The number of cultivators in the mortal world is very rare, and it is really a wonderful fate to be able to meet cultivators in Suzhou City.

It is impossible to buy and sell magic weapons, but Xiaoqing's eyes are almost glued to this person, so Dao Ran has no choice but to take her towards the fortune-telling stall.

After leaving the jewelry store and crossing the street, Daoran came to the fortune-telling stall.

At this time, a gray-haired old man was sitting in front of the Taoist priest, and said emotionally: "Dao Chief, it has really been done, the spirit talisman you gave me has really become it." My son, he's finally dead, thank you, thank you so much. ”

Daoran: ???

Is there some logic with this?

Even Xiaoqing, a monster who doesn't understand human feelings, asked strangely: "This person is dead, and his son is still thanking others?" ”

Daoran shook his head and said, "I don't know either." ”

Xiaoqing thought for a while, and then said excitedly: "I know, he's a monster, some monsters will eat their own children!" ”

Daoran: ......

Such an unreliable speculation, don't say it so loudly, okay?

Dao Ran's premonition was right, Xiaoqing's voice was too loud, and it was heard by the gray-haired old man, who turned his head angrily and scolded Xiaoqing: "You are a monster, your whole family is a monster!" ”

"Hey, how do you know ......" Xiaoqing was halfway through her words, and Daoran had to cover her mouth.

"Amitabha, this old man, she is not very sensible, don't worry about her." Daoran apologized.

The old man was originally very angry, but after seeing Daoran, he felt that this little monk looked very pleasing to the eye, so he didn't continue to worry about Xiaoqing, but explained: "Alas, it's normal for others to be puzzled by this matter, my son, in his thirties, is idle all day long, and he is addicted to gambling.

"He is about to lose all our family money, he can't get the money and he hurts me, and I have several broken bones in my body, and I can't survive. As a last resort, I could only ask the Xuanji Taoist to help me, she gave me a spiritual talisman, and after I posted it at home, within a few days my son was drunk and fell into the lake and drowned, and I was finally free. ”

This is a human tragedy.

Dao Ran looked at the old man carefully, there were bruises on his face that had not completely dissipated, his cheekbones had collapsed into small pieces, his whole face appeared asymmetrical, and bandages could still be seen in the exposed part of his arm, which was indeed beaten.

Looking at the old man's expression, I am afraid that he has completely despaired of that rotten gambler son, so he will make this decision.

But Dao Ran doesn't quite understand, even if the old man is abused by his son, he shouldn't ask for help at the fortune-telling stall, right?

"Old man, why didn't your son report to the official if he abused you so much?" Daoran asked.

Don't look at the demon road of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but filial piety is still very important, and the children who are not filial will report directly to the official, either playing the board or being imprisoned, and it is possible to directly stab the army and fill the army.

"I would like to, but if you have to hit the drums first, how can I bear it? I wanted to hand over the letter, but I couldn't read, so I asked someone else to help me write a copy, and the brute went to someone else's house to make trouble, and no one dared to help me. Thanks to the Mysterious Dao Master, without that spirit rune, I would have died a long time ago. ”

The old man cried as he spoke, and he didn't know whether he was heartbroken or crying with joy.

Dao Ran didn't have anything to say, so he read him a passage of the Diamond Sutra.

The old man seemed to feel much more relaxed when he heard this, and thanked Xuan Jizi and Dao Ran repeatedly.

When the old man left, Dao Ran looked at the fortune teller again.

The appearance is really ordinary, although it doesn't look like a liar, but it really doesn't feel like a fairy wind bone. The only thing that can be regarded as a characteristic is probably gender, which is a Kun Dao, that is, a female Taoist.

The monks and Taoists of the Zhou Dynasty were all prosperous, but women were still in the minority.

Daoran had never seen a nun, and the female Taoist priest had seen her for the first time.

Just as he was about to say hello to this mysterious Dao master, he heard Bai Yutang's voice coming from behind him.

"Master Daoran, Senior Sister Xiaoqing, why did you come here?" Bai Yutang asked.

Xiaoqing was a little curious, so the little monk took her to see the excitement. Daoran said with a smile.

Bai Yutang glanced at Xiaoqing and found that she was staring at the white banner with the words "Xuanji calculates the will of heaven and is difficult to disobey", so he persuaded Xiaoqing and said: "Senior sister, these fortune tellers are charlatans, don't be fooled." ”

Bai Yutang didn't know that Xiaoqing's eye was not fortune telling at all, but the white flag artifact itself.

Although the clothes that the person was wearing were also magic weapons, Master Dao Ran said that he couldn't take off his clothes casually, so he shouldn't be able to pick off other people's clothes casually, so he could only choose white flags.

As soon as Bai Yutang said this, Dao Ran knew that things had become troublesome.

Ordinary fortune tellers may be liars, but this is obviously a cultivator, and Bai Yutang offended people when he said this.

Sure enough, Xuan Jizi listened to it and said to Bai Yutang: "This young man, you haven't counted it, how do you know that Poor Dao is a liar?" ”

Bai Yutang said disdainfully: "I have seen a lot of the methods of you liars, if you say a few ambiguous words, you will reach out and ask for money, and if you ask a few more words, you will say that the secret of heaven cannot be revealed, and whether it is right or wrong, you will quibble with one mouth." If you can really tell fortunes, you still need to set up a stall here, and you can get rich by calculating it for yourself, am I not right? ”

The classic paradox arises - how can you tell fortunes and not count lottery numbers?

Sure enough, human wisdom is connected.

However, Xuan Jizi's answer was even more unique, only to hear her say: "How do you know that I am not a rich party, how do you know that I am not interested in telling fortunes?" ”

Bai Yutang was also shocked, he never expected this female Taoist priest to say this, and he really couldn't find a reason to refute it for a while.

In the end, Bai Yutang held back a sentence: "If there is a kind, you will calculate it for me." ”

Xuan Jizi sneered: "Don't count, just look at your face, Yintang is black, there will be a bloody disaster within two days, if there is no noble person to rescue, you will definitely die." ”

"You!"

Hearing this vicious curse, Bai Yutang almost turned his face, but he was still a very principled person, and for the sake of seeing that the other party was a woman, he put up with it for the time being.

As a bystander, Dao Ran thought a little more.

If Bai Yutang hadn't met him, he would have rashly participated in the battle for the Spirit Jade Pill, and it was really likely that he would die.

If this mysterious Taoist master really relied on the technique of face-to-face, then he really had some ability.

After Bai Yutang suppressed his anger, he quickly reacted and continued to say to Xuan Jizi: "You can see that I am from the rivers and lakes, and recently the people of the rivers and lakes have been fighting each other for the Lingyu Pill, and this bloody disaster can naturally be fulfilled." But this kind of rhetoric can be used to fool others, don't try to lie to me. Don't you know how to tell fortunes, do you dare to tell me where Ouyang Chun is? ”

Ouyang Chun is the key to the entire martial arts conference, and the Lingyu Pill is also in his hands. Now that all the martial arts people in Suzhou City want to find him, Bai Yutang doesn't believe that this female Taoist priest can really find him.

However, this time he was destined to miscalculate again.

Xuan Jizi said calmly: "There is no problem with figuring out where Ouyang Chun is, but can you afford to give the hexagram money?" ”

"How much do you want? Is this enough? Bai Yutang slapped a few gold leaves on the table, with an expression that the young master was not short of money.

The Xuanji Daoist shook his head and said, "Naturally, it is far from enough. ”

"And how much do you want?" Bai Yutang asked.

The Xuanji Taoist stretched out a finger and said, "One thousand taels, gold." ”