The man in the snow-green brocade robe was Emperor Qingming, and he picked up his wine glass.

Wu Jian, who was beside him, got up and walked to the shopkeeper, took out a gold ingot and put it in his hand, "Our master has covered this inn, except for Wu Banxian, everyone else should leave."

The shopkeeper took the heavy gold, his face bloomed with joy, and he quickly emptied the inn.

Seeing that the other party seemed to be not small, everyone didn't dare to talk more, so they all withdrew.

And the shopkeeper and the guys in the store were also cleaned up and sent to the backyard, and there was no one else in the entire inn.

Emperor Qingming got up and paced to sit down opposite Wu Banxian, he was tall, even if he could hide his might, he was still full of oppression.

He looked at Wu Banxian with deep eyes, his gaze was like substance, and it was extremely sharp.

Wu Banxian was eating mutton noodles with a sigh, just like there was no one on the other side, and he didn't seem to feel the oppression above his head at all.

Wu Jian frowned when he looked at it, and stepped forward to scold, but was stopped by Emperor Qingming's eyes.

Wu Banxian calmly finished eating the noodles, raised his sleeve and wiped his mouth, and then raised his eyes to look at Emperor Qingming, "Divination, or live in the hotel?"

Emperor Qingming's voice was quite deep, "You are a half-immortal, what do you think?"

Wu Banxian stretched out his hand, "This half-immortal divination, first collect the hexagram gold."

Emperor Qingming took a piece of silver from Wu Jian's hand and put it on the table, "Say it."

Wu Banxian accepted the silver, didn't even scatter the copper coins, and said with a smile, "You are here for divination, and you don't live in the store."

Emperor Qingming said lightly, "Then what if I stay?"

Wu Banxian smiled and said, "If you can stay in this shop for a night, this half-immortal will go back to the mountains to continue cultivating skills."

Emperor Qingming was noncommittal, stared at him and said, "You are confident."

Wu Banxian poured a bowl of tea and drank it, "This kind of hexagram mostly relies on observing words and feelings, and many ordinary Taoist priests can understand it. Your Excellency's table was full of good wine and food, but Your Excellency did not move a mouthful, not a drop of wine, even if the wine glass was served, it was only smelled. Your Excellency is so cautious, how can you stay overnight in this inn. If this half-immortal doesn't even have this ability, I'm afraid he will be beaten to death by the master and his old man before he goes down the mountain."

This person's honesty and observation surprised Emperor Qingming a little, and he asked, "Who are you teaching from?"

"No comment."

Emperor Qingming's eyes were slightly cold, "What if someone takes it and puts it on your neck?"

Wu Banxian glanced at the tall entourage of those people, and sighed sadly, "No wonder Master and his old man said that it is unknown whether I can go back alive after going down the mountain this time. I've only been dividing a few times, and several people already want my life. I can't say if you want my life, if I do, the divination hexagram will not work, and more than 20 years of cultivation will be in vain, I might as well die."

Emperor Qingming frowned slightly, and intuitively felt that this Wu Banxian was really slippery, if he really forced him to say the name of his master, even if he made it up, he refused to do any more divination. Then he really shot himself in the foot.

He took another piece of silver from Wu Jian's hand and put it on the table, "You come to divinate again, what is my birthday?"

Wu Banxian pushed the silver and shook his head, "I can't think of this kind of hexagram the most, I know when I die, how can I live this day?" I can't do such a thing as revealing the heavens and breaking the heavens."

Emperor Qingming said, "I don't ask you to say your specific age, you just count, can I live a long life?"

The end of an emperor's birthday is naturally the end of his throne, if his life is over, those brothers and grandchildren around him can be regarded as peace. Or, incompetent.

Wu Banxian then accepted the silver, sprinkled the copper plate on the table, and glanced at it quite casually. Suddenly, his gaze flickered, and the man jumped to his feet.

He made a long gesture and said, "The poor man does not know the true body of the nobleman, and he is offended, so please forgive the nobleman!"

Emperor Qingming was more convinced of his ability, "Those who don't know are not guilty, let's talk about hexagrams."

Wu Banxian didn't dare to sit down, stood there and said, "Your noble life is naturally extremely precious between heaven and earth, and you have the blessing of heaven and longevity."

Emperor Qingming's heartstrings, which had been tense for several years, were loosened. He doesn't

is afraid that others will covet his position, because since he sat on this son, he has been making all preparations to prevent problems before they happen.

But after a long time, I was a little tired. There is such a divine calculation of the Taoist priest's relief, even if he does not believe it all, it is enough for him to take a breath and rest.

He could not deny that if this Taoist priest said that his life was short, he would definitely decisively kill the crown prince and the king of Jin, and he didn't have to worry about what the world said.

Emperor Qingming's eyes shrank suddenly.

Hu Banxian paused on the copper coin on the table, and quickly accepted the copper coin, holding the dust and lowering his eyes.

His flash of hesitation did not escape the eyes of Emperor Qingming.

Emperor Qingming squinted at him, "What else?"

Wu Banxian laughed dryly, "It's gone."

Emperor Qingming rubbed his jade wrench finger and said lightly, "If you don't say it, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to say it in the future."

Wu Banxian squeezed a wry smile on his face when he heard this, "If Poor Dao says it, I'm afraid I won't be able to live."

Emperor Qingming's eyes were cold, staring at him, mighty.

A quarter of an hour later, Wu Banxian was already drenched in cold sweat, and he finally couldn't hold it anymore, and said, "Although the noble man has a long life, he has aroused the anger of the heavens and the resentment of the people, and the later generations have commented that it is quite poor, and he was exhumed and his bones were scattered."

"Presumptuous!"

A shrill voice sounded, Wu Jian stepped forward and kicked Wu Banxian to his knees.

"If you talk nonsense about the afterlife, who will come to you to check! said that I will be a monk in my next life, is it possible that I will have to settle accounts with you in my next life!"

Wu Jian said angrily, and generally kicked Wu Banxian's feet as if he didn't understand his hatred.

Wu Banxian got up, patting the dust on his body while snorting, "We cultivators are good at fist and foot kung fu. But I don't care about you, there are so many of you, I can't beat you."

Emperor Qingming raised half of his hand and slowly squeezed his fist and retracted it.

He pressed down with a faint murderous aura, and said lightly, "Heaven is angry and people are resentful. Tell me why you are angry."

Wu Banxian said, "That's another hexagram. It's not that much."

Emperor Qingming motioned to Wu Jian to give him the silver, "Then you will make another divination."

Wu Banxian didn't take the money, retreated, hid behind a wooden pillar in the lobby, exposed a head, and said stiffly, "Today's trigrams are full. Your Excellency, please be early tomorrow."

Emperor Qingming's patience ran out, and there was a faint anger on his face.

Wu Jian grabbed Wu Banxian's arm and pulled it out, "It's your blessing that the master came to you for divination, what happened when you left it halfway?" Don't be ignorant and kill yourself!"

Wu Banxian hugged the pillar and shouted in disgust, "Don't pull and pull you eunuch! According to the rules given by the ancestors, this kind of leaking the secret of heaven can only be trigrammed three times a day, and if you are too poor, you will be punished by heaven!"

Emperor Qingming got up and walked out, "Take him into the palace!"