Jin Yu is defeated on the outside, and this sentence is used to describe the Yangdu master that Teng Xiangling said.

It doesn't matter how much ink you have in your stomach, the important thing is that you have to get an office location that matches your identity first, so that there will be the kind of stupid people who have a lot of money and cry and shout to send you money.

The place where Teng Xiangling brought Yan Murong was an office building in Central, and the master's office was on the eighteenth floor of this building.

Yan Murong doesn't know how much feng shui does this guy know, but he is sure that this so-called master's flickering skills are definitely no worse than Uncle Zhao, otherwise it would be a considerable amount of money to be able to rent a one-story office building in Hong Kong, where every inch of land is expensive.

took the elevator to the eighteenth floor, and as soon as he got out of the elevator door, Yan Murong was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Opposite the elevator door is the front desk, in the front desk stood two young people in blue-gray robes, it seems that they should be for reception, and next to the front desk, it is like a bank, there are several rows of chairs, the chairs are full of people, there are young people, there are middle-aged people, and occasionally you can see a few old men and old ladies.

The business of this god stick is good, Yan Murong thought to himself.

"Hello, I want to see Master Yangdu." Teng Xiangling walked to the front desk and said to the young man.

"Please line up and get the number." The young man pointed to a numbering machine next to him and said. "If you don't have an appointment, please take the number and line up, and the master will arrange a time to meet you."

Master? Yan Murong was a little amused in his heart, it was not enough to fool these stupid big money, and he also fooled the two apprentices.

"I have an appointment." Teng Xiangling nodded and reported his name.

The young man flipped through the notebook in his hand, then raised his head, his expression changed instantly, and he said with a smile on his face. "Hello Miss Teng, the master is already waiting for you inside, please come in."

When the young man looked through the records, Yan Murong's eyes also glanced at the record book, and he suddenly had a bottom in his heart-he had to register his name and ID number before the relationship, in this case, as long as there were people in the police station, it would not be easy to check you? Fortune teller? Sort it off.

No one led them, so the two walked through the hall, came to the door of an office, knocked on the door, and waited until there was a low sound of invitation to enter, Teng Xiangling pushed the door open and walked in.

"Hello Master." Teng Xiangling said hello, and Yan Murong sat down.

Yan Murong looked at this office, it was about thirty square meters in size, and the decoration inside was in line with cultivators, simple and simple, a desk, a chair, and a sofa for receiving guests. The bookcase in the corner of the wall is full of books, all of them Feng Shui Taoism and the like. Behind this Yangdu master, there is a portrait, under which there is also a tablet of Guiguzi, and an incense burner is placed in front of the rank, and three green incense sticks are wafting green smoke.

Look at this master again, dressed in a white Tang suit, in his fifties, but his hair is black and white, combed into a big back, and he is holding a string of beads in his hand, which is a bit of a "great immortal" style.

"Miss Teng, you're here." Hearing Teng Xiangling's voice, the master slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw Yan Murong, he asked. "Who is this?"

"Master, I heard that you are very spiritual." Without waiting for Teng Xiangling to speak, Yan Murong spoke. "Why don't you help me do the math, see when I was born and when, and if there are any disasters recently?"

The little friend laughed. Master Yangdu smiled slightly, his face was not moved by Yan Murong's words, and said slowly. "Xiaoyou's spiritual platform is shining, and his career has been smooth sailing recently, and there is no disaster."

High, sure enough, it is high, Yan Murong thought to himself, this guy's skin is already thick to a certain extent, and he is fooling the dead and not paying for his life, first pick up the good ones and say that they will make you happy, as for how to fool you into taking out your wallet later, it is estimated that there are other tricks.

"Master Takami." Yan Murong smiled cooperatively, pointed to the portrait behind him and said. "Master, that's a portrait of Mr. Guiguzi, right?"

"It seems that Xiaoyou has some insight." Master Yangdu laughed and said. "That's right, this is the portrait of the ancestor Guiguzi, I, I am the eighty-fifth generation of Guiguzi, thanks to the master's name - Yangdu."

"Uh-huh, amazing, the master is amazing, haha." Yan Murong suddenly laughed, this smile made Teng Xiangling and the Yangdu master laugh a little dazed, and they didn't understand what he was laughing at.

"What are you laughing at? Be serious in front of the master. Teng Xiangling pulled Yan Murong's sleeve and whispered.

"It's okay." Master Yangdu waved his hand generously, looked at Yan Murong and asked. "I wonder why this little friend is laughing?"

"Why are you laughing?" Yan Murong smiled even more. "I said, old man, don't drag the ancient texts, okay? Just your culture, what about the text? Even I didn't graduate from junior high school than you know. ”

"Elevation, huh? How dare you come out and mix with this culture? Tell you, the word duo is the same as the death-stealing, not the Indian degree. ”

Hearing Yan Murong's words, Master Yangdu, who was still calm and relaxed just now, suddenly turned a little red.

No matter what Master Yangdu wanted to say, Yan Murong continued. "The mountains are extremely high, and the abyss is measurable—this is a sentence in Guiguzi, and it seems that you also took the name from it. However, master, your cultural level is not very high, you can pronounce words wrong, have you graduated from elementary school? ”

"What do you mean by that, little friend? Are you here to make trouble on purpose? ”

A master is a master, Yan Murong has to admire, this old man's skin is really thick, he just blushed and returned to normal, Yan Murong thinks that his face is thick enough, compared to Master Yangdu, it is also a small thing. This old man's face is stretched and stretched on the Iraqi border, and the Americans' ICBMs can't hit it.

"What a little friend is not a little friend." Yan Murong looked at Master Yangdu with a sarcastic expression and said. "The god stick is not terrible, and if you don't have the culture and come out to pretend to be a god stick, you are also the only one-Master Yangdu, right? Well, then let me ask you, what were you doing in 1925? ”

"What do you mean by that?" Master Yangdu frowned and said in a cold voice. "I was born in 1957, I learned Taoism from my master at the age of eighteen, where was I in 1925?"

"Then I'm weird." Yan Murong made a surprised expression, looked left and right on Master Yangdu's face, and after a while, he said. "Look at your white hair, with crow's feet at the corners of your eyes, I thought you were over a hundred years old - if that were the case, your old man was really well maintained."

PS: Meng Tingwei's song really sang my heart......