Datang, Zhenguan thirteen years. {with}{dream} щ{suimеng][lā}

Since the Qin King Li Shimin ascended the throne for thirteen years, the Tang State has become more and more prosperous, pacifying civil strife and attaching importance to people's livelihood, not to mention the Turkic Empire in the north, the khans have been captured and danced on the streets of Chang'an to entertain the army and the people.

The entire Tang Dynasty is the number one power in the Southern Zhanbu Continent, the people not only fill their bellies, but also their mental state has changed, becoming extremely confident, and proud of being a Tang person, and as the founder of these achievements, His Royal Highness the King of Qin is even more embraced as the Khan of the Heavens, and no one cares about the coup d'état he launched when all countries come to the dynasty.

According to legend, behind the Shengming monarch, there is a master to instruct, this master lives in the top of Ximen Street, opens a fortune-telling shop, a day a hexagram, only a fateful person, the original day Khan was the master of a hexagram, only succeeded in ascending the throne and called the emperor.

This legend has been widely spread in the streets and alleys of Chang'an, because there is really a Zhitian Pavilion on Ximen Street, which is a fortune-telling shop, but this shop has not been open for more than ten years, but there are many dignitaries and nobles who go to kneel and ask for a hexagram on weekdays, but none of them can enter this door.

Including today's national teacher Yuan Tiangang, who is like a living immortal, he asked to see him several times, but no one paid attention to him, and it is even said that whenever His Majesty has a major event, he will secretly come to this Zhitian Pavilion at midnight and ask the master.

This legend is said to be eyebrow-raising, almost as if it is true, but the readers all scoff at this legend and joke about it, who is the saint today, a generation of Tianjiao saints, how can they not be overstated, how can they sneak to a fortune-telling shop? They must be the people of the countryside, and those dignitaries and dignitaries are also blindfolded.

Even some bold scholars once sneaked into this shop to see, there was nothing at all, only an empty wooden table, which made those scholars even more convinced that it was all fake.

However, only a few people know that this is true, but those who know will never dare to spread it indiscriminately.

The legend of the fortune teller shop on Ximen Street is fake, but it does not mean that there is no real master, in the past ten years, in the suburbs of Chang'an City, in the temple called Jinshan Temple, a great monk with the name Xuanzang, speaking of the scriptures and preaching the mysteries, beyond the soul, comparable to the reincarnation of the gods and Buddhas.

But he is magical, not as magical as the new fortune-telling stall on Ximen Street, the fortune-telling Taoist claimed to be the uncle of the national teacher Yuan Tiangang Yuan Shoucheng, set up a stall on the street of Ximen Street, only three trigrams a day, extremely accurate, never missed, the people of Chang'an City are regarded as a living immortal, every day to line up to tell the hexagram.

On this day, early in the morning, a brightly dressed white-clothed scholar appeared on Ximen Street, and hurriedly ran towards Yuan Shoucheng's fortune-telling stall, but he passed by a shop called Zhitianguan, which suddenly opened the door, and a clear voice came from inside:

"My son sees that Your Excellency is extraordinary, with the posture of a dragon and a phoenix, but Your Excellency wants to calculate a hexagram, why don't you come to my restaurant to calculate?"

The white-clothed Xiushi stopped when he heard this, looked up at the Zhitian Pavilion, and saw a handsome boy sitting there, looking at him with a smile.

"Where did you come from, a charlatan, relying on a few beautiful words, you want to deceive me, I don't have time to deal with you!" The white-clothed showman frowned, dropped a sentence, and hurriedly walked inside, he was anxious to go to Yuan Shoucheng to settle accounts, where is there kung fu to entangle with a magic stick here.

That's right, Mo Chen has become a god stick in his eyes, that is, he is well-dressed and wants to cheat him out of money, after all, Mo Chen is in his eyes, but he can't see a trace of cultivation, and he is no different from an ordinary person.

Watching the white-clothed Xiushi transformed into the Dragon King of the Jinghe River leave, Mo Chen couldn't help but shake his head, this old Dragon King was really in a hurry to die, and there was nothing he could do to save it.

Since Li Shimin, the king of Qin, calculated the change of Xuanwumen and ascended the throne as emperor that day, Li Shimin was very respectful to him, and he came to see him whenever there was a major event, that is, to defeat the Turkic Empire, and it was Mo Chen who calculated for him in advance that he would win this battle, so he dared to go to war.

However, these things have been worn out, and his reputation as a god has quickly spread among the high-level leaders of the Tang Dynasty, and they have come to disturb him, and where would he look at these ordinary people in his eyes, if he didn't win the trust of Li Shimin, he wouldn't even know how to tell Li Shimin, after all, no matter how much the Holy Son of Heaven is, once it arrives in a hundred years, it is just a piece of loess.

So he has been closed for more than ten years, meditating and practicing, waiting for the appearance of the Jinghe Dragon King who opened the giant curtain of Journey to the West.

Of course, the main thing is that Mo Chen is not bent on saving, otherwise he will not hide his cultivation, the Dragon King of Jinghe is Ao Lie's uncle, so Ao Lie didn't give him a good face, he is still a rival in love, how can he rescue the relatives of the rival in love?

It's just to see that this old dragon king died innocently, so he just gave him a chance, it doesn't matter if he doesn't cherish Mo Chen, but what surprised Mo Chen was that Yuan Shoucheng turned out to be the water star king in the sky, could it be that the Jade Emperor deliberately wanted to kill this old dragon king, otherwise why did he send this water department to come down?

Mo Chen didn't know about the entanglement between the little white dragon and this Shui De Xingjun Aizi, otherwise he wouldn't guess that it was the Jade Emperor.

As soon as the old dragon king left, Mo Chen casually closed the shop of Zhitian Pavilion, if he didn't close the door and see someone inside, he didn't know how many dignitaries and nobles would come to see him.

As soon as his body moved, the whole person suddenly disappeared from this shop, and arrived at the place where Shui De Xingjun's fortune teller stall was set up.

Although Shui De Xingjun has an average appearance, he has followed the Jade Emperor for a long time, and he is often rewarded with treasures, not to mention, he is also a high-ranking and powerful person, and he has a lot of cultivation resources.

Although the cultivation of the Dragon King of the Jing River is not weak, he is a great master in the middle stage of the Heavenly Immortals, comparable to the existence of a great demon king, but in front of the Shui De Xingjun, it is still not enough.

This water department god has noticed the breath of the Jinghe Dragon King in the morning, he is not in a hurry to deal with the mortal in front of him, but he is snickering in his heart, sure enough, the water tribe that has been catching him all day, this old dragon king can't sit still.

The Dragon King of Jinghe didn't know that he was being calculated by Shui De Xingjun, and he was still thinking about how to make it difficult for the fortune teller, with his cultivation, Shui De Zhenjun intended to deceive, but he couldn't see through it at all.

I saw that the white-clothed showman went up and grabbed a person who was telling fortunes, and sat down. And the people saw that he was brightly dressed, not like ordinary people, and thought that he was an official eunuch, so they didn't dare to make a sound.

Hooked!

Shui Dexingjun's heart moved, and he said: "I don't know if Mr. is here, what do you have to calculate?"