In Yongan County, another person who looks at the whole thing is the master of the county school.

He was able to notice the old beggar who had come back from the dead because it was the job that the Empress had given him—the only job.

For thousands of years, the Tianji Pavilion masters of the Shenxiao Sect have changed one after another, and the county masters of Yong'an County have also changed one after another.

The variables in the empress's mouth are finally here.

In the moonlit courtyard, the master used the ring ruler in his hand to carefully observe the old beggar who had passed out again through some of the tricks of the Great Luo Array.

After a while, he threw the ring ruler in his hand to the sky with a solemn expression.

The dark green ring ruler instantly melted into the dark night, and after passing the edge of the Great Luo Array in the sky, it disappeared immediately.

The empress flew to the immortal realm more than 3,000 years ago, and if she wanted to contact the empress, she could only rely on the heavenly ring ruler in his hand.

After throwing the heavenly machine ring ruler, the middle-aged master stood quietly in the courtyard of the county school, and his eyes once again turned to the unconscious old beggar on the dark street.

The empress is the reincarnation of the power of the fairy world, in charge of the thunder, the legend is the ancient thunder emperor, it only took more than a hundred years to re-ascend to the fairy world, and before the ascension left the big Luo array with her own hands, just to find something in Yong'an County.

The Great Luo Array was not only able to suppress the strength of the people in the array, but also the fluctuations of all spiritual objects, and because of this, the ghost bone relics found by Zhang Honglong were like ordinary black pebbles, and the golden Jiao found by Zixuan was like yellow loaches. Those immortal sects soon discovered the endless treasures here, and in order to restrain people, the Shenxiao Sect set a spirit collection once every ten years.

From time to time, the Master's gaze fell on several of his students, his eyes slightly gloomy.

The Great Luo Array brought spirit harvesting to the various immortal sects, but cut off the immortal road of the entire Qingzhou, which is not appropriate to think about, but this time I found the variables, and I thought that the existence of the Great Luo Array would not be too long.

It's late at night in summer, insects are chirping, and the streets are dark but lively.

A few hours later, the sky was bright, and the old beggar sat up again, and at this time, there was a faint aura on his body, as if he had become a low-level monk.

After the light spirit sat down on the ground, he shook his head a few times before he began to sort out the memories of the angry beggar.

The old beggar's memory is very simple, he was born in a poor peasant family, and his brothers are the eighth, so his name is the eighth. When he was sixteen years old, he heard that the temple was in charge of food and housing, so he went to become a monk. After chanting the scriptures for decades, it coincided with the rampant ghosts and the temple was gone, so the eighth child began a long-term wandering across states and counties.

There are obviously fewer ghosts in Yong'an County than in other places, and Lao Ba discovered this fact when he first came here, so he settled down with peace of mind and took up a dual job of begging and fortune telling.

It stands to reason that Lao Ba will not be reduced to the point of starvation by doing two jobs a day, Yongan County has a large population, and there are some Xianmen people who come and go among them, and they can live for several lifetimes with a little chance. But Lao Ba's luck is so bad, not only is there no one to give him charity, but wherever he goes, he will be driven away.

Of course, the old eight have a hard life, not a trick set by others, the root cause is that he is too ugly.

What an ugly method, his face is black and blue, and he lives like a reggaeton.

The light spirit sorted out the unfortunate memories in his mind, and his stomach suddenly "growled".

He almost forgot that he hadn't eaten much in three days.

The incense qi made the old beggar change from an ordinary person to a third-level monk overnight, but it did not solve his hunger problem.

Rubbing his stomach, the eighth noticed the six bright lucky bags beside him, he looked around, there was no one around, he woke up before and only had time to slap a palm and passed out, and he didn't know the source of these lucky bags at all.

He picked up a lucky bag, paced it aura, reached into the lucky bag, and examined its contents.

Six lucky bags, containing a total of forty-seven yellow-orange-orange crystals, a yellow loach, and a black bead.

You can't eat it.

No, loaches can be eaten.

Lao Ba's eyes lit up suddenly, and he grabbed the loach and was about to stuff it into his mouth.

Poor Jin Jiao was so frightened that he shrank into a ball in Lao Ba's hands, looking at the two rows of burnt yellow rotten teeth that were approaching quickly, he could only sigh helplessly that Jiao's life was not going well.

"Fellow Daoists, slow down!"

The voice of a vicissitudes of life sounded in the empty street.

The eighth paused, and made a gesture to stuff the loach into his arms, which was actually stuffed into the lucky bag. He looked calmly at the corner of the street, where a lame man was limping out.

It was his fellow fortune teller, he knew.

The lame man slowly walked to Lao Ba's side, with a smile on his face, and said very politely: "If you are looking down, it is better to go to a nearby restaurant to sit and talk about the avenue." ”

The sun is coming out in the west, and this dead lame man still has time to be kind.

The eighth man muttered in his heart, but a bright smile appeared on his face, and he spontaneously and consciously put on one of the arms of the lame man, and was about to help the cripple to walk to the nearest restaurant.

After being hungry for three days, he just wants to have a full meal now, and he will talk about the grievances and grievances of the past when he is full.

Although the sky is not yet bright, it has reached the point where you can see the surroundings clearly, and if it were a modern society, there would have been a lot of traffic, but this is an ancient society, or a ghost world full of ghosts and ghosts, so there are almost no pedestrians on the road.

Crossing two streets, you will see a restaurant with closed doors in front of you.

The restaurant looks gray, obviously some years, through the thin window paper, you can vaguely see a figure moving inside, obviously the guy in the restaurant has risen.

The old man was holding the cripple, and in the cool breeze of the early morning, he walked to the door of the restaurant and patted the door.

The figure on the window paper stopped moving for a moment, as if the guy inside was startled, and after a while, the door of the restaurant was carefully opened, and a young man who looked like a small man stood by the door and looked out cautiously. Seeing that it were two familiar beggars, he was visibly relieved, and did not drive them away, but opened the door wider and welcomed them in.

"What do you two want?"

As soon as the two walked in, the little guy immediately closed the door, and the caution on his face was replaced by a professional smile, and he greeted him familiarly.

The lame man took out the money bag from his arms and shook it, and then pointed at the eighth child, arrogant.

"Today is this Taoist friend who is the east, he decides what he eats, and the money is enough."

The eighth man was not polite to the lame, walked straight inside, came to the hanging menu, ordered seven or eight hard dishes at once, and then sat on the chair on the side, picked up a pot of freshly brewed tea, and drank it to the spout.

"Okay, guest wait."

The little guy screamed and ran to the back kitchen to help.

After a while, one dish after another was served, and the hot meal quickly drove away the coolness of the morning.

As soon as the meal came up, the eighth child started impatiently, grabbed a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth.

The lame man sat opposite the eighth child, unhurriedly drinking free tea with a strange expression on his face.

This Daoist brother is too ruthless.

The great monks live in seclusion in the government and the opposition, although they will not take the initiative to show their power, but they rarely really wronged themselves. This Dao brother's hunger is too real, and I don't know what the monk Dao brother's hermitage in Yong'an County is.

The cripple didn't speak, and the eighth naturally wouldn't talk nonsense, and in the empty restaurant, soon only the loud voice of the eighth gobbling was left.

Full of wine and food, the lame man hurriedly checked out, and the two walked out of the restaurant one after the other, and then stood at the intersection with big eyes.