Chapter Eighty-Three: The Mighty Turmoil 5

After Zhang Yuan drank a sip of clear spring water, he embarked on the road to Hongwu County. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

After a period of hurrying, Zhang Yuan finally came to Hongwu County, and finally entered Hongwu County after paying the entrance fee.

Zhang Yuan walked into the Hongwu county town and looked at the lively crowd and couldn't help nodding, although there are signs of turmoil today, but it is not something that can be manifested for a while, no matter what kind of chaos it is, it must take a bane to cause a catastrophe.

Every battle of the Imperial Revolution is both accidental and inevitable.

On the battlefield of the Battle of the Imperial Revolution, everyone has the opportunity to ascend to the supreme throne, but there are many secrets that no one knows.

The lively people are still repeating their lives of yesterday every day, repeating them endlessly, not feeling the arrival of turmoil at all, nor feeling the coming of death.

Zhang Yuan entered Hongwu City and found a high place, a five-story restaurant.

Zhang Yuan walked into this restaurant, and looked at the people who came and went in the restaurant, Gu was all dressed luxuriously, and at first glance he was either rich or noble.

Zhang Yuan quietly opened his eyes to look at the sky, and saw that the colorful mist was constantly shining brilliantly in this restaurant, and the white light and red light were constantly intertwined, forming a fairyland-like scene.

Zhang Yuan looked at the full hall of nobles, nodded involuntarily, and said in his heart: "Now my plan has been settled!"

That's right, Zhang Yuan's idea is to get his own chance and luck by telling fortunes to these nobles.

Strictly speaking, fortune-telling can be learned as long as it is a mage, but the mages who have learned these fortune-telling methods do not dare to tell fortunes for mortals.

Because these mages who know some fortune-telling methods don't know how to judge how much luck a person has.

After all, fortune telling is all about predicting the future, so as to get a general direction, so that you don't miss the opportunity.

However, these mages cannot be fortune tellers in vain, they also have a plan, and they are plotting the power of luck gathered in these rich and noble people.

Getting paid through fortune-telling is nothing else, it's money, and it doesn't take much, just a few taels of silver.

As far as the Heavenly Dao is concerned, you have already leaked the Heavenly Secrets, and you belong to the nominal guy in the Heavenly Dao.

You tell fortunes for others, others get chances, and you get luck, which is a fair transaction in itself, as for the transaction of money, it is a medium for transforming luck, just collect a few taels, and if you collect more, you will invite disaster for yourself.

It's not a good thing to look at this way, but at the end of the day, these mages can't see through the luck of others at all.

For example, if a murderer is about to be caught, and if you don't catch him, then you will be unlucky, because you will have to bear a part of the sins he has caused.

In this way, not only did he not get benefits, but he also put his luck into it.

So this is how these mages know how to tell fortunes, and they won't easily tell fortunes for others, after all, cultivation is for immortality, not for being a scapegoat for others.

The difference between the two is that one relies purely on luck, does a good job, prospers in luck, and does a bad job, and is unlucky.

One is well-versed in inside information and knows what to do and what not to do.

Zhang Yuan kept observing the target, looking for his prey, but when he inadvertently glanced outside, he was immediately frightened.

I saw that the periphery of the original colorful luck was shrouded in a huge black and red cloud, which completely surrounded the entire Hongwu County, and the depths of this huge black and red mist revealed a momentum that exterminated all life in heaven and earth.

And this black-red fog is still spreading farther away, gradually enveloping the sky over the entire Hongwu County, turning this land into a Jedi that can only enter but not exit.

Everyone in Hongwu County was marked by this mist, and an unknown breath was constantly interfering with the thinking of these people, preventing them from getting out of the scope of Hongwu County.

In Zhang Yuan's eyes, Hongwu County, which was originally peaceful, has now suddenly turned into a situation where it is about to fall into hell.

Zhang Yuan hurriedly closed his eyes to observe the sky, and stood at the door of the restaurant in a cold sweat, trembling slightly, as if he had some kind of strange disease.

Zhang Yuan has only one thought now, that is, to escape quickly, to escape from this Hongwu County that is about to turn into hell, and to escape from this Hongwu County that is about to die.

But he knew that when he saw that scene with his own eyes of heaven seeing, he would no longer be able to escape this death cage that was about to be covered with blood.

If Zhang Yuan hadn't seen this scene, then he might have walked out of this place, but when he saw this scene, then he couldn't get out of this scene.

The fortune teller itself is an existence that obtains information from the underworld of heaven, and the fortune teller receives the information and completes the task to obtain the reward of luck.

It's just that wild fortune tellers are always trapped, so they don't have to worry about these things, after all, they can't know what's going on.

But the mages who have obtained the Eye of Heaven Observation must take care of this matter, usually they can easily get luck, but when they encounter this kind of trouble, they must not stand idly by.

Otherwise, you will lose the qualification to live forever after becoming an immortal.

Only after 500 years, the fire of the soul burned out and died.

"Guest, Guest, What's wrong with you, do you need a little help from you?"

When the shopkeeper of this restaurant saw a young Taoist priest in a daze at the door of his restaurant, he couldn't help but sarcastically say in his heart: "I haven't seen the dirt buns on the market!

The shopkeeper has a proud thought, but everyone who comes is a guest, since he has come to the restaurant, he is his own customer, and he can't be lazy, this is the teaching of his own boss, he must not listen!

Therefore, the shopkeeper walked forward and asked respectfully at Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan was still having a headache about what happened just now, but suddenly heard a voice ringing in his ears, and he couldn't help but feel irritable.

However, his good heart made him instantly eliminate his irritable mentality.

Said to the shopkeeper: "Give me a table of good dishes!"