Jing Zetian originally planned to find a Taoist priest in the Taoist temple to learn about the production of black powder materials, so he found a fortune teller, these people must be earth snakes, whether they are real Taoist priests or not, they must know a lot of things, but they didn't expect to find a random one to tell a fortune teller, and they actually had a little feeling. Because Yang Zhanfei is really going to do something different recently, it can be regarded as a turning point.

Yang Zhanfei was obviously taken aback, and then took out more than a dozen copper coins from his purse and gave them to the Taoist priest.

"Yo, you see, I love money, don't I." The Taoist priest said this again, and Jing Zetian felt that this sentence was not the Taoist mantra.

After the Taoist priest said this, he continued: "Don't worry, Childe, from my calculations, this turn is a bad thing in the short term, but Childe's face is a person of Fulu, and he will definitely enter the phase in the future." ”

Hearing the Taoist priest's words, Yang Zhanfei's expression tightened, and then relaxed.

Jing Zetian was also relieved, although he didn't believe it in his heart, but in extraordinary times, hearing these words could still reduce the pressure.

"The master will also calculate for me, and I will measure the word." Jing Zetian couldn't help it, he wanted to count a hexagram, and felt that this Taoist priest should have the ability to do it, not a liar who fooled people.

"Okay, Childe write the words on paper." Lao Dao said, took out a piece of white paper and put it on the table.

Jing Zetian thought about it, and felt that he should write something simple, and he could see the ability of the old way.

Jing Zetian picked up the brush and wrote the word 'one' on the paper.

As soon as Jing Zetian put away his pen, a sudden breeze blew, blowing the white paper directly to the ground and falling on the dirt in the flower pond.

"Huh?" The Taoist priest picked up the paper and continued to pinch his fingers and calculate.

After finishing the calculation, he stared at Jing Zetian carefully for a while.

"This son is really a nobleman, although I counted the words you wrote, I didn't dare to say it." The Taoist priest said with an embarrassed face, and at the same time his expression was a little frightened.

"Oh? Master, just say it. ”

"Childe, after I said it, you two should not have heard of it, and you can't tell anyone."

"Well, don't worry, we won't tell." Jing Zetian assured.

"If it weren't for the fact that I received your money and was stained with cause and effect, I wouldn't have told you the result anyway." The Taoist priest shook his head helplessly, and then continued: "Gongzi wrote a 'one' character, and the paper was blown to the land by the wind. The Taoist priest said as he wrote out the word Wang.

"And the word king is written on the white paper, adding a white is the word of the emperor, the son must be a member of the royal family, just now I calculated a hexagram, the son may become in the future..." The Taoist priest's words were not finished, but Jing Zetian and Yang Zhanfei both knew what he was going to say in the end.

Jing Zetian and Yang Zhanfei glanced at each other in surprise, surprised that he had guessed Jing Zetian's identity, and shocked at the meaning of what he said at the end.

"Dare to ask who the master is?" Although Jing Zetian was shocked in his heart, he quickly calmed down, but he was curious about the identity of a Taoist priest, with such ability, he should not be an unknown person.

"Don't dare, don't dare, poor Dao doesn't dare to be called a master, poor Dao is called Ma San." The Taoist priest hurriedly said embarrassedly.

Ma San is very confident in his own ability, believes in the content of his calculations, and his attitude towards Jing Zetian has changed a lot. In the era of imperial power, whether their religion can live well depends on the emperor's will. Although Jing Zetian is not now, Ma San believes that it will be in the future.

"Ma San? I didn't expect you to be Ma San, why did you set up a stall here to tell the hexagram. Yang Zhanfei on the side was shocked by Ma San's words, and after hearing Ma San's name, he was taken aback again.

"What's wrong?" Jing Zetian asked puzzled, he felt that the name Ma San was too vulgar, nothing extraordinary.

"Ma San is a hexagram master in Qingyun Temple, the junior disciple of the master, many dignitaries and nobles want him to calculate a hexagram, but a hexagram is hard to find, I didn't expect to meet it here." Yang Zhanfei explained, his tone was still full of incredulity.

"Hehe, Childe praised it falsely, I just occasionally find fun in the view, and I have a false name, which is not worth saying." The more Ma San praised him, the more humble he became.

Jing Zetian listened to what Yang Zhanfei said, and found that Ma San was actually very famous, and he was also the junior disciple of the Taoist Lord, so he should know the news of what he wanted.

"I don't know if Ma Dao Chang knows where there are saltpeter and sulfur?" When Ma San was a little embarrassed to be praised, Jing Zetian asked out loud.

"Of course I know this, I have a lot of Qingyun Concept." Ma San said directly.

Jing Zetian was overjoyed when he heard the news, he didn't expect it to be so smooth today, except for the strange matter of fortune telling, everything else was smooth sailing.

"I don't know if you can sell me some."

"Hehe, this is easy to say, dare to ask which prince of His Majesty this is this?" Ma San asked cautiously with a smile.

"Ma Daochang, this is His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince." Before Jing Zetian could answer, Yang Zhanfei took the lead in answering for him

"Huh? It turned out that he negotiated with Uss Khan face-to-face, did not fall behind, and also made 'clouds and clothes and flowers want to be glorious'. Ma San looked at Jing Zetian in surprise.

"I didn't expect my deeds to spread to the Taoist temple, but I was a little surprised." Jing Zetian once again opened his eyes to the speed of gossip in ancient times.

"What His Highness wants, I have stored it myself, and I will give it to His Highness if I have a relationship with His Highness today."

Ma San's words made Jing Zetian's heart pound, obviously moved, if he gave it away for nothing, he would save a lot of money.

Although he was excited in his heart, Jing Zetian still behaved very calmly, his acting skills were good, and he pretended to be reserved and said: "How embarrassing is this, it is useless." ”

"Actually, I owe it to Your Highness, Your Highness doesn't know anything, I heard that because His Highness proposed to His Majesty, let us Taoist priests and monks go to the Youth League with the princess to preach, this is a great merit." Ma San said sincerely.

Jing Zetian didn't expect that he didn't want his country to suffer at that time, so he washed the heads of the people of the Youth League by the way, and even made the Taoist priests grateful.

"Could it be that Ma Dao Chang is going to go when the time comes?"

"That's natural, such a great time to be able to promote my Taoism, and with the backing of the imperial court, I must personally go to Dahua to educate the Youth League for me and promote the culture of my Han people." Ma San said yearningly.

Jing Zetian felt that Ma San was a person with a pure heart, and at the same time, he was a little worried that his robbery would affect them to go to the Youth League to preach, but the arrow had to be sent on the string, as for what things would become, he could only wait and see what happened.