Bu Qingyun on the side was wide-eyed, his face full of disbelief.

From the moment the little Taoist priest of Fuyun shook the dice cup just now, his ears were constantly beating.

This is the very clever 'listening to dice' among the thousand techniques.

If you want to practice this technique, you must have extraordinary talent.

And Bu Qingyun's 'listening to dice' is one of the best.

At a glance, he could see that the little Taoist priest of Fuyun was touching the dice cup for the first time, but he actually learned Elder Guo Huai Guo's stunt well.

Although he can't "Indefinite Turmoil", he can use his true qi to urge the dice to achieve the effect of "Indefinite Turmoil".

The dice cup is upside down, and it looks like the dice have landed.

In fact, the dice are spinning rapidly in the void.

At this time, Monk Xinguang couldn't help frowning: What's going on?

He is the only successor of the "Dharma One Palm Sutra", and he has always been a last resort.

But at this time, the left hand pinched and calculated, but he couldn't count the numbers.

But it was the corner of Monk Yehui's mouth that bent, and he secretly said: "Master, the dice inside are still turning." ”

If it is said that there is an interpreter mirror from the dust, the Xinguang monk has "Dharma One Palm Sutra".

But the two of them can't match the karye hui monk who has 'Tianyantong' in the dice.

There was a golden glint in his eyes, and he could see the dice in the dice cup clearly.

Monk Xinguang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard this.

No wonder I can't count it accurately, it turns out that this dice is not a fixed number.

What a cunning little Taoist.

If there is really a teacher, there must be a disciple.

After a little contemplation, the monk touched his bald head with his big hand, and suddenly slapped the table.

Syllable!

There was a crunch.

I saw that the little Taoist priest on the opposite side had a stiff face, and his brows furrowed slightly the next moment.

His gaze passed through the forehead and the big monk opposite, and secretly shouted in his heart: This is a master.

Just now, the Xinguang monk seemed to pat the table at random, but it destroyed the balance of the dice rotation.

The dice fell all at once.

The variable just now has become a definite number.

At the same time, the fingers of the left hand in the sleeve of the Xinguang monk must have obviously had a result.

"Three, five, six."

After speaking, the corners of his mouth grinned, and he looked at each other with a smile.

The little Taoist priest of Fuyun was stared at by him.

Knowing that this time he was a chess mistake, he didn't delay, and directly flipped the dice, and there were three dice of "three, five, and six" at the bottom.

"Ouch~"

"This great monk is a god~"

"Even the number of points is the same!"

"Originally, I only thought that this Floating Cloud Dao Chief would definitely win, but I didn't expect to be taken the lead by this monk."

"This monk, a scholar, how can he have such gambling skills, can't he often play two in the mountains?"

“……”

But it was the corner of the little Taoist priest's mouth that twitched: "Admit the gamble and lose~"

"Xiaodao lost the first game~"

"Now, it's your turn to shake the dice, Xiaodao to guess."

After speaking, he handed the dice cup to the monk Xinguang.

The monk took it with both hands and smiled, and there were no fancy movements.

Looking at the three dice on the table, 'three, five, six', directly invert the dice cup and cover it directly on the three dice.

"Amitabha."

"Captain, please guess."

This action stunned everyone around.

That's it?

Don't you need to shake the dice?

Not to mention Lichen and Ye Hui behind him, even Bu Qingyun, who is known as the God of Gambling in the Southern Wilderness, didn't understand it.

When the dice cup goes down, it's 'three-five-six'.

There was no shaking in the middle, and the result must have been 'three-five-six'.

"I'm afraid this monk is stupid."

"That's it, if you don't shake the dice, how can the points change."

"Clearly admit defeat~"

When everyone was in the clouds, the little Taoist priest on the opposite side was full of shock.

I saw his eyes stare at him, and his pupils began to shake up and down.

Before I knew it, sweat was already running down the messy hair on my forehead.

His heart was in a mess, and he couldn't help but scratch his hair with both hands.

At this time, his face was no longer the same as before.

What's going on?

This monk, what kind of dumb riddle did a soldier fight?

It wasn't until the time of half a cup of tea passed that the little Taoist priest of Fuyun sighed and put down his hand.

"Xiaodao lost."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar.

When the people heard this, they couldn't believe their ears.

None of them moved, and the dice cup was covered.

The other was so anxious that he grabbed his hair and couldn't guess the number of points on the surface.

This......

A burning stick was put into the pot - by accident.

"The stone is yours."

The little Taoist priest of Fuyun was about to leave after speaking.

But behind him, the Xinguang monk announced a Buddha name.

"Amitabha."

"Who are you?"

The little Taoist priest of Fuyun was originally walking fast, but when he suddenly heard the name 'fine dust', he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Huh~"

"How do you know my master?"

The little Taoist priest turned around and looked at the Xinguang monk with surprised eyes.

The surrounding people were also taken aback, but they didn't expect this monk and Taoist priest to know him.

Bu Qingyun saw that the Buddha relics already had a home, so he immediately invited a few people to come to Qinghong Villa and set up a banquet to entertain them.

And in the backyard of Qinghong Villa.

The little Taoist priest of Fuyun suddenly realized: "It turns out that the old monk is the big monk in the old man's mouth!" ”

The monk Xinguang once said that if the whole world talks about divination, there are not many people who can beat themselves.

The Dust Leader was one of them.

When they were in Moon Shadow City, when they were hiding from the shadow guards, the small Taoist temple where they were hiding was the place where the Dust Dao Master practiced.

And the Dust Daoist also happened to mention the Xinguang Monk to his apprentice.

Therefore, the little Taoist priest of Fuyun immediately guessed the identity of the Xinguang monk.

"Amitabha."

"Poor monk ~ Xinguang."

Seeing that the Xinguang monk folded his hands and saluted, the little Taoist priest naturally did not dare to straighten up, and bowed his head deeply to the Xinguang monk respectfully.

"Xiaodao Fuyun, I have seen the master."

Monk Xinguang just smiled, and hurriedly helped the little Taoist priest of Fuyun up.

In fact, the two of them don't know gambling at all.

The reason why you can count the dice accurately every time is because of the divination technique inherited by your own family.

The Xinguang monk practiced the "Dharma One Palm Sutra" of Landa Temple.

And what the little Taoist priest of Fuyun cultivates is the inheritance of Kunlun Mountain's "Returning to Tibet".

"Bodhidharma One Palm Sutra" is left by Bodhidharma.

And the origin of "Returning to Tibet" is even greater.

"Returning to Tibet", together with "Lianshan" and "Zhou Yi", is collectively known as the Book of Changes.

It is the most amazing divination technique of Taoism.

It's just that this technique creates ghosts and gods, and it is difficult for the world to merge, so it is divided and hidden.

"Zhou Yi" was hidden in the imperial court of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the first Zhou Tianzi even deduced a "Son of Heaven Wangqi Technique" from it.

It's a royal secret.

The fragment of "Lianshan" was obtained by the "Four Friends of Lianshan".

Previously, when he was on the Miluo River, he caught a red pig in Lichen, so he won a copy.

It's just that I've been hiding in the greedy toad rosary and haven't attained enlightenment.

What people didn't expect was that the most mysterious "Returning to Tibet" chapter of the Three Classics was actually in the hands of Kunlun Mountain.

The Xinguang monk and the little Taoist priest of Fuyun seem to be comparing gambling skills.

In fact, it's a divination technique!

(End of chapter)