"Little friend, there is Wutong Town ahead, you and I will say goodbye. After Zhang Fenghai finished speaking, he pulled up the curtain and stopped talking.

"Thank you, sir, goodbye, sister Xiaoqing. Lin Jing bowed down and said goodbye to Zhang Fenghai and Xiaoqing.

"Childe, please take care and see you soon. Xiaoqing bowed slightly and said softly.

"Drive!" the coachman whipped his horse, and the carriage soon disappeared into the bustling crowd.

Lin Jing looked at the direction of the carriage stupidly, and his heart was infinitely melancholy, why do people always have to go through separation, meet each other, but in an instant, they go their separate ways. The longing for Ma Dahai and Ma Xiaohuan couldn't stop coming to my heart.

"Uncle Bearded and Sister Xiaoling don't know where they are now, will they miss me. Lin Jing was thinking about it, when suddenly there was an urgent exclamation from behind him.

"Hey, hey, borrow, borrow!"

Lin Jing turned back suddenly, only to see a black-maned horse galloping towards him, and pedestrians on both sides lined up. Lin Jinghe had seen this battle, and he couldn't help but be stunned, as if he had nails under his feet, and he couldn't move an inch.

"Oops!"

"Ahh

The people on both sides of the street let out exclamations, and the less timid ones covered their eyes with their hands, and could no longer bear to look at them.

"Phew!"

Lin Jing suddenly felt a chill on his forehead, and then looked at the black-maned horse, which was behind him at this moment.

It turned out that at the moment when Lin Jing was about to be installed, the black horse's front hooves jumped high and jumped over Lin Jing's head!

Lin Jing was stunned, staying in place and thinking to himself, but his shoulder was gently patted.

"Little brother, it's okay!"

Lin Jing turned his head and saw a young man in a sackcloth standing in front of him. Look at his face, he is only seventeen or eighteen years old, his eyes are not big, but they are thin and long, his slender body is not weak, and there is a faint trace of vicissitudes on his green face. Looking at the horse behind him, the horse was extraordinary, and his sturdy body was in stark contrast to the boy.

"Oh, it's a trailmaster, and my horse is so naughty and tight, can I be frightened?" said the boy in a northern accent.

"It's okay, don't worry. Lin Jing hurriedly replied.

"In that case, I will take my leave. Take care. The boy said, turned on his horse, and galloped away.

The crowd gathered again, Lin Jing looked into the distance, the bustling streets could not see the end at a glance, and the surrounding hustle and bustle couldn't help but echo in his ears.

Where is my home, Lin Jing was secretly sentimental, he lowered his head and walked forward with heavy steps.

"Fellow Daoist, you might as well stop and talk. Lin Jing was walking when he suddenly heard someone on the street on the right talking to him. Lin Jing subconsciously turned his head and looked to the right, but he didn't see anyone, only a cart of firewood and grass for sale.

Lin Jing shook his head suspiciously, wondering if he had heard it wrong, and at this moment, the voice sounded again.

"Fellow Daoist, and go a hundred steps further. ”

Lin Jing couldn't help but be shocked, this voice was close to his ears, but why did he let himself walk another hundred steps? If it was before, Lin Jing would definitely be so frightened that he would run home without looking back, but after experiencing a series of circumstances such as corpse and Lingshan, although he was still frightened, he was no longer surprised.

To go, or not to go? Lin Jing felt that this voice was amiable, like an old man at the entrance of Liujia Village, thinking that he should not be a bad person, he hesitated for a moment, and still took a hundred steps forward.

"Fellow Daoist, Buddha Amitayus. ”

Lin Jing secretly counted silently as he walked, and when he reached the ninety-seven steps, the voice sounded again. Lin Jing glanced to the right, and a white cloth signboard came into view, with the book: fortune telling, good fortune and numerology, not a penny.

Look at the white cloth signboard under the square table, the table is spread horizontally with the four treasures of the study, pen, ink, paper, inkstone are not lacking. Behind the table sat a white-robed Taoist, with a face like a crown of jade, a long beard and a chin, looking at Lin Jing with a smile.

"Is the Dao Leader talking to me?" Lin Jing stretched out his hand, not daring to lose his manners at all. I don't know why, every time Lin Jing makes a bow and gives a gift, he always remembers his father's teaching to him, so he can't help but become more restrained and more humble.

"Fellow Daoists, you and I are fellow Taoists, so you don't need to be polite. Having said that, the Taoist still stood up and returned the salute.

"I ...... I'm not a Taoist, I'm just ...... It's just ......" Lin Jing wanted to explain that this outfit was given by Zhang Fenghai, but he didn't know where to start, and he couldn't help but blush.

"Fellow Daoists, how about a Taoist priest, and what if it's not? Yes or no, there is a destiny, so why bother. Have a seat. The Taoist pointed to the bench in front of the table and motioned for Lin Jing to sit down.

After all, Lin Jing was young and a little overwhelmed for a while, so he had to sit down on the bench and said, "I don't know what the chief is looking for me." ”

The Taoist smiled without saying a word, picked up the pen in his right hand, and waved a pen on the paper, and in a short time, two pictures came into view.

"Please!" said with a smile as the Taoist gently brushed his right hand over the drawing.

Lin Jing saw that the two pictures each depicted a man sitting cross-legged, his upper body naked, and the major acupuncture points were marked with ink dots and connected by thin lines. At first glance, the two pictures are identical.

Lin Jing was puzzled, carefully observed the picture, and found that although the palms of the people in the picture were hanging two inches above the knees, in one picture, the palms of the palms were facing the sky, and the thin lines connected to the acupuncture points were faintly stretching outward. In the other picture, the palms of the palms are facing the ground, and the thin lines connected to the acupuncture points are flowing backwards to the body.

Could it be that this is what the Taoist chief needs me to pay attention to, and do different pictures represent different fortunes? Since the Taoist can "measure the good fortune and evil of people", I think that these two pictures are naturally one auspicious and one evil.

Which one is auspicious and which one is fierce? Lin Jing pondered for a long time and could not figure it out.

If Daddy is here, I can ask him, Lin Jing thought to himself. In his heart, his father Lin Kun knows astronomy and geography, and is a recognized think tank in Liujia Village, and there is almost nothing he doesn't know, but it's a pity......

Lin Jing's nose was sour, but he desperately gritted his teeth and didn't let the tears fall. Perhaps realizing that he had no one to rely on, unconsciously, Lin Jing became stronger and stronger.

The Taoist didn't seem to be in a hurry, nor did he urge Lin Jing to make a choice, and looked at Lin Jing with a smile.

"Since I don't understand the meaning of the picture, it doesn't matter to me which picture I choose", Lin Jing simply took his heart sideways, picked up the picture of the figure in the picture with his palms facing the ground, handed it to the Taoist, and said: "Daoist, I choose this picture." ”

The Taoist chief took the picture, was stunned at first, then looked up and laughed, and said, "Wonderful, wonderful!"

The reaction of the Taoist was quite unreasonable, which made the second monk Lin Jingzhang confused, and he didn't know whether he had chosen the right choice or the wrong choice, so he couldn't help but say: "Daoist, did I choose the wrong one? May I ask, what is the indication of this?"

"Don't blame fellow Daoists, this is the will of heaven, the true meaning in it, and it is not something that the poor Tao can explain. Daoists may wish to relax, and they will naturally know in the future. The Taoist said loudly.

Lin Jing was like a cloud, where did he understand the meaning of what the Taoist said, and was about to post an article, but he heard the Taoist say: "Fellow Daoist, you and I have no fate, see you in the future, but don't forget the poor way." ”

With that, the Taoist put away the signboard and seemed to be leaving.

Lin Jing felt that everything that had happened just now was simply inexplicable, and he simply didn't understand a word of what the Taoist said. Seeing that the Taoist cleaned up the stall in two clicks, and turned around to leave, Lin Jing suddenly remembered that he didn't know his name, and hurriedly asked, "I don't know what to call him?"

"Poor Road Road No. Tianyi. ”

After speaking, the Taoist walked into the crowd without looking back.