Xu Xian's affairs are on the right track, in other words, there are no "accidents", and the only thing that can attract people's interest is the revenge of breaking the gong throat after being beaten that day.

Fortunately, there is another "fun", Sikong Zhan's inheritance memory does not have much about the feng shui pattern of fortune telling, and finally met an interesting fortune teller, if you don't have a good chat, wouldn't you be able to talk about it.

Convinced that the monk who ran could not run the temple, Sikong Zhan squatted in front of the Jinniu Temple on the second day.

Sure enough, the fortune teller came as promised.

Since ancient times, all guys who have a little bit of such and such real skills have more or less had such and such problems. Sikong Zhan encountered such a situation, the fortune teller looked like he loved to be unreasonable, and his speech was like squeezing toothpaste, and he couldn't hold back much after most of the day.

Sikong Zhan didn't care, and for half a decade, with his perseverance and never give up fighting spirit, he finally got some useful information from others, so that he had a general understanding of fortune telling and feng shui.

Mr. Hexagram teller is named Li Xuanji, who makes a living from hexagram telling, the main Liuren, according to his **, he is orthodox in the Liuren, called the big Liuren, and the other branches are only counted as side branches.

Sikong Zhan also learned that the word "counting" is comparable to martial arts and immortal dao, and it is almost the same as the memory in his previous life, the same complex and complex.

Liuren does not have a table, to the big one, there are similar plum blossoms, crape myrtle, Qimen, Taiyi and so on dozens of categories. What else is there to sit and sit and calculate,......

Like Li Xuanji, it is a clear-eyed calculation, and furthermore, the face and hand reading are measured by the eight characters, the golden operator knife mouth, the iron plate fairy, there can be no more, of course, the latter three categories have been mostly ruined by some charlatans.

Among these people, there are high and low abilities, and the small ones can be lucky and avoid evil, and there are many such people, and at present, I am afraid that Li Xuanji is among them.

The great hope of luck, the dawn of the sky, the change of luck and the change of life, as far as the Zhuge Prime Minister of Shu in the Three Kingdoms, changed his life against the sky, and the seven lights continued his life, if it was not destroyed by the general Wei Yan, the result might be ...... , close to the previous dynasty's numerology master Li Chunfeng Yuan Tiangang, and the current dynasty's generation of grandmaster Shao Kangjie.

is in his mind, Sikong Zhan involuntarily added a big bull in the back hand, Liu Bowen, the Duke of Wencheng in the Ming Dynasty, known as the five hundred years before and five hundred years after the five hundred years, wielding a sword to cut the dragon vein, laying down the Nine Dragons to win the championship ** to help Zhu Yuanzhang compete for the crown.

When the legend may become a reality, Sikong Zhan was speechless, Li Xuanji has appeared, will other powers be far away, it is a lie to say that he is not moved by such an ability, but after all, he knows proportion, innate skill is his foundation, and everything else is just a delusion to him.

When breaking through the shackles of heaven and earth, breaking the limit of longevity, and having a lot of time to squander, maybe just think about it, in the current situation, Sikong Zhan does not have the luxury qualifications.

Walking on the street, shouting and selling endlessly, how can there be the tense atmosphere of the past few days, Sikong Zhan is in a happy mood, and he can't help but think of the little tail behind him.

Xinlan said goodbye yesterday, as a senior, Sikong Zhan did not treat the little girl badly, and pointed out martial arts from time to time, but she did the duty that a senior did, not to mention making her martial arts jump to the next level, at least she has made great progress.

Peerless and first-class martial arts, the gap between the two is simply unreasonable, Xinlan can't learn to the top, and he has just started, some foundations, and it is not easy for Sikong Zhan, who has several peerless studies, to teach.

With this comparison, Sikong Zhan can better understand the charm of peerless learning, no wonder the people in the rivers and lakes have become extremely crazy for a book of nine yin scriptures, even the four uniques and the like are inevitably vulgar.

"Babble, get out of the way. ”

"It's not the crazy monk from Lingyin Temple. ”

"Tsk, this crazy monk is really strong, what are you doing with Veda Bodhisattva on your back?"

"Who knows, how can we guess what a madman can do. ”

"That's right. ”

......

"What's going on?"

There was a whispering sound behind him, occasionally mixed with ridicule and exclamation, Sikong Zhan Nahan, looking back, only to see a young monk with a stone statue of Wei Tuo on his back, walking without feeling tired.

The sharp-eyed Sikong Zhan even found that the monk didn't even sweat a drop, and his breathing was smooth, which was really amazing, with his eyes, it was not difficult for the monk to practice martial arts at all.

Hearing someone call out Li, Sikong Zhan pressed the surprise in his heart, it turned out to be this one, no wonder! It is not strange that anything strange happened to him.

The monk walked quickly, bowed his head slightly, hung a broken fan around his waist, swayed from side to side as he walked, pulling this pair of broken straw sandals, his clothes were tattered and unkempt, which was inferior to a beggar.

The monk quickly walked past Sikong Zhan, bringing a burst of "fragrant wind", which made Sikong Zhan hate to cover his nose, how far to roll, according to the intensity of the degree, he even speculated, at least a month, no, three months without taking a bath and washing his face.

After walking ten steps, the monk seemed to suddenly remember something, suddenly stopped, and then turned around and walked back, Sikong Zhanzheng was strange, only to see the monk take three steps and make two steps, and walked quickly to him.

Bang Dang!

Putting down Wei Tuo, the monk looked at Sikong Zhan for a while, and suddenly asked, "Daoist, are you okay?"

Sikong Zhan was stunned, I don't know if this monk is scolding himself, if it was another strange monk, he would have scolded back to the past, "You're okay", but this monk is not an ordinary monk, combined with the rumors he has heard these days, as well as the impressions in his memory, after a comprehensive analysis, he still knocked out the thoughts in his heart.

The living Buddha must not be looking for trouble, idle and boring to use himself for entertainment, maybe he wants to find himself for help, maybe he is not sure of his judgment, he said vaguely: "It's okay." ”

"That's good, the monk sees that you are introverted, your skills will not be weak, and you just happen to do something, and there are not enough people, so I will give you some merits, how about it?" The monk's eyesight is very poisonous, and he has the ability to be empty, so it is better to pull him into the gang.

Someone asked him to help, and that person was still a legend, so he didn't have to think about it, he was very happy to serve.

As for the meritorious things, people say that he has the right to believe in them, and the things that the living Buddha can encounter, at most, are to subdue demons and eliminate demons, etc., he thinks that his ability is not bad, and there are still means to save his life.

He almost suspected that people really wanted to do him a little favor, as for the big head, with other people's earth-shattering skills, what could they do and not be caught, dangerous, what was that.

There is no danger, you can still join in the fun for free, and the fool will not go, obviously, Sikong Zhan is a smart person.

"There is merit to do, and the Taoist priest is willing. Sikong Zhan nodded without hesitation.

After receiving Sikong Zhan's affirmative answer, the monk's divine gaze turned to Wei Tuo, his back to the stone statue, his hands behind his back, and with a strong lift, Wei Tuo was carried on his back again.

"Follow the monk. ”

To avoid being smoked, Sikong Zhan took a few steps before following behind the monk.

A mad monk was already lively enough, and then another Taoist priest was infected with madness, and the streets were full of people, anyway, there was everything.

How high the monk's realm is, how can he care, Sikong Zhan's realm is not high, but will he care.