"Tomorrow, you will go to "Jinyun Temple" to find Master Liu, and blackmail those monks for money." The fortune teller sat down in his chair and took the gray teacup and sipped his tea.

"Good idea, Mr. Divine Calculation. You teach me how to ask for money, and we will add two to five of the money we want and divide it equally. At this time, the fortune teller was an omnipotent fairy in the eyes of Zhang Yuanwai.

"Outside the staff, you first seal the maid's mouth and let her stop talking nonsense. Then you go to the "Jinyun Temple" to find the abbot of Wujing, and say that Master Liu went to the "Jinyun Temple" to worship the gods and burn incense, but the people disappeared. ”

"Didn't that monk let you strangle you, sir?"

"Nonsense. The abbot of Wujing was a rape and murder of Master Liu, and after throwing away the corpse, he was extremely afraid, and finally committed suicide in fear of sin. You know? ”

"Yes, yes, that dead monk committed suicide by hanging a beam."

"Master Liu disappeared in Jinyun Temple, of course you have to pretend not to know where to go to the Wujing abbot dignitaries, otherwise you will threaten those monks to report to the official. The monk is a thief, and he must know you privately. Rest assured, "Jinyun Temple" is full of incense, and there is a lot of oil and water~~"

The next day, the monk of "Jinyun Temple" was indeed as the fortune teller said, when Zhang Yuanwai walked into the temple, a monk invited him to the abbot's room.

"Zhang Yuanwai, I hope to pray for forgiveness. Yesterday, Mrs. Waiwai accidentally fell into a well in this temple and died, Amitabha. The first monk clasped his palms together and said to Zhang Yuanwai.

"Ah~" Zhang Yuan pretended to be very sad and surprised, and almost fainted.

"Amitabha. The donor is angry~"

"How can a good man fall into a well?" Zhang Yuanwai slowly opened his eyes and looked at the first monk with puzzled eyes.

"Unexpected. Maybe it was the fact that the lady accidentally fell into the well after dark. ”

"Then find your abbot and lose money! Or we'll see the officer. Zhang Yuanwai tore off his disguise to reveal his true purpose for coming to "Jinyun Temple".

"When the abbot heard the bad news, his heart was like a knife and he couldn't breathe and died suddenly. Amitabha. ”

"So coincidentally?"

"Donor, the funeral expenses of the wife are borne by the temple."

"How much?"

"A hundred taels of silver."

"One hundred taels of silver, you send it to be called Huazi." Zhang Yuanwai thought to himself, and the fortune teller would cost fifty taels for a fortune teller.

"What do you think?" The first monk asked in a low voice.

"One thousand taels of silver!"

"This~, isn't this an embarrassment for the monk? One thousand taels of silver, "Jinyun Temple" is worth so much money even if it is sold. ”

"The eight hundred taels of silver cannot be less. Either give me the money, or I will report to the official. ”

"Zhang Yuanwai. All the silver in this temple is only five hundred taels together~" The first monk brought a box of silver.

"Okay. Five hundred taels is five hundred taels. Zhang Yuanwai couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, and carried the heavy box outside, and went out of the door to ride the carriage home with the fortune teller.

"Mr. Divine Calculation, we said that we will be in half, give and give, and you will tell my fortune for me." Zhang Yuanwai thought to himself that this fortune teller was not a simple person, and he didn't dare to swallow the silver alone.

When he was about to arrive at the "Qingping Inn", the fortune teller picked up the ingot of silver and said, "Outside the staff, you will send the silver back to the house, and you will come alone to look for it, and I have something good to ask you for help." Silver, I'll take a ingot, listen to my words and then have silver~"

"Mr. God, I'll go back when I go."

"Okay." The fortune teller jumped out of the carriage and disappeared into the alley.

After dawn, Zhang Yuanwai came to the "Qingping Inn" as scheduled, and when he saw the fortune teller, he gave his hand, "Mr. Divine Calculation, you said that I only need five hundred taels of silver from the monks of "Jinyun Temple", will it be too little, or will we go to the point again today?" ”

"No, no, just enough. Someone asked about Master Liu, and you said that she went back to her parents' house, and you went to ask the monk for money again, what if the quarrel attracted the government? I remember that Wujing was killed by you and me, and after a while, the people in the temple will definitely rebuild the meditation room, and then there will be no traces of murder left by us. You say, don't you? Zhang Yuanwai~~"

"Yes, yes, we didn't kill the man, we just sent him back." Zhang Yuanwai said resignedly.

"Outside the staff, there is a chance to make a fortune." The fortune teller said and took another sip from the teacup.

"Mr. Divine Calculation, you just tell you."

"Actually, I'm not a god."

"Yes, yes, you are a god."

"Do you want to know why I know about Master Liu's adultery with Wujing?"

"Immortal, didn't you split the words and calculate it?" Zhang Yuan's surprised eyes looked at the fortune teller. ，

"It was the first monk of "Jinyun Temple" who told me, that is, the monk who gave you five hundred taels of silver."

"Ah, this, this~~" Zhang Yuanwai was stunned and couldn't speak, it turned out that all these things were under the control of the fortune teller.

"There is no need to be afraid, if there is no pure abbot, when will the first monk climb to the throne of the abbot? The first monk made a deal with me, he became the abbot as he wished, and you Zhang Yuanwai is also happy to get rid of adulterers and prostitutes, everything is done seamlessly, why not? ”

"Hmm."

"Come on, come on, Zhang Yuanwai, now you and I are discussing how to make a fortune together~"

"Wu Jia Ding is also you who bought me to deceive me, don't you bring me to "Qingping Inn"?"

"Hmm. I'm doing this to let you try out how well my plan works. ”

"Admire, admire."

"I'm still a fortune teller. Zhang Yuanwai, you have to find two people to act with me, so that everyone thinks that I am a god and will make disasters for others. Of course, this difficulty is not for nothing, it costs fifty taels of silver at a time~"

"Mr. God has a good idea, I'll go and prepare." Zhang Yuanwai has an eye for money, and he can do anything if he has money to make. ）

With a snapping sound, Wang Jian patted the startled wood to interrupt Zhang Yuanwai's thoughts.

"Who is the fortune teller?" Wang Jian asked loudly.

"Lord Zhixian, this, the little one really doesn't know."

"Come on, take Zhang Yuanwai to prison!"

"Lord Zhixian, the fortune teller really never mentioned his origin. I asked him a few times but he didn't answer, and I didn't dare to ask any more. ”

"Bring it down!" Wang Jian retreated, and everyone hurried to the backyard to discuss with Mo Wuwen.

"Wang Zhi County. I still see that Zhang Yuanwai does not know the details of the fortune teller, according to Zhang Yuanwai's nature of forgetting profit and righteousness, if he knew, he would have shaken out the fortune teller's matter. ”

"Master, let's go to the fortune teller's residence in the Qingping Inn!" Wang Jian got up and left, but the sky was getting closer to dusk, and the setting sun accompanied them to the west when they arrived at the "Qingping Inn".

The shopkeeper of "Qingping Inn" had already heard that the fortune teller had been burned to death, and when he saw Wang Jian coming with a group of people, he immediately came up to invite merit: "Lord Zhixian, I have already locked the fortune teller's room and prevented anyone from entering." ”

The shopkeeper hurriedly opened the door, Wang Gan's footsteps had just entered the room, and his heart seemed to be grabbed by something, almost making him fall. Mo Wuwen was anxious, grabbed Wang Jian quickly, and said, "Wang Zhixian, it's okay." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a little dizzy, maybe it was yesterday when I contracted a cold." Wang Gan's eyes were looking straight at the gray teacup on the table.

Mo Wuwen looked at Wang Geng's eyes, and was also surprised when he saw the teacup: the gray of the teacup was exactly the same gray as the gray he saw in the gray world, and the shape was exactly the same. According to the reason, the pottery technology of the gray world should be passed from the Song Dynasty, and the teacup in front of me should be fired in the world, but where does the soil of the gray world come from to fire the teacup?

Mo Wuwen remembered that when he crossed into the world from the gray world, what clothes, daily necessities, even stones would be reduced to nothing, only the demon refining pot, the rope and other ancient artifacts would not be dissolved. Mo Wuwen thought that there were only two possibilities, one was that the Gray Realm Soil in front of him was also a divine land, and it would not turn into powder when it crossed into the world, and there was also a possibility that Zhang Tianshi had some spell to keep the people and things that had crossed the Gray Realm to remain their original appearance.

"Mage. The teacup gave me an indescribable feeling, a very familiar feeling, a long-lost but very intimate feeling. Wang Jian asked the outsiders and the idle people to exit the room and whispered to Mo Wuwen.

"Wang Zhi County. The teacup is made of ash fired from the ash world, and it is the taste of your hometown. ”

"Ahh Wang Gan's hand immediately reached out to the teacup and sniffed violently.

Buzzing, the celadon in Mo Wuwen's arms trembled and turned slightly green. The room shook, and the door slammed shut.

"Ahhh~~" A scream came from outside the door, which seemed to be the screams of the outsiders.

Mo Wuwen rushed to the door to open it, but the door did not move, and it seemed to be locked from the outside.

"Demon!" Li Xiaomai's natural reaction was that the demon was coming, and the demon always appeared when the celadon sounded. Now that night is coming, the yin qi is getting thicker, and it is also the time when the demon begins to run rampant.

Mo Wuwen didn't want to take out the Pangu axe and slash at the wooden door, and the wooden door was split into pieces and flew everywhere. When Mo Wuwen rushed out, he saw the people lying in a pool of blood outside the door, but there were no scars or sword wounds on their bodies, and the blood seemed to burst out of the bodies of the outsiders.

Knock knock, the shopkeeper heard the screams and hurried over with the guys to see what was going on. The shopkeeper saw that Mo Wuwen was holding an axe in his hand and the outsiders fell to the ground and died, so he immediately fled to the inn and shouted loudly, "Oh no, it's murderous, the magistrate has been kidnapped!" ”

"I wasn't hijacked!" Wang Jian also shouted loudly at the back of the shopkeeper, but the shopkeeper had already escaped from the inn and didn't hear his voice at all.

In the empty courtyard, only Wang Zhen and Mo Wuwen were left, and at this time, the celadon piece in Mo Wuwen's hand was no longer green, no longer trembling, and no longer buzzing.

"It seems that if there was a demon just now, the demon would have already left the Qingping Inn." Mo Wuwen put away the celadon piece, don't do it, Pangu Axe said.

The sound of tuk-tuk tuk horses' hooves, the sound of footsteps, the inn was noisy in an instant. "Hello robbers, lay down your weapons, and release Lord Zhixian!" A loud shout came from outside the inn walls.

"Liu Dutou, it's a misunderstanding." Wang Jian walked to the door of the inn and shouted, but Wang Jian hurriedly retreated before he reached the door.

Arrows, arrows after arrows, shot from outside the door at a gallop.