"Little Master, can you be accommodating, we want to ask Master Huiqing for help, and we came here to find him this time."

"Donor, please forgive me." The little mage smiled and refused. In fact, let alone Master Huiqing, even if it is Master Guangqing, it is not that you can see it when you see it.

Every day, too many people come to see Master Guangqing.

Old Madam Han held the birthday eight characters in her hand, and glanced at Old Madam Qin, quite disappointed.

"Then little master, when will Master Huiqing be able to get out, we will come to him next time."

"We don't know about this, maybe tomorrow, maybe next year."

The implication is that there is no certainty.

The two old men shook their heads, glanced at the birth date in their hands, and had to return disappointed.

The little mage bowed and said goodbye.

After the two old men walked away, the little mage was about to go back, but he saw an extra piece of paper on the clean bluestone slab not far away.

The little mage walked over, ready to pick it up and throw it in the trash.

It's just that when he took it to the palm of his hand to look at it, it was the birth date eight characters in the hands of the two old men just now.

Looking at the back of the old man who had disappeared in the distance, the little mage didn't chase after him, wondering if he would hand over this birthday to Master Huiqing to see.

After all, accidentally falling behind the eight characters of the birthday can be regarded as a kind of fate.

"Meditation, what are you looking at?"

A voice came over, interrupting the little mage's distraction.

This little mage named Jingxin, holding the eight characters in his hand, turned around, and when he saw the person coming, he bowed down respectfully.

"Master Guangqing."

"What were you looking at just now?" Guangqing came out of the room and asked with a smile.

"Oh, it was the two elderly donors who came to ask Huiqing to preside over the calculation of the birthday, and accidentally dropped this paper." Meditate, hands passed.

Guangqing was not interested, but when he saw him handed it over, he just glanced at it casually.

It seemed that something terrible had appeared, and Guangqing's eyes immediately froze in place.

Then he took the note.

This birthday, a man and a woman, seems to be very similar to the couple he saw a few days ago

"Meditation, isn't the benefactor of this birthday very old?"

"Well, it's big, it looks like it's supposed to be eighty years old, and it's two female donors." Jing Xin replied honestly, "Master Guangqing, is there any problem?" ”

Guangqing immediately thought of the two old ladies who were about eighty years old at that birthday banquet, probably the two of them.

These eight characters

They must have come to the presiding mage to count the eight characters.

No, this must not be seen by Huiqing.

"It's okay, meditate, if they come over again in the future, you can just refuse them, everything is about fate, isn't it?"

"Huh? Oh, okay, Master Guangqing. Then this eight characters, "Do you want to show Master Huiqing?" He thinks that the fate of these eight characters and Yunling Temple is not bad!

Guangqing pinched it in the palm of his hand and waved his hand: "Huiqing is in the process of Qing cultivation, there is nothing important, let's not disturb him." ”

"Yes"

As soon as the voice of meditation fell, a very ethereal voice came.

"What's not bothering me?"

With this voice, Guangqing and Jingxin looked in the direction behind them, and saw Huiqing, who was wearing a loose robe, walking towards them in the breeze.

"Senior Brother Presiding, are you out?"

Guangqing said in surprise, and then wrapped up the note and pinched it in the palm of his hand.