Wudang Mountain Gate.

Because the incense of Wudang Mountain is prosperous, there is an endless stream of pilgrims, and some villagers with flexible minds have begun to try to sell some incense table paper and other things here in exchange for some silver money.

At first, it was just a few bold villagers who secretly sold incense to pilgrims.

But later, slowly, the villagers found that the Taoist chief on Wudang Mountain, instead of driving them away, vacated a large open space under the mountain gate for them to do some small business.

In this way, the foot of Wudang Mountain gradually became lively.

But after all, this Wudang Mountain is the Taishan Beidou of the Great Qianjiang Lake, but fortunately, the mountain people also know some rough rules.

Outside the mountain gate, you can do some small business to subsidize your livelihood.

But inside the mountain gate, except for the incense of Zhenwu Shou's birthday, they have never stepped into half a step!

And at this moment, in a relatively remote corner of the mountain gate, there is an ordinary hexagram stall that can no longer be ordinary.

Wudang Mountain is a Taoist blessed land, and in the temple on the mountain, there are naturally Wudang immortals who have unsigned.

Pilgrims who really want to tell fortunes and unsign will naturally choose the old gods who unsign on the mountain.

Therefore, the worst business at the foot of this mountain may be this hexagram stall!

And at this moment, the god stick sitting behind the hexagram stall didn't seem to care if there was any business coming to the door, just holding a roll of bamboo slips with some thoughts on his own, and he was watching intently.

"Self-cultivation is doomed, and the sky is unpredictable?"

Just as the god stick was concentrating on the bamboo slips, a slightly puzzled voice came from overhead.

When the god stick raised his head, he saw two men and a woman standing in front of his hexagram booth.

The woman's face was covered with a light veil and her eyes were cold, while the other elderly man next to her was pale and beardless.

And the one who whispered his sign was the man between the two, who was young but had a rather dignified face.

It's no wonder that this hexagram stall is deserted and has no business, you look at what this signboard says.

Since I say that I am self-cultivating, it is unpredictable. Then you're still a six!

"Sir, may you ......?"

And this majestic-looking man seemed to be very interested in the magic stick, and opened his mouth to ask.

But he didn't want to, and before he could finish speaking, the god stick, who finally had business to come to the door, after glancing at him, got up directly and tore down the signboard, cleaned up the hexagram stall and prepared to leave.

"Wudang Mountain has its own immortals who sign and guide the way, and they are unwell today, so I'm sorry!"

After dividing the simple hexagram stall by dividing it by two, this magic stick immediately wanted to smear oil on the soles of his feet.

But just as he was about to leave, the woman with a cold look staggered and stopped in front of him.

"You ......"

The god's face turned pale.

"Since Mr. dares to open a hexagram at the foot of Wudang Mountain, why not give a sign for him?"

The young man squinted slightly, and although he was smiling and speaking, there was an unmistakable majesty in his tone.

"This ......"

The god stick had an ugly face, but he was blocked from getting out.

"It's also a whim in the next place, Mr. just say it directly!"

The young man raised his hand slightly, and the white-bearded old man behind him immediately stepped forward and took out an ingot of about ten taels of silver from his cuff.

The god stick that can't come to Mingzhi can only sit back in his place.

I took out the fortune tellers and pen, ink, paper, and inkstones again, and put them out exactly according to the position they had placed before.

Then he opened the signboard that looked confused, and then made a gesture of invitation to the young man who was forcibly trying to tell the fortune.

"I don't know the guest officer, do you want to test the word or face?" The god stick asked with a bitter face and a proper manner.

The young man stared at the god stick with his head bowed, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly and said, "Face!" ”

Maybe others didn't notice it, but he saw it clearly.

Except for a sharp glance at himself at first, the god stick didn't look at himself again.

"The guest officer's face is indescribably expensive!"

At the moment when the young man's words fell, the god stick who didn't even raise his head hurriedly sent it up.

But it is obvious that the boy in front of him, who seems to be full of support, does not intend to let himself go.

"Oh? Tell me about the unspeakably expensive life, how expensive is it? ”

Young people are not so easy to fool.

"What Childe asks is right in front of you!"

The god stick knows that he can't be fooled, but if he asks him to tell the fortune of the person in front of him, I'm afraid it will cause death!

"Oh?"

Hearing the obvious deceptive words of the god stick, the young man seemed to have a hint of joy between his eyebrows.

Then he asked, "Sir, can you tell me if you think about it?" ”

"Yes!"

The fortune teller is like a child who has done something wrong, and he doesn't dare to raise his head.

Hearing this man's words, although the joy on the young man's face increased, he was not yet carried away.

"Sir, don't deceive me, although it is a lie, but everything has a certain number after all, please make it clear to Mr."

"This ......"

The god stick knows that if he doesn't say one, two, or three today, he will definitely not be able to leave.

The next moment, the magic stick picked up the pen and ink in front of him, lowered his head and wrote a few words on the paper, and then took out a brocade bag and put it in.

"The guest officer's heavenly machine is all in this thing, if you can agree to take it after you get Wudang Mountain, you will give the bag to the guest officer!"

Hearing this, the young man turned his head to look at the two attendants behind him.

The woman and her attendant shook their heads at the same time.

They were so close that they couldn't see what this man had written.

"Good! I promise you, wait for Wudang Mountain, and then open the bag! ”

The young man nodded, agreeing to the Divine Stick's request.

And the god stick didn't drag the mud and water, and after the young man nodded in agreement, he directly handed over the bag.

"Sir, you're not afraid that I'll go back on my word?"

Looking at the quite refreshing magic stick, the young man was also stunned.

At this moment, the god stick raised his head, looked at the young man for the second time, and said with a smile: "You have no jokes......

The simple four words made the two servants behind the young man immediately change their expressions.

Because they understand.

The 'gentleman' that this god stick is talking about at this moment is not the gentleman's king, but the king's king!!

This seemingly unreliable magic stick is really an unborn master!

"Thank you, sir......"

The young man was about to clasp his fists and salute, but he didn't want to be stopped by the magic stick.

"I can't afford it!"

After the god stick finished speaking, he began to clean up the hexagram stall that had just been neatly arranged.

If she knew that she could encounter this today, she wouldn't have come out of the stall if she killed him.

Unfortunately, healers cannot heal themselves. Even if he has the ability to see all the heavenly opportunities, he can't calculate his own blessings and misfortunes!

However, it is obvious that the doom of this god stick today is far more than that!

Just as he was packing up and about to leave, a figure blocked his path again.

"Sir, slow down, since you have met, you don't care about one more hexagram, right?"

Zhao Yu stopped the magic stick, but his eyes fell on the bamboo slip that this guy was holding tightly in his left hand. 18132/10573343