The white-clothed old man in the Taoist robe waved his hand, and Huang Bawang himself passed honestly, without a word of nonsense.

I was secretly worried, so I squeezed behind him with Lao Bai.

Others didn't really want to make way for us, but I really had no trouble trying to squeeze them out.

At this moment, Huang Bawang was already standing in front of the white table.

The table was carved out of white stone, and when the yellow overlord approached, he didn't make the next move.

"Yo, he's really not small!"

The old man said, pointing to the stick holder on the table, which was also white, and looked like it should be jade.

"Here, shake a lot, I'll see how your life counts!"

I frowned, and I almost let Lao Bai out.

This old man can't even talk too much!

But at this time, Huang Bawang didn't know what was wrong, what the old man in white said, what he listened to, looking at this posture, even if he was hungry a few times, Huang Bawang could agree without saying a word.

At this point, I temporarily suppressed the idea of dealing with this old man, and I wanted to see what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd!

Huang Bawang stretched out his hand, his speed was very slow, but he unswervingly picked up the stick holder made of white jade.

It shook several times like a dice, and the hanging lot did not fall out of the tube.

Suddenly, a white light flew out of the sticker and landed on the table.

The white hanging stick bounced twice on the table, and finally jumped directly into the palm of the old man in white.

This step is nothing, after all, a block magnet can do it.

"Tsk!" the old man in white put down the hanging sign and smiled.

Finally, he took out a pure white brush without a trace of variegation, dipped it in ink on a piece of rice paper, and drew an egg.

Wait, instead of eggs, he paints one bald monk after another.

Among these monks, there was a monster crouching with nine heads on its neck.

As for what exactly he painted, to tell the truth, it was too abstract to see what it was.

But I could guess at a glance that he was drawing a nine-headed lion.

The nine-headed monster knelt between the many monks.

The old man in white painted here, and the ink on the brush suddenly ran out, and he couldn't draw anything in the next stroke.

"Forget it, forget it!"

The old man in white said, and with a flick of his hand, the brush disappeared.

"Big man, this painting will be given to you, and I must keep the authentic works of my old man!"

Huang Bawang was still a little confused, standing still without moving.

I patted him on the shoulder, completely unresponsive.

I hurriedly pulled him away and said to the old man, "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable..."

I still wanted to say something, but the old man's face sank at that time, "What do you want to do?

I suddenly had an idea and said, "I don't count hexagrams, this person is a good friend of mine, he didn't bring any money when he went out, and I paid for him." ”

The old man's face changed again at that time, "In this way, I will buy a hexagram and give a hexagram today, and today the face touching and drawing lots are over, so let's do it, why don't you test a word?"

I immediately wanted to shake my head, but my head involuntarily nodded!

"What's going on?!"

I was immediately shocked, but I didn't expect to let others control it in one fell swoop.

It seems that this old Taoist may really be an immortal stranded in the world!

Then I didn't listen to my hand, picked up the pen, brushed and wrote on the rice paper.

After I finished writing it myself, I took a look at it, and what I wrote turned out to be a character A, B, C, and D!

"Hmm... I'm very happy to see my fellow doorman, so let's give you a painting too!"

The white-robed old man said, holding the paintbrush in his hand that he didn't know where to buckle it.

The pen walks the dragon and snake, and in an instant, an ink painting... To be precise, the caricature appears on a piece of rice paper.

I took a closer look, and this white-robed old Taoist drew a pair of torn armor on rice paper, and the fragments were scattered, and I don't know where it fell.

On the left side of the drawing, there is a fat ball with two black dots dotted on it, and I don't know what they are.

At the bottom of the sketch is a behemoth.

Elongated, thin at the ends and thick in the middle.

There are also two black dots on it, which seem to be a pair of eyes.

As soon as I looked at the content on the picture, I immediately remembered the demon bodies of Yu Lin and Bai Qiye.

Yu Lin is a monster in the water, and Bai Qi Taiye is a big white hedgehog.

The ball on the left side of the painting seems to represent the Seventh Master Bai, and Yu Lin is the elongated object at the bottom.

"What do you mean, senior?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" the old man in the white robe smiled and said, "Go ahead, aren't you still in trouble?"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly said at a fairly fast speed: "I almost forgot, you haven't paid yet!

“…”

I silently took out the money and handed it to the old man.

The white-robed old man waved his hand, and Huang Bawang, plus Lao Bai, two people and a monster, turned around and walked out obediently.

It wasn't until we left the crowd that we came to our senses.

When I think back to our actions, my heart immediately tenses.

When we were frightened, another old man on this street scolded in his heart!

Good business on one side means no business on the other, and that's the case now.

I took Huang Bawang and Lao Bai with me, and walked forward quickly without leaving the crowd just now.

At that moment, I suddenly realized that the person we were looking for was squatting in the corner of the wall!

Compared with the Taoist who was pure white and had no other colors just now, the old man in front of him who was leaning against the wall and casually laying a gray cloth on the ground was a little unable to get up to the table.

At this time, there was no one in front of the old demon, and he twisted his head to look at the crowd not far away, not knowing what he was thinking.

I waved my hand, but Bai Qi didn't react at all, still looking at those people.

I felt that something was wrong in my heart, and immediately shouted at Bai Qi Taiye: "Old demon, your matter has been committed, and now we are going to arrest you!"

After finishing speaking, Bai Qi didn't react at all.

He was like a clay sculpture carved from wood, and he didn't mean to move at all.

"What's the matter? Ignore us!"

Huang Bawang had just recovered his strength, and at this time, when he saw that this old demon was so uninteresting, he immediately stretched out his hand and dragged Bai Qi Taiye up from the wall.

However, Bai Qi still didn't move, and his eyes didn't look at the group of people anymore, but at the ground, and his body didn't mean to move.

I immediately stretched out my hand and snatched the Seventh Master Bai in the hands of Huang Bawang, for fear that he would strangle the Seventh Master Bai to death if he used his strength.

(End of chapter)