"I wonder what the donor wants?"

Hearing the old monk's words, the middle-aged man smiled lightly, took a sip of tea, and said pointedly:

"If you want to calculate it next, you can put it aside first, I don't know what the master wants to calculate?"

Hearing this unexpected answer, the old monk smiled, this answer is quite interesting.

"The old monk has long seen that the blessing behind the donor has almost condensed into auspicious clouds, and it is indeed a person with deep blessings, and today the old monk will count a hexagram for you."

The middle-aged man was very interested in what the old monk said, and asked curiously:

"The master will be able to be called a person who can be counted by himself as a person with deep fortune?"

"That's natural, the old monk's computing power is rarely won in the world."

The middle-aged man frowned, nodded, and replied:

"I see......"

The old monk stroked his palms and smiled, shook his head and said:

"The donor did not understand, what the old monk said, not boasting, but the truth, for the vast majority of people in time, knowing the fate itself is a blessing, and the old monk is one of the people in the world who can help them get close to their fate, the old monk tells fortunes, all by mood, so it can be said that the people who are counted by the old monk are people with deep fortune!"

The old monk really didn't boast about this, although he had this self-confidence.

For him, the person who can be counted by him is really blessed, you know, many people who are higher than him come to him for fortune telling, he didn't agree, and even the request of the same door, he also came according to his mood.

From this point of view, the person who can be counted by him is really the only one at that time, and the fortune is profound.

The middle-aged man shook his head, and instead of continuing the topic, he asked:

"Then may I ask the master, what is fate?"

The old monk frowned, pondered for a while, and replied:

"I can't explain it to you, because you can't understand it, in fact, I only understand part of it, and I'm only one of the best arithmeticians in the world, and I can only tell you a few things-"

The middle-aged man leaned forward and listened carefully to what he said.

"Destiny is real!"

"Fate is absolutely right!"

"Fate can be changed!"

"These three points are recognized by all the people in the world who have entered the house together, and they are known as the three laws of fate!"

"It's real...... Absolutely...... You can change ......" The middle-aged man silently recited the so-called three laws, and was a little silent for a while.

The old monk didn't care much, and said with a smile:

"These things are extremely difficult to understand, why don't you count the old monk for the donor first?"

Naturally, middle-aged men will not refuse.

The old monk took his hand, just a moment, as if he had seen a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, his eyes froze, and he glanced at the middle-aged man in a slightly surprised way.

This man has a dignified appearance, a gentle personality, and a smile on his face, and he really can't see the scene just now.

The old monk said pointedly:

"I can't see it, the donor looks like Sven, I didn't expect it to be so murderous!"

The middle-aged man didn't seem to care about the question in the old monk's words, but just praised from the bottom of his heart:

"The master is really a miracle, and he can actually calculate this step without the eight characters of his birthday, and he is worthy of being the only arithmetic master in the world."

"As for what the Master has just said," he paused, then continued, "and how does the Master know whether it is a curse or a blessing?" ”

The old monk was silent for a moment, and then said no more as if he had acquiesced.

In fact, he was not persuaded by the middle-aged man, but just now he suddenly thought of his own sect and the entire immortal cultivation world.

Even those who are on the right path, who does not have the blood of innocents on their hands?

Perhaps, only a sect that completely ignores the outside world like the Falling Sword Sect can be regarded as a blessing for the common people.

The old monk sighed, did not continue the topic, but took the middle-aged man's hand, looked at him carefully, and said with some interest:

"Let's talk about what you want to be......"

Although the middle-aged man had a little regret, he was also content, thought about it, and said:

"I'm looking for someone."

"And people?"

"I don't know."

"I don't know?"

"Hmm...... It should be a woman, she may not be very old, forget it, this one is not a ......"

The old monk glanced at him helplessly:

"Donor, don't you have any information, forget it, the old monk will calculate it for you, but the information given by the donor is too little, if the cause and effect between you are not big, it will not be anything."

"It's okay, I'm just looking for this person on a whim, and it's okay if I can't count it."

"It's just cause and ......effect," he thought for a moment and said with a smile, "I have a hunch that the cause and effect between me and that person should not be small." ”

The old monk didn't continue to speak, just took his hand to look at his face, then let go, closed his eyes, and kept pinching his hands.

The middle-aged man wasn't in a hurry, just smiled and watched him cast spells and calculate.

It was only gradually, the old monk slowly frowned, and finally opened his eyes in astonishment.

"It seems that I have no cause or effect with that man......" the middle-aged man said with a little disappointment.

But I saw that the old monk shook his head, and then he took out a string of prayer beads and continued to cast spells.

If you know, you will know that the old monk is really moving this time, and even the natal magic weapon has been invited.

It's just that the more he calculated, the more his brows wrinkled, and finally he put down his rosary and opened his eyes in surprise.

"Guardian of the Spiritual Realm? Born at this time? Could it be the sect's side? No, no, it's obviously not qualified over there, that is? ”

Then, the middle-aged man noticed that the old monk was looking at him with an expression of looking at a fairy.

This was something he hadn't expected at all, and he asked with a little curiosity:

"Did the master count anything?"

"I've got my fate!"

Middle-aged man: "??? ”

"What's wrong with this?"

The old monk took a deep breath, and then emphasized with a serious face:

"I'm not counting whose fate it is, it's fate itself! There is an infinite number of changes, there is absolutely right, and what I calculated is wrong! ”

"Doesn't this mean that fate is absolutely right?"

"No, there is a situation where fate can go wrong, and you don't understand these things now," he thought for a moment, and then emphasized, "You must remember that you may encounter an extremely terrifying existence in the future, and you must be cautious, cautious and cautious." ”

The middle-aged man saw that the old monk, who had always been a little cynical, actually showed such a serious expression, nodded very seriously, and agreed to the old monk's request.

The old monk was still a little absent-minded, and the middle-aged man's mind was in a hurry, and he was not in a hurry, so he drank tea while waiting for the old monk to come back to his senses.

Finally, the old monk seemed to have made up his mind, grabbed the wine glass on the side, drank it all, burped, and then slowly recovered the look of the world when he started the game.

"I'm sorry, the old monk just made the donor laugh!"

The middle-aged man smiled to indicate that it was okay, and then asked:

"Then master, since the hexagram is finished, then I will retire first."

At this time, the old monk stretched out his hand to stop him, and then shouted to the side:

"Xiao Er, the dish on the table just now, give me the same one in the last one!"

Then he looked at the middle-aged man with a smile: "The donor won't be short of this money, right?" ”

The man laughed and said, "Since you promised to invite the master, it must be enough!" “

"Good, donor! In this case, the donor gave me two tables of dishes, and I will count it for the donor again! “

"Oh? Didn't the master just count it? “

But seeing the old monk shook his head, he said with a smile:

"You don't understand this, although the old monk can't count that person for you, he can still count others."

The middle-aged man didn't understand what he meant, so he waited for him to continue the operation.

The old monk picked up the rosary on the table again, wiped the vegetable oil on it, and then held it in his hand and recited the words.

After a while, the old monk opened his eyes again, with a confident smile on his face.

"Although the old monk can't count that person, he can calculate His Majesty's auspicious time!"

The middle-aged man automatically ignored the title of the old monk and asked curiously:

"So what is the result of your calculations, master?"

The old monk dipped his hand in the wine in the bowl and wrote down the time on the table.

"This is the auspicious time for Your Majesty!"

The middle-aged man glanced at the date, and then was erased by the old monk, and he asked with some curiosity:

"Then may I ask the master, what do I need to do that day?"

The old monk shook his head and said with a smile:

"The so-called auspicious time is naturally auspicious, you can do whatever you want on that day, the auspicious time is the auspicious time, and it will not change."

The middle-aged man nodded thoughtfully, and then saw that the old monk didn't mean to say anything else, so he was ready to get up and leave.

"Master, you eat slowly, if it's not enough, I'll order another table, if it's enough, I'll retire first."

"Let's go, let's go, I don't bother your grand cause with a bald donkey."

The middle-aged man smiled, then got up and left the Drunken Immortal Tower.

……

After he left the Drunken Immortal Building, he wandered around the street for a while.

Suddenly, a man with a slight resemblance to his eyebrows tapped him on the shoulder.

"Your Majesty, don't you want to run!"

The middle-aged man turned his head, looked at the visitor with a smile, and said:

"Don't worry, I promised you, besides, what I want to do has not been successful, so naturally I will not run around, but you, did you catch that thief?"

"That kind of thief thing, don't spare Your Majesty to worry, I will send my men to find it."

"Hahaha, I just didn't find it, I didn't expect you to have a time when you were deflated!"

The visitor looked at him with complicated eyes, and said in a very small voice:

"If you do go, I might be a little happier."

The middle-aged man naturally heard his whisper, but he didn't say anything, but the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"Somebody's going to do it......" After a long time, he said this and stopped continuing.

The visitor didn't continue, but followed him back.

……

The famous Chunxiang Building in Huangzhou City.

A handsome young master with red lips and white teeth, full of alcohol, was supported by two beauties, and walked out of Chunxiang Building with a sway.

The young master held a beautiful woman in one hand, and saw a burst of jealousy from the pedestrians around him.

"Young Master Zhou, come and play often in the future!"

A beautiful woman beside him said delicately in his arms.

Young Master Jun is as good as a stream, and he is full of promises, and he doesn't forget to rub a handful of oil on the beauty's buttocks.

Encountering this kind of generous and handsome young master, the girls in Chunxianglou were very happy, and the two of them were holding each other, followed by a large number of votes waving goodbye.

"Young Master Zhou, remember to come to see the slave family often!"

"Young Master Zhou, the slave family has been waiting for you!"

The young master surnamed Zhou looked at the beauty behind him in a daze, patted his chest and promised:

"One, definitely! Everyone, sister, sister must wait for my brother and me, hehehe......"

In the worried eyes of the good sisters, Young Master Zhou swayed away.

It's just that what these good sisters don't know is that when their Young Master Zhou walked to the next street entrance, the smell of alcohol on his body had already dissipated, and he was walking through a block and entering an alley, and when he came out again, there was no Young Master Zhou!

……

In the inn room, Zhou Xiaoxiao wrapped herself in a quilt, and wailed while rolling:

"Ahh