Greeting Zhao Kun, this person is Mrs. Wang's niece of the cheap second trial sent by the crossing, the name Xifeng. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info When it comes to kinship, Zhao Kun has to call him a cousin.

"Where did this girl come from and where are you going?" Considering that this person also had a lot to do with the waste immortals who were away from the hating sky—at least in the so-called book that recorded the fate of mortals, it was named—so Zhao Kun tried his best to greet her in the tone of Jia Lian in his memory.

"I just left from the old lady's place, and I was about to go to my aunt's place to say goodbye, but I happened to see you, Second Brother Lian. But you, why, do you have to go out at this time? ”

Zhao Kun tried his best to show a warm smile, "How did the girl see that I was going out?" ”

"What, you really want to go out?" Wang Xifeng paused for a moment, and immediately laughed again, "Hey, hey, I just said that, who knew that it would make me blind, this is really a coincidence!" ”

"Really? Then I won't disturb the girl, let's go. The latter sentence is said to the little guy. After speaking, without waiting for a response, he turned around, and with a gesture of no longer paying attention to Wang Xifeng, he walked away.

This gesture made the latter quite unhappy, but what can Wang Xifeng do with Zhao Kun? If you have the ability, take this little thing to Shi Taijun for eye medicine! What's more, what can you do with eye medicine? This is also where Zhao Kun's confidence lies in learning Jia Lian's tone to deal with two sentences.

When he left the house, Zhao Kun didn't mean to go anywhere, just wandering around the street, but he took a look at a gap, and took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to a white breath from his mouth. This white gas is divided into three, thin but not dispersed, and they immediately went separately.

Not long after, at the mouth of the west alley, a crane hair, a fairy wind and bones came out, and at first glance there was a master of the road, and the kind of plucking the roots and hairs was two Jiazi kilometers. He also held a banner in his hand, on which were written four words: Iron mouth straight off.

As soon as this good-looking Taoist appeared, he attracted a lot of attention. And when the attention of the people on the street was attracted, I don't know when an old monk wearing a shabby robe but a solemn appearance appeared on the other side of the street. This is also the kind of monk who is genuine at first glance, especially the two white eyebrows that hang straight down to the chest and abdomen, and they really look like fairy wind and bones.

At about the same time, a black-clothed monk suddenly appeared on the roof of a nearby attic, with bulging muscles all over his body, at first glance, it was that kind of tantric style, and his whole body was full of the kind of tantric living Buddha's magic weapons, what kind of human bone top beads, white bones, wooden fish and other things, if it wasn't a big bald head, it would be simply a master in the Bon religion.

Zhao Kun looked at his three avatars, nodded with satisfaction, turned around and patted the little guy's head, and said, "What do you see, the master is going home!" ”

"Second master, there's an old fairy there?"

"So what? It seems that this kind of foreign master is the most important way to talk about fate. It should be your chance, you sit at home and send it to the door, it shouldn't be yours, what's the use of going up and hugging your thighs now? ”

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"Second master, second master! That old fairy really started setting up a stall at the gate of our house! ”

"What a fuss, when will you come to the door!"

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"Second master, second master, the old fairy has come to the door!"

"What's the fuss, I'll talk about when I'll find the master!"

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"Second master, second master! The old lady asked the old fairy to tell the fortune of our family! ”

"What?"

Before the words fell, Zhao Kun saw the maid who was waiting for Shi Lao Taijun beside him-Mandarin Duck. Bee waist and shaved shoulders, duck egg face, black hair, look at the cute ......

…… Hey? What's going on in my head? It must have been that previous plan that was too dirty, causing my tendencies to start shifting!

Seeing her come forward, Shi Shiran saluted: "Mandarin duck has seen Second Master Lian." ”

Zhao Kun slowly put down the book in his hand and glanced at her, "Grandmother has something to tell you to come over?" ”

The mandarin duck smiled: "So that the second master will know that in the past few days, a Taoist master who has traveled here in Beijing has come to the capital, and he is now a guest in the house." ”

"It's just a Taoist master, what does it matter to me?" Zhao Kun had a disdainful look on his face.

"Second Master Lian doesn't know, this Taoist chief is proficient in innate divine arithmetic, and he doesn't go to the Taoist temple to place orders in Beijing these days, and only tells fortunes with people. It is known that the iron mouth is straight off, and if you miscalculate, you don't take a penny, and if you calculate it correctly, you can only pay a penny. After seven days, there was no mistake, and there were several baskets of copper coins accumulated. But there is one point, no matter who sends someone to invite them, they will never enter the house, and only tell fortunes on the street. ”

"And how did he get into the mansion?"

"This matter is all because of Uncle Jing of Dongfu, he has been blindly looking for immortals all these years and asked, as soon as the Taoist arrived, he took the initiative to ask for advice, who knew that he and the Taoist were familiar at first sight, for the sake of Uncle Jing's face, the Taoist was willing to come to our house to sit down. Therefore, the old lady ordered me to invite a few gentlemen to come over, let the Taoist chief give each other a face, and take the birthdays of several young ladies, and planned to ask the Taoist chief to take a look. ”

Zhao Kun nodded and stood up, "Since grandmother has a life, then I'll go over." ”

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"This one is a good one, but it's just ...... Alas! The old Taoist saw the first birthday, sighed, immediately took the pen and ink, and waved a seven-word quatrain on the paper: Twenty years to distinguish between right and wrong, pomegranate blossoms shine in the palace. Three springs compete for the early spring scene, and the tigers meet each other and return to the big dream.

After writing it, I looked at the second one again, shook my head after reading it, but wrote a five-character quatrain: The sub-line is a mountain wolf, and the ambition is rampant. Golden boudoir willow, a load to sorghum.

Then there is the third person, the fourth person:

Only from the shrewdness and self-exaltation, born in the last days, the fortune is biased. Qingming sent to the riverside, thousands of miles of east wind and a dream.

The three spring scenes are not long, and the clothes are changed from the past. Poor embroidered Houmen girl, lying alone next to the ancient Buddha of the green light.

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The peach and plum spring breeze is finished, and in the end who is like a pot of orchid. Like ice and water, they are jealous of each other, and they joke with others in vain.

When Lao Dao finished writing the last poem, there was a sudden commotion outside. Then there was a sound of footsteps outside, and the maid came in and smiled: "Baoyu is here!" ”

Before the words were finished, a little Zhengtai had already entered, with a face like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, a color like a flower of spring dawn, temples like a knife, eyebrows like ink paintings, a face like peach petals, and eyes like autumn waves...... The most important thing is that although this person has a five-colored silk around his neck, he is tied with a piece of beautiful jade.

"This is the son of your mansion who was born of jade, right? What a good face! ”

As soon as these words came out, Shi Lao Taijun's face, which was originally slightly unhappy because of the vague and ominous poems written by Lao Dao, suddenly smiled. At this time, Baoyu asked the old lady for peace, and Mrs. Shi pointed to the old Tao and said to him: "This is Daoist Zhao of Shennong Cave in Longkong Mountain, why don't you hurry up and see the courtesy?" ”

After that, Fu asked Lao Dao again: "I don't know where Baoyu's face is good, please ask the Taoist chief for some advice." ”

Lao Dao made a joke, but said to the old lady: "Please forgive the poor Dao for being blunt, the face of this prince in your mansion is excellent, and the better thing is this piece of Tongling Jade, which must be a very popular minister, and the prince is expected to be in the future." There is only one obstacle, that is, this psychic treasure must be opened to the light, otherwise, the sky will not use it, but suffer from it! Although there is no obstacle now, if you can't open the light before the age of eighteen, you will have to disobey your mother and father in the future, and destroy your family. ”

Hearing this, the people in the hall were all discolored.

Before they could say anything, Lao Dao added: "Fortunately, this treasure jade is already psychic, and it is very easy to open the light, just invite a person with Taoism, do not stick to the monk's way, and do a dharma." I just don't know what your son caught Zhou in the past? If it is pen and ink, take 49 pieces of pen and ink used by Wenquxing; If it is a sword, take forty-nine swords that have seen blood...... Then choose a Taoist Buddhist temple, where the noble son fasts and bathes in the quiet room where these things are placed, and silently recites the Yellow Court or Buddhist scriptures; Outside, the person who has the Tao can do a ritual other than the water and land dojo, which can be done for 9981 days in a row. There is only one point, the noble son must not go out of the ashram during this period, and he must not meet with others. It is important to know that once this consecration fails, there is no second chance. ”

As soon as the clinker said this, the people in the room either changed color, or their faces became extremely strange, like Jia Yu and others, as if they were holding back a smile on their faces.

"This ...... The Taoist chief didn't know, "but Jia Zheng stubbornly spoke, "When this evil animal caught Zhou, he caught rouge gouache, how to behave, and I hope that the Taoist chief will advise." ”

"Rouge gouache?" Zhao Dagongzi twisted his three long beards, and said with a straight face: "This matter is easy to say, but difficult to say." In fact, as long as you select another forty-nine quiet rooms, please ask three or five female dependents of the same or junior in the house to bring them and your son's maids to make a total of forty-nine rooms, and also follow the example of your son. ”

After speaking, a smile full of philosophical meaning appeared on his face, and everyone in Jiafu didn't know why, and they all barely accompanied a smile.

Zhao Kun was thinking about the fact that the play was almost done, and as soon as his mind moved, Lao Dao's face immediately changed.

"It's not good, but the poor road is leaking too many heavenly opportunities today, so let's go!" Before the words fell, the person had already stood up, and with a flick of the sleeve of the robe, he floated outward, leaving a poem in front of everyone's eyes, and then drove away in the clouds.

"The sword and the red dust are already crazy, there is wine to step into the blue sky, the stars are teasing the sun and the moon, and the drunk is lying in the clouds and laughing in the world!"

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On the same day, the monk also arrived at Tongzhou Wharf, ready to get on the boat and go south to Jinling by water. The boatman looked at him as a fairy wind bone, not only did not charge him money, but arranged a top-notch single room for him. Coincidentally, living next door to him was a middle-aged man in his thirties.

When the old monk met the middle-aged man for the first time, he couldn't help but stop and take a closer look at his face.

The middle-aged man quickly frowned—the monk's expression was too focused to be felt—but the words in his mouth were still very polite: "I wonder what this master says?" ”

"Amitabha, your face is too distinctive, the first time the poor monk saw it, he was a little fascinated, please do a lot of Haihan."

"My face?" The middle-aged man's tone was questioning, and there was a hint of urgency.

"Well, noble people, and from the perspective of the face, there are many brothers in the family, and all of them are rich and prosperous...... This is the most special appearance that the poor monk has ever seen since he practiced! ”

God's most special look!

It's a long time to see!

Zhao Kun shouted in his heart: It's the first time I've seen the descendants of wild boar skin look so handsome, go to the pigtail of the money rat tail, a bald version of Wu Qilong! This can be compared to the orc shaman who looks about the same as Wu Yanzu.

However, he still maintains the image of a Taoist monk.

"Amitabha, I see that the layman has a great Buddha fate, I'm afraid that it is not the wealth and wealth cultivated by the good people of the tenth generation?"

The middle-aged man's brows furrowed, and he gave the servant next to him a look, and the man stepped forward and arched his hand: "Our lord invites you to have tea, please be sure to agree." ”

The old monk smiled solemnly: "Amitabha, meeting is fate, you might as well drink a cup of tea." ”

The slave thought that the world's masters were generally temperamental, and it was not easy to be invited, so he specially lowered his posture. I never thought that I would meet such an approachable person, and the first reaction in my mind was that this monk was a liar. But he immediately regretted his blasphemous thoughts, and slapped himself hard.

After the fight, he smiled at Zhao Kun's incarnation and his master: "The slave is confused, I actually thought that the master was a liar just now, so I slapped myself...... Master, your old man, please. ”

"It's okay, the four monks are empty." The old monk's face remained unchanged.

"Haven't consulted the Master yet?" The middle-aged man sat down opposite Zhao Kun and asked impatiently.

"The Dream of the Poor Monk."

"Oh, Master Dream Relic, I don't know where the master became a monk?"

"The poor monk is a disciple of Wutai Mountain, and he only traveled down the mountain ten years ago, waiting for fate."

The middle-aged man nodded, took a sip of tea, and said, "Master, can you tell me more about my face?" ”

"It's unspeakably expensive, if you weren't a member of the royal family, you would definitely seek to usurp the throne."

"......" The middle-aged man was quite calm, but his eyes were much darker, and the face of the servant serving beside him changed three times, and he was about to say something, when the middle-aged man glanced at his servants and ordered, "You go out and guard." ”

"Can the master be a little more detailed?"

The old monk smiled, dipped his hand in the tea and wrote four words on the table: Wang Shang Jiabai.

"That's what you're trying to do."

"Your adoptive mother died young, and you were not on good terms with your biological mother and brother. Your birth mother even asks you to secretly help you with your brother. ”

"Though you have many brothers, they all hate each other and put the rest to death."

"Ling Zun has passed the year of knowing the destiny of heaven, and his family has a great business, but he has not yet selected a suitable heir."

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"What I am trying to do, can I accomplish?" Because the monk's words were so accurate, the middle-aged people couldn't help but suspect that he was a liar - they knew his information in advance and took it to cover him - but there are some things that no one knows at all except the person concerned, and this kind of selfishness is not something that can be taken out?

"Master, I don't know if what I ask for will be able to accomplish?"

Zhao Kun nodded, and shook his head again, "Fight or not, fight or fight." ”

After a pause, he spoke again: "Okay, you and I are close to fate, if you have a fate in the future, you can go to the Tieji Temple in Beijing to meet the poor monks." ”

After that, the Buddha is full of light, and when it stops, people are gone.