, Zhang Daoran may still be interested in chatting with him. It's just that the cultivator in front of him is an ordinary old man, or a Huoju Daoist, and Zhang Daoran has no interest in discussing the Dao with him.

The main purpose of a cultivator traveling all over the world, getting acquainted with fellow Taoists, and discussing the Dao together is to confirm what they have learned in their hearts, to be able to identify their shortcomings, and to gain enlightenment in a certain field while discussing the Dao.

It's not that Zhang Daoran is holding it up, or that there is no one in his eyes. As the saying goes, the Tao is not the same.

Liang Youyuan smiled bitterly, in the face of a saint-like existence like Zhang Daoran, Liang Youyuan was indeed because he had seen Zhang Daoran when he was preaching in Longhu Mountain. It is impossible for Liang Youyuan to be arrogant enough that an ordinary cultivator like himself can make Zhang Daoran attach great importance to it.

"Fellow Daoist... The poor road came from Longhu Mountain and cultivated for more than 40 years. The poor road does not pass through the way of heaven, does not know the way of exercises, the poor way of studying the five elements of the gossip for decades, can calculate the past and the future......" Liang Youyuan hesitated, and finally gritted his teeth: "The poor road does not dare to show ugliness in front of Zhang Zhenren again, but he also wants to calculate the future of the poor road and explain it to Zhang Zhenren......"

There are a lot of people around, although the island is only a few dozen miles away from here, and unlike the residents on the east coast, the residents here don't even know about the island. So, they became very interested in the conversation between the two Taoist priests.

"Daoyou......" Liang Youyuan gritted his teeth and said: "Daoist friends will have a bloody disaster in the future!"

"Wow!"

There was an uproar all around, Zhang Daoran was very young, but he was dressed as a real Taoist priest. No matter how you look at it, Zhang Daoran is more credible than Liang Youyuan, a fire dwelling Taoist. But now, this fake Taoist priest is telling fortunes for a true Taoist priest......

"Could it be that this Liang Youyuan is higher than this Zhang Zhenren?"

These people don't know, and they don't count themselves as people. Even if he calculates supernatural powers, he will not calculate himself, and he will not be accurate if he does. They only knew that Zhang Daoran had a bloody disaster but had no premonition, but this Liang Youyuan could see at a glance: "Is it really fake?

Obviously, Liang Youyuan's identity as a Taoist priest is not enough to convince the people.

Chu Yimeng's face was furious, this Liang Youyuan is really an axe, his master has great powers, what do you not know?

Or is this Huoju Taoist priest deliberately showing off and cursing the master?

Just about to speak, Zhang Daoran smiled indifferently: "Thanks to the Taoist friends, turn around Cuiyunfeng and tell the head of Liang, just say that these poor Daoists know in their hearts, and the second dragon in February will raise his head, and you can come to my Sanqingguan ......"