"Heh, you can't think too highly of yourself, don't you?"

The god stick held on to the black iron and knocked on Xia Xun's chest: "The copper plate on your body, all of which add up to only sixteen taels and seven dollars." That mountain of gold can only be exchanged for a few mountains of gold at most. And this dress was worn by the poor road to keep out the cold. Do you think that with these things, you can exchange your life for a fortune?"

"Uh..."

The words had clues, and Xia Xun was speechless for a while.

First, through the clothes, the god stick was able to accurately calculate the number of copper plates on Xia Xun's body. The second is that the god stick who seems to be greedy for money can even be regarded as a mountain of gold like dung. The third is that the god stick said that the green shirt on Xia Xun's body was once worn...

Three clues are worth pondering.

The third point, in particular, is even more worth pondering.

Because, the brocade green shirt that Xia Xun was wearing was brought over from Beimang by his grandfather at the behest of his grandfather a few days ago. Although it seems ordinary and ordinary, it is a treasure that all cultivators in the world dream of.

And now, the god stick says that this green shirt used to be his.

This is undoubtedly the magic stick telling Xia Xun once again that he is the Penglai immortal who has disappeared for twenty years-Tianji Bodhi...

"Don't lie to anyone. ”

Thinking of this, Xia Xun shook his head silently in his heart: "I'm sure you're not a heavenly machine." ”

"Are you really illiterate?"

"The words of the immortals are not so ugly. ”

"Have you ever seen the words written by the immortals?"

"Well, that's not the case..."

The god stick rolled his eyes, that one was really helpless.

He has said it so many times openly and secretly, why doesn't Xia Xun believe it? Come on, he probably doesn't want to waste any more time on this issue.

Immediately defeated, waved the flag.

"Well, talk more fearlessly, you can't help it if you don't believe me. All in all, the hexagram of the two of you is not this price. ”

"Dao Chief, you're not kind. ”

"Poor Dao has always been kind, don't slander me. ”

Xia Xun was puzzled: "Since Brother Hou's days are all at this price, why aren't the two of me?"

"Humph!"

The obscene little eyeballs swept away Xia Xun and Mo Xian, and said with disgust: "Outside the number of days, although it is not a number of days, it is still a number, but the poor road is a supreme heavenly person, as long as it is a number of poor roads, it can be counted." And the lives of the two of you, although they are within the number of days, but one person has two lives, one life hides mysteries, one life has long been extinct, and the other person has not even counted, how can you still charge the original price if you call the poor road?"

"Uh..."

The words are vulgar, hidden mysteries, and they are not known,

The colors of surprise were revealed one after another. It was Mo Xian who was surprised, and Xia Xun was surprised, and the different colors of the two of them had a wisp of self-evidentness, as if they had been pierced through their minds.

Although the god stick is rude, he does not explicitly say who these two propositions are. But in fact, there is no need for him to say it explicitly, Xia Xun knows who is who. Without him, people who don't even have a number of lives can only be Mo Xian. And the person left with a double life is Xia Xun himself. Because, there is a cover on him that has sealed him for more than ten years, and under the cover of the sky hides secrets that he never knows, never wants to know, no one knows, and everyone wants to know.

At this juncture, the magic stick can be said to be really a breakthrough.

The matter of ink leisure is by no means known to ordinary people. Even if it was a peony, Xia Xun didn't tell it. And Xia Xun's weakness is even more in this statement, even if he goes to Beijing this time, he is also for this. Even though he still didn't believe in it, and the key was caught, he had no choice but to soften.

"What does the Taoist want?"

Seeing that Xia Xun was soft, the god stick glanced at the old monk in the carriage, and said directly: "It's the same as that Sanzang child." Although you did not do it, it started because of you, and you must pay for it. When the common life is destroyed, you have to do one thing for the poor way. ”

"What do you want me to do?" Xia Xun asked carefully.

"Heaven must not be leaked, you will know then. ”

"Uh..."

Perhaps worried that Xia Xun would be worried about changing his hexagram, the god stick pretended to be mysteriously relieved, and then added: "Don't worry, the poor way is a supreme heavenly man, and he will never let you do anything that is harmful to heaven, and this matter is not something you can't do, and you can't shirk it." ”

"Isn't it unreasonable?"

"Absolutely. ”

The god stick replied in the affirmative, and Xia Xun weighed it carefully.

After thinking about it, he didn't find any potholes in his words, at least on this literal side, Xia Xun couldn't see that he was tired. He clenched his fist and cushioned: "If that's the case, the kid will definitely go all out." ”

"A word?"

"It's a deal. ”

Xia Xun responded, and the god stick turned sideways, and did not immediately open the divination hexagram as before, but raised the flag and pointed to the depths of the wilderness in the northeast, and said mysteriously: "Then you two will go along the poor road." ”

"Huh?"

No beginning, no tail, no foreshadowing.

Several people in the audience were stunned at the same time, Xia Xunmo and Xian both didn't understand the situation of the magic stick.

"Dao Chief, where are you taking us?"

"Go and take what you have been robbed of. The god replied.

"Looted things?"

The words of the god stick still have no head or tail.

The hexagram was not solved, so he hurriedly took people to find the things that turned into a catastrophe?

Where in the world is there such an arithmetic?

Xia Xun asked: "The Taoist chief doesn't understand the hexagram?"

The god stick waved his hand: "It's hard to solve, it's better not to understand." ”

"Can you say it explicitly?"

"Tsk!"

"It's almost dawn, why are you talking so much?"

As he spoke, the god looked up impatiently at the sky.

I saw that the bright moon, which was covered by dark clouds, had faintly leaked out of the west, and the dark world had also taken on some color. It was dim and dark, and it should be the hour of dawn.

After reading the sky, the god stick turned around, didn't talk nonsense, and said directly: "You two people have a life, one person has no life, the number of lives is bizarre, it is not as simple as being hidden, but the number of heavenly machines has been tampered with! The number of days has been tampered with retrograde, even if you can decorate the hexagram, it is a false hexagram, even if the gods can't solve it." Besides, the poor road has been... Already... Hey!" In the middle of his words, the god stick seemed to have something unspeakable, and stopped for a moment. When he started talking again a moment later, he had already changed the tone of his words bluntly: "All in all, the greedy wolf is moving north with the emperor star, breaking the army and killing seven and sinking, there will be a great catastrophe lurking in the two of you on this trip, if there is no noble person to guide you, you will definitely die!

"Uh..."

Xia Xun saw the different color of the magic stick, but he didn't understand what the color was. But he was at least sure that there must be something hidden in the heart of the god. Because, the previous words of the god stick have already appeared extremely serious contradictions. Since the number of fates is bizarre and cannot be solved, how can the divine stick know that Xia Xun and Mo Xian will have a catastrophe? Since there is no cause, how can it be fruitful? Such a contradictory and conflicting statement, it is really strange that the actuarial and overnight divine stick can be negligent.

"I'm not going to talk nonsense with you. ”

Seeing that Xia Xun was silent for a long time, the god stick seemed to have discovered a loophole in his previous words. But somehow, he didn't even mean to save the words, and his tone became even tougher.

"Let me ask you, will you go or not?"

The index finger touched the bridge of his nose, Xia Xun pondered for a moment, and said tentatively: "Dao Chief, you seem to be in a hurry, could it be that there is something unspeakable?"

"Humph!"

The god stick is indeed in a hurry, and everyone can see this. He flicked his sleeves and said more resolutely: "You don't care if I'm in a hurry or not, just tell me to go or not?"

“......”

Be resolute and do not hesitate.

Xia Xun didn't expect that the god stick didn't even give an explanation, and he made a mistake, directly forcing him to make a choice. Xia Xun also planned to follow the omission of the god stick to probe some more words. But the god stick is now saying this, but it makes him a little difficult to choose.

Thinking about the number of breaths, he asked, "Only take me and Mo Xian?"

"Yes. ”

"Brother Hou can't bring it either?"

"At this time, it has nothing to do with him, and it will only change in vain. ”

"Damn, what do you mean!"

"It's none of your business to go. ”

"Uh..."

There is no need to hesitate, and there is no doubt.

Xiahou, who had not made a sound for a long time, frowned when he heard the sound, everyone here knows that there is a problem. Without waiting for him to say anything more, Xia Xun took the first step to wave his hand at him, signaling him to calm down. Like Xia Hou, Xia Xun also became cautious, frowning heavily, staring at the obscene little eyes of the god stick.

The four eyes are facing each other again...

"Kid wants to ask one last question?"

The god stick said impatiently: "Say." ”

"Who the hell are you?"

“......”

The bright moon showed its teeth, and a soft light sprinkled lightly.

The wind is softening, the dark clouds are drifting, the grass is straightening, the crickets are chirping, and the candle shadows are swaying. The question that I had been entangled all night was once again asked by Xia Xun, and the question was asked formally, resolutely, and it seemed verbose, but it was not redundant.

Because, so far, no one has figured out who he really is...

The god stick shook his hand and raised the flag, brushed the dust with his hand, and turned to walk.

"One word counts as a heavenly opportunity, the South China Sea is really Bodhi. ”

"Heavenly Machine-Bodhi. ”

“......”