"Bad luck!"

It's not that the Yun clan hasn't thought about this situation, but under the suppression of the imperial court, the Dao of Fortune has long been a rat in the gutter. If it weren't for the fact that the Raid Dao was still somewhat useful, it might have been completely wiped out long ago.

But just before, there was a fire in the West Mountain, where the imperial tomb was located, and the road was once again brutally suppressed by the imperial court.

According to the news received by the Yun clan, the Dao Masters of the Raiders are now on the run.

"Wait a minute, take a look!"

If she didn't reach a dead end, she didn't want to get mixed up with the Raid Road. Especially when the news came that the Dao masters of the Doom Dao had become lost dogs, the Yun Clan's perception of the Doom Dao was really not very good.

What about being able to win luck?

If you can't find the real person with great luck and great blessing, how long can you last with that little bit of luck you have taken?

……

At this time, in Qushui County, Jiangcheng Prefecture, in a small town called Anding Town, the Daoist Master of Fortune who was despised by the Yun clan was wearing a robe, holding a hexagram flag, and writing four characters: cloth clothes and gods.

One hexagram and one article, it is not allowed to ask for money.

At this time, the master of the robbery was down, and he was not much different from the fortune-telling liar who went to the rivers and lakes to eat.

These days, he has also suffered a lot.

The henchmen around him have died.

Some people betrayed him and were killed by him or those loyal to him.

Some people were killed by a sneak attack by a traitor.

Of course, there are still those who hide and dare not show their heads again.

The whole world is hunting down and killing people who rob the Dao, the scale is large, and the situation is so bad that it is better than the original founding ancestor of the Tang Dynasty.

The master of the robbery Dao fled all the way, drilled into the mountains and rivers, and finally stopped contacting the people of the robbery Daomen in various places, and completely cut off contact, which can be regarded as barely stable.

Because a fire was lit in the West Mountain, where the imperial tomb was located, Emperor Yongping and the eldest princess rarely cooperated sincerely, vowing to wipe out the catastrophe.

"Destiny is mine, how can I let this seat be so difficult?"

The Daoist of Fortune pondered several times, but he still couldn't understand why this happened?

"Fortune teller, calculate for the master, how is your luck today?"

"It's calculated, your benefits are indispensable, it's not accurate, Lao Tzu smashed your stall!"

A drunken man suddenly appeared in front of the Dao Master of Fortune and spoke proudly.

The Dao Master of Fortune accompanied the smiling face, glanced at this person, smiled slightly, and said, "Little brother, your luck is very prosperous today. If you can stop before midnight, you can make money every day! ”

"Haha, you can talk!"

"Take it, my lord's reward!"

The drunkard took out a piece of loose silver from his waist and threw it directly to the Dao Master.

If it was in the past, where would the Fortune Dao care about such a layman, let alone be contaminated with worldly things such as gold, silver, and copper coins, but now he is already a lonely man with an unknown future.

"It's time to eat!"

After collecting the scattered silver, the Daoist looked up at the noodle shop a hundred steps away from the opposite side.

He held his hexagram flag, cleaned up the stall, and walked towards the opposite side.

"Writing family letters, complaints, polishing pens, copying books, writing couplets, inscriptions, door plaques, etc., ......"

Passing by a scholar's stall and seeing the words written behind the scholar, the master of the robbery couldn't help but stop and look at the scholar who was struggling to write.

"The heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds and work their muscles and bones......"

Seeing the article that the scholar was writing, the eyes of the Daoist Master lit up when he boarded.

Isn't that what he's talking about?

In the past, he was high, although he had lofty ambitions, but he was far away from this world.

Didn't Emperor Taizu, the founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty, fly for nine days after filling the army? Isn't all this exactly the same as he is now?

The Daoist did not read the entire article written by this scholar, but strode forward and walked towards the noodle restaurant in front of him.

He had to eat a good meal, and then he would start the path of penance.

He wants to establish a kingdom of Tao in this world, and how can he be separated from all the people of this earth?

"Shopkeeper, come with two bowls of noodles and add more mutton!"

The Raider slapped the unheated piece of silver on the table.

When the shopkeeper of the noodle shop saw the silver, he immediately accompanied the smiling face and happily responded: "Two bowls of noodles, add more mutton!" ”

The mutton is fishy, which is what the Fortune Dao once disliked.

When he lived in seclusion in the capital, the Lord of the Raid Dao ate beef.

Although the imperial court ordered that the slaughter of cultivated cattle was prohibited, for him to rob the Taoist master and want to eat beef, he could eat it no matter what.

But nowadays, it's good to eat some mutton.

If it weren't for his bad luck, he would even have to eat pork.

Soon, two bowls of noodles arrived.

The Daoist pointed to the scholar who was writing outside, and said, "This bowl is for that scholar!" ”

"Uh......?"

When the noodle shop heard the words of the Daoist Master, he couldn't help but be stunned, "Sir, are you sure?" ”

"What? Any questions? ”

"Sir doesn't know, that is Zhang Juren, who is usually there, and he is here to help everyone for free. It is said that it is to practice calligraphy and understand the various states of life along the way. ”

"We don't understand what it means, anyway, Zhang Juren is not bad for money!"

"The richest person in our town is Zhang Juren's family, your mutton noodles, Zhang Juren may not be able to look at it!"

"If you want to send it, you will send it!"

Although he heard the origin of the scholar from the mouth of Xiao Er of the noodle restaurant, the Daoist of the Raid was only slightly stunned, and still firmly asked Xiao Er to send the mutton noodles over.

"Cheng, you are a guest, you have the final say!"

Xiao Er saw the broken silver that the master of the robbery gave to his shopkeeper. Knowing that this is a rich master, he naturally doesn't want to offend.