However, he said that Yu Jingzhi had never been to Cuiyun Mountain, and only knew that it was located on Penglai Immortal Island, so he was ready to find a town nearby to inquire about others.

Fifty miles south of Cuiyun Mountain, there is a prosperous town, which is called Linxian Town by the locals because of its proximity to Xianshan. In order to avoid being too conspicuous, ten miles outside the town, Yu Jingzhi no longer flew with his sword and entered the city on foot.

Although Linxian Town is small, it is extremely prosperous, there are a variety of roadside stalls, if you ask people for directions, the restaurant is full of people every day, and it is the most suitable, and along the way, Yu Jingzhi is also a little hungry, he must be used to bringing enough silver taels when he goes out from a small brocade and jade food, touched the money bag on his waist, and estimated that it is not a problem to have a good meal and a tooth sacrifice, seeing that a restaurant not far away is large-scale, Yu Jingzhi put the sword on his back and strode away.

At that time, there were many people who cultivated the truth, and in addition to the four major sects, there were many small sects and small sects, and there were countless of them, so that the residents of the town had long been surprised by the monks. Approaching the restaurant, looking inside, I saw a sea of diners in the store, staggering to push the cup and change the lamp, and the shopkeeper was very busy. Yu Jingzhi expected that there would be no vacancy in the store, so he dispelled the idea of going in, glanced to the side, and saw a fortune teller with his hands on his sleeves, staring at him intently.

This person is wearing a shabby Taoist robe, with a long beard and a chest, a big waist and a round waist, about forty or fifty years old, and a wine bag pinned to his waist. Seeing that he had been staring at him, the so-called impermanence must have a demon, Yu Jingzhi asked straight to the point: "This old gentleman, you and I have never met, why have you been staring at the kid?"

The old man took off the wine bag and poured it violently, coughed for a while, and burped: "Please forgive me for this son, the old Tao is indeed the same as the son, but he has been telling fortunes for thirty years, and it is rare to meet a person with a strange fate, I can't help but look at it twice, and I hope that the son will not be surprised." ”

"Strange life?" Yu Jingzhi said silently in his heart, he had admired these old Huang skills since he was a child, and thought that there was nothing to do here, so it was better to take a hexagram, take out a broken silver from the money bag, and put it on the case in front of the fortune teller, "What is a person with a strange life, I hope that the old man will give you some advice." ”

Lao Dao stretched out his hand, and the broken silver was put into his sleeve, and he stretched out his hand and pointed to the seat in front of him: "Childe, please sit down, listen to me slowly." Let's not talk about how peculiar the life of the son is, Rong Poor Dao first calculates the experience of the childe, if the luck is accurate, the son naturally believes that the poor road is not the one who sells his tongue. ”

Yu Jingzhi bowed slightly, sat down, and beckoned to the owner of the Linjia steamed bun shop, asking him to send a few thin-skinned meat buns, bite the bottom half, and said vaguely: "Old man, please speak." ”

"If the poor road is good, I'm afraid that my son has just experienced a catastrophe, and his parents are no longer alive, right?"

Yu Jingzhi's heart was shocked, if the other party was not a person who was familiar with him, then he really had great magical powers, put away his contempt for a while, put down the bun in his hand, sat upright, nodded, and motioned for the other party to continue.

"Carrying a sword, steady steps, and a long qi, the son must be a person who cultivates the truth. Appearing here, not just passing by, want to go to the restaurant, should be to find out the news, not to find someone or to ask for directions, if you are looking for someone, the restaurant is full of people, it is inevitable to leak the news, but the son is unable to move forward, so it is to ask for directions. This town is close to Cuiyun Mountain, and the son is still young, so he should have never been to Cuiyun Mountain, so he asked about the road to Immortal Mountain. If an idle person visits Cuiyun Mountain, he will definitely not be alone, so the son's master is famous, neither a monk nor a woman, and the son's mentorship will also be revealed, and the son must be a master of the Sword God Valley. ”

Yu Jingzhi was shocked when he heard this! He couldn't speak for a while, and Lao Dao was not in a hurry to speak, so he lifted the wine bag and poured himself a drink.

After about a cup of tea, Yu Jingzhi stood up and bent down and said, "The old gentleman is really a god, and what he said is exactly right, I don't know the name of the gentleman?"

"The old Taoist surname is Lu, and the common name is not enough to worry about. The old Taoist priest waved his hand, unwilling to reveal his identity more, "Since the son believes it, let's continue to talk about this fate." Ordinary people don't talk about ordinary life, and most of the rich and noble people are the four pillars of the same life, and under the whole world, there are four kinds of life grid are extremely rare, there is no one in ten thousand, respectively, the heavenly stem is smooth food grid, the earth branch arch kills the grid, the two dry are not miscellaneous and a gas generation grid, these four types of people, usually have adventures, the dragon and phoenix in the people, according to legend, the ancestor of the immortal fan of your sect is the person who kills the earth branch arch, and although these four types are rare, they have also appeared in history, but the life of the son, with all due respect, has never been seen, and the four grids are like and are not like, so there is a peculiar saying. ”

"Daoist Lu, I don't know how the kid's life is auspicious?"

"Poor Dao does not dare to say that the son is auspicious, looking at the face of the son, he should be a person of great luck, but the fate of the son is just the opposite. Childe only needs to remember two things, Your Excellency's five elements are prosperous, and you will avoid water when encountered, and you will be full of blessings, even if you are in the realm of all evils, you must be able to turn evil into good fortune in the end. ”

After hearing this, Yu Jingzhi frowned slightly, "Even Lu Daochang can't see through the fate, and the younger generation doesn't have to speculate, just want to borrow the good words of the seniors to turn evil into good fortune." ”

The two chatted again, and learned that Lu Daochang was not a local, and traveled to Linxian Town ten days ago, and in his own words, he had come here to wait for the three destined people, and as for who it was, the secret of heaven could not be revealed. Yu Jingzhi remembered that he still had important things to do, so he asked the former the direction of Qingcuiyun Mountain, clasped his hands into fists and said in a deep voice: "The green mountains do not change, the green water flows for a long time, I have to see my predecessors today, and we have a good conversation, I hope he will meet again in the future, and then talk to his predecessors." ”

"It's easy to say, you and I are destined to meet again. Lu Daoren also waved his hand and signaled goodbye, Yu Jingzhi raised his sword, rose from the ground, and flew towards Cuiyun Mountain.

Seeing Yu Jingzhi go away, a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi walked out of the depths of the alley, looking like a Confucian student, and said respectfully to the Taoist surnamed Lu: "Sect Master, the villain has something unclear, how can this son be virtuous, how can it be worth your time to wait here for ten days, just to see each other?"

Lu Daoren looked at the middle-aged Confucian student: "This Yu Jingzhi is the son of the deceased, when I was in trouble, his parents gave me a meal, and now the deceased has become a deceased person, why can't I see their son? The middle-aged Confucian didn't say anything more after listening, and stood quietly aside.