It's nothing, it's just that I saw that I had a relationship with a few laymen, and I wanted to mention one or two. ”

This sloppy-looking Taoist priest is serious, his eyes don't squint, ordinary people see the appearance of Ren Keer and the three of them, no matter how they will have some reactions, they will never be like a sloppy Taoist priest.

Li Qingqing doesn't believe that a Taoist priest can pinch and calculate, she has received social, social, main, and righteous education, and is atheistic, so naturally she doesn't have a good face for the Taoist priest in front of her.

"There are a lot of people who are destined for us, and I don't have time to talk to you. Li Qingqing directly blocked the Taoist priest's mouth, mainly because she was worried that others would be deceived by this Taoist priest.

Although none of them are short of money, a Taoist priest can sometimes make a person struggle for a long time with a casual nonsense, and may even change a person's life.

Seeing that Dong Wenfeng and they were about to leave, the sloppy Taoist priest said unhurriedly: "Don't worry, a few laymen, the poor Dao is a Taoist priest of Qingyun Temple, and he will definitely not lie to you." ”

The sloppy Taoist priest played the signboard of Qingyunguan, Dong Wenfeng and they stopped decisively, after all, the impression of the Taoist priest of Qingyunguan in front of the world is still very good.

Dong Wenfeng thought about it, it was clear, if this sloppy Taoist priest was not a Taoist priest of Qingyun Temple, he would definitely not dare to set up a stall in the middle hall.

"Look, the mad Taoist is going to tell fortunes again. ”

There was a shout from someone around, and many tourists surrounded them, staring at Dong Wenfeng and the others with envious eyes.

From the communication of everyone, it turned out that this crazy Taoist priest was from Qingyunguan, he had always set up a stall here, and only counted three trigrams every day, and the objects of this hexagram were randomly selected by the crazy Taoist priest, not that he could calculate the hexagrams.

Hearing that this mad Taoist priest was so interesting, Dong Wenfeng wanted to count a hexagram, he stood in front of the stall and asked the mad Taoist priest:

"Dao Chief, how do you calculate this hexagram and how do you charge it?"

Seeing Dong Wenfeng take the initiative to ask, the mad Taoist replied with a smile: "It's free, I don't know if you want to count your career, marriage, or something else." ”

Dong Wenfeng thought about it, and he didn't know what he wanted, his career is thriving now, there is nothing to worry about, and if he gets married, his relationship with Ren Keer is also very stable.

"Since you can't think of anything to test, then I'll just test one for you!"

After the sloppy Taoist priest finished speaking, he took out three copper coins from the dirty Taoist robe, Dong Wenfeng felt a heavy sense of history on the copper coins, and it seemed that this was also an unusual thing.

The surrounding onlookers stopped discussing after the sloppy Taoist priest started the hexagram and stared intently at the copper coins on the table.

After the three copper coins were settled, the sloppy Taoist priest stretched out his fingers and kept calculating, at first there was a smile on his face, and then his face became more and more solemn.

The sloppy Taoist priest glared at Dong Wenfeng, and his sharp eyes went straight to the bottom of Dong Wenfeng's heart.

Then the sloppy Taoist priest bit his middle finger and forced a drop of blood from his fingertips, and because of the injury, Dong Wenfeng sensed the other party's cultivation.

Sure enough, it is the innate realm, and it also looks majestic, and it must also be an extraordinary existence in the innate realm.

"Edict"

An incomprehensible pronunciation burst out of the mouth of the sloppy Taoist priest, and he saw the three copper coins spin again, and between the copper coins, he could feel that there was an aura passing through them.

The sloppy Taoist priest made complex gestures with both hands, and Dong Wenfeng felt that there was an inexplicable force pulling him to establish a connection with the copper coin.

"Wow, the mad Taoist priest actually used such a trick, I don't know what he is going to calculate this time. ”

Some people in the crowd saw the mad Taoist priest using his heart and blood to calculate hexagrams, although they did not understand the meaning of this trick, but from the perspective of past experience, this trick must be very exhausting.

"I remember the last time I heard that the mad Taoist priest used this trick to tell the hexagram, and the person who told the hexagram is now a feudal official, is this person in front of him also unspeakably expensive?"

The mad Taoist priest has only used his heart and blood to calculate the hexagram three times since he was telling the hexagram, and this is the fourth time. Dong Wenfeng found that after the mad Taoist priest used his heart blood, his luck fluctuated a little, as if he had been swallowed by something.

Qi luck was originally an ethereal existence, Dong Wenfeng had only learned a little bit of the small spell of qi observation, and he could barely sense its existence and changes.

"Whew"

The copper coin stopped, and the gesture of the sloppy Taoist priest also stopped, and he exhaled a mouthful of turbid air with a fierce breath.

"Dao Chief, how is the hexagram?" Ren Ke'er asked anxiously, very worried that something bad was about to happen.

"It's okay, don't worry too much. The mad priest replied with a sigh of relief, but he still took out a piece of rice paper, lifted the brush on the table, and began to sprinkle ink on the paper.

The gospel of the ancestors sheltered this body, and the golden dragon and blue sea fell into the dust,

The catastrophe Qingxiao knows the mysteries, and is proud of the innate dragon city.

After a while, such a seven-character quatrain jumped on the paper, but I didn't expect this sloppy Taoist priest to have such a writing.

Dong Wenfeng picked up the rice paper, muttered softly in his mouth, and couldn't understand the mystery after reading it several times, but he could always feel that these words were indeed related to himself.

It's just that from a literal point of view, he guessed that he should have encountered a catastrophe in Qingxiao, and he would be able to be proud of the innate realm after surviving the catastrophe, but he had never heard of Qingxiao.

If the last two sentences of this poem are correct, then the first two sentences are nonsense to say that he is a golden dragon descending to earth, he is an authentic human body, how can he be a demon beast.

"Dao Chief, this poem is too difficult to understand, can you explain it?"

Ren Ke'er and the others couldn't understand it after reading it several times, so they could only ask for help from this crazy Taoist.

"Unspeakable, unspeakable!" said the mad priest with a shake of his head, his slightly squinted eyes as if he was looking at this murky world.

The mad Taoist priest put away the things on the stall, hummed an unknown little song in his mouth, and disappeared happily in the eyes of everyone.

Seeing the mad Taoist priest leaving, the onlookers also left, they thought there would be a good show to watch, but they didn't expect this time the fortune telling to be so simple, they haven't seen it yet.

Dong Wenfeng casually put away the poem, sorted out his mood, and continued to visit the Taoist temple with Ren Keer and them with a smile on his face.

Anyway, it will come sooner or later, and avoiding it must be unavoidable, so there is nothing to worry about, it can't be that the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, what we have to do now is to work hard to cultivate, and when the calamity comes, we will have a greater chance of surviving.

After figuring this out, Dong Wenfeng was in a good mood, and before he knew it, his state of mind cultivation had broken through to the peak of the heaven-level level, which could be regarded as an unexpected joy.