"Woohoo!"

Beggar's tattered linen sleeves were grabbed by the old man, and the entire cuff was ripped off. Turning back with a wry smile, Don't beg at the hunchbacked old man and asked, "What are you doing with me? You are an old man, you were beaten to death in public, this kind of thing, I can't see it, that's all. ”

The hunchbacked old man coughed a few times and threw away Beggar's cuffs. He walked up to Beqi tremblingly, lowered his voice and sighed: "Young man, well, these days, there are fewer old guys like me who can have pity. Tsk, you've been out of luck lately!"

Raising his eyebrows, Bei Qi looked at his broken arm, and said indifferently: "Of course your luck is not good, if you are lucky, you can be cut off a hand?"

Stretching out his hand and taking Beggar's palm, the old man pulled him towards a rocky field in the grass by the roadside. He whispered, "Come on, come with me." Alas, young man, be bolder, are you still afraid of what I, an old fellow who has only one breath left, will do to you?"

Bebeg's eyes rolled a few times, and the old man pulled him towards the rocky field outside the room. Far away, there are dozens of natural rock pillars that are seven or eight feet high, and hundreds of rocks of various sizes are spread on the grass, forming a barrier like the foundation of a house. A few prairie dogs were standing on a large rock in a daze, staring directly at Beg and the hunchbacked old man.

The panting hunchbacked old man dragged Beg to the rocky field, avoiding the pedestrians on the avenue who were shouting and discussing the scene of Bebeg saving people under the whip. Skirting a few large rocks, the hunchbacked old man pulled Beg to sit down on a meadow several feet in radius.

Leaning on the ground with a hunched back, the old man was finally able to cast his gaze on Beggar's face. With a low laugh, the hunchbacked old man shook his head and said, "Your eyebrows are black, the black qi is rising in the back of your head, your luck has been very bad recently." What's the point of having a broken arm, you're almost dead, aren't you?

Don't beg to be awe-inspiring, he stared deeply at the old man's white, black and gray eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Old man, what you want to say, just say it! It can be seen that you are not an ordinary person, if you have anything to say to me, just say it clearly." ”

"Oops!" the hunchbacked old man rubbed his palms, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "A young man who speaks so directly is not cute at all!"

With a sigh, the old man shook his head and said, "However, I still have a little respect for the elderly, and I am still a very good young man! Unlike those bastards now, they all forget their ancestors and do not respect the old man, alas, what is the matter?"

Don't beg the old man to be silent. The old man shook his head, he grabbed the bamboo basket behind him, rummaged through the worthless herbs for a while, and took out a flat bone plate more than a foot long, three inches wide, and pale gold. This bone plate is as smooth as a mirror, and the bones of the golden sè are naturally inlaid with complex lines, and the light purple sè lines are inlaid with speckled silver sè spots, and Beg suddenly feels that the lines on this bone plate are very familiar.

Glancing at the old man in surprise, Beg looked up at the sky. The sun was shining, and the stars were not yet visible, but Beg could be sure that the lines on the bone plate were part of the star map in the night sky. The old man's palm shook, and the lines on the bone plate twisted and changed with the change of light and shadow, as if hundreds of stars were really moving on the bone plate following some kind of trajectory.

"This is ......" Beqi's mind suddenly flashed, this seemed to be the skeleton of some kind of natural strange beast 'Woe and Fortune Beast'?

This strange beast is only slightly mentioned in the Stolen Scripture, because there is nothing on the Misfortune Beast that the inheritor of the Stolen Blessing Sutra thinks is useful, so the description of the Misfortune Beast in the Stolen Fortune Sutra is very simple.

The old man bared his teeth and smiled, he gently stroked the bone plate, and said softly: "Young man, you saved the old man today, so the old man will use this bone plate that has been treasured for half a lifetime to predict your future good fortune and evil." If it's a bad omen, you find a place to hide. If it's good luck......"

The old man groaned for a while, and Bei Qi asked rhetorically, "If it's good luck, what about it?"

Grinning, the old man shook his head again and again and said, "Look at your unfortunate energy that is rushing straight to your head, how can it be a good omen?"

Beqi was almost fainted by the old man's words, he glared at the old man fiercely, and said in a deep voice: "Then, please give the old man a try!" No one likes to be told that they must be unlucky, and Beqi is naturally not happy to hear such unfortunate words.

The old man grinned with bared teeth, and he stroked the bone plate, chanting the incantation in a strange voice. The surrounding light suddenly dimmed, and a cold air was born on the ground, and the hot rì head in the air also lost its power, and the cold air drilled into Beqi's body along the pores. This viscous and substantial cool air made Beg Qi Ling shiver, and he hurriedly transported his true qi to resist the invasion of the cold qi.

A low ghostly whistle came from the depths of the earth, and a small gray-and-white whirlwind with a ghostly aura came out of the soil under the old man's feet, and fluttered out in all directions. The green and tender grass on the grass suddenly withered, as if all their vitality and the water in their bodies had been drained in an instant.

The ghost howling made the innate primordial infant in Beqi's body start to be restless, but fortunately, there was also the Forbidden Law Divine Flame to help him stabilize his mind. His eyes swept around, and a faint purple and blue light faintly shuffled out of his pupils, and the ghost howls and cold air no longer dared to approach his body.

The old man looked up at Bei Qi in surprise, and said with a smile: "Young man, there are some good things with you, not bad!"

Don't beg without saying a word, he sat cross-legged, his hands formed a unique ice lotus seal in the Xuanyīn Water Sutra Note on the dantian, the cold air continued to pour out of his body, the cold stabilized his mind, the cold made the cold air around him 'click' to freeze, a large piece of ice crystals fell from the top of the head, and soon the grass around the two of them turned into a white mist, as if the middle of winter suddenly came.

The strange spell sound gradually sounded, the old man's hand pointed to the ground in front of him, and in the 'squeak' ghost cry, seven little ghosts with a pitch-black body and a height of only about a foot came out of the ground with long tails. They chirped and screamed, and threw the few white miserable bones they were dragging on the ground indiscriminately. These bones are strangely shaped, densely covered with sharp spikes, and are clearly not owned by humans.

The old man stretched out his hand and piled up these bones into a pile, and a few white sè whirlwinds rolled over, just swirling around the bone pile, the gray sè flames suddenly rose, these bones were burning, the gray sè flames gathered into a square round of fire, and a white sè smoke rushed straight up more than ten zhang high, and was blown by the wind before turning into a large white smoke and drifting away.

The bone plate of the Woe Beast was thrown into the gray flames, and the old man recited a few incantations in a low voice, and suddenly raised his head and said to Beggar: "A drop of blood, quickly drip down!"

Beg was silent, he looked at the old man silently.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses and laughed, he shook his head and sighed: "If the old man wants to be unfavorable to you, no matter how high your cultivation is, you can't escape!"

With a flip and a finger to the ground beside him, the withered and dead green grass suddenly sprouted and grew again. The old man chuckled lightly, flicked his fingers, and the ordinary fine grass suddenly changed into a cabbage all over the ground! It was fresh, crisp and tender, and it grew extremely strong, and a bag of Chinese cabbage could weigh at least a dozen catties.

Bebeg's muscles twitched, and his scalp tingled.

The immortals can only use the most superficial rules of heaven and earth, and use the power of the rules to destroy, so the battle between the immortals is often lightning and thunder, and the sky is full of treasure light, and it looks like the light and shadow effect is extremely pleasing to the eye.

The golden immortals were able to twist the rules in a small area, and what they understood was no longer the rules themselves, but some kind of derivation and change of the rules. They can turn stones into gold, turn water into oil, and even flower trees in iron trees, etc., these methods are unique to the golden immortals.

But like the old man, turning fine grass into cabbage, and completely transforming one creature into another, only the legendary Taiyi Golden Immortal, who can destroy, destroy, and change the rules, has the strength to do it. It seems easy to turn fine grass into Chinese cabbage, but in fact, the difficulty is 10,000 times more difficult than turning 10,000 stones into gold.

Don't beg silently slashed his palm on his severed arm, the flesh cracked, and a large piece of blood spurted out, spilling on the bone plate that had been burned hot by the gray flames. As soon as the blood was sprayed, the bone plate made a loud noise, and countless silver spots on it flickered rapidly, and more than a dozen intertwined cracks suddenly opened on the bone plate.

"Tsk, do you think that human blood is river water, don't you need money?" The hunchbacked old man glared at Beg fiercely, and muttered in a low voice: "I said that it only takes a drop, and it makes blood mushy, is it beautiful?"

Seeing that the bone plate was cracked, the seven-headed black sè imp who had just sent the white sè bones as firewood jumped up to the old man, and opened his mouth to gnaw the old man's fingers. The old man grabbed the sickle and slashed them one by one, slashing them so swiftly that they almost didn't cut off their bodies. The seven imps screamed in fright, and the 'swoop' turned into a cloud of smoke and dispersed.

The old man scolded in a low voice: "A group of greedy little things, do some little things for the old man and still want benefits? The old man is only one step away from death, if you suck some blood and leave, won't the old man have to die a few days early?"

Shaking his head, the old man grabbed the bone plate and carefully examined the cracks on it.

After carefully studying it for a quarter of an hour, the old man's face changed slightly, and he looked at Beqi and sighed: "Omen of great evil, sure enough, you are very unlucky, if you go further, you will be killed." But the old man told the truth, there is a great opportunity hidden in this great evil, and if you can break through, it is the grass snake that turns into a heavenly dragon, which is a chance to ascend to the sky in one step. I don't believe you'll be able to get through!"

Beg squinted his eyes and was silent for a long time, he looked at the hundreds of pockets of cabbage crowded together around him, and Shi Shiran stood up.

He bowed deeply to the hunchbacked old man, and said in a deep voice: "Since you have the opportunity, you must go down!"

Humming a mountain song tune, Beg turned around and turned into a breeze and headed straight to the north.

The old man was stunned, shook his head, and scolded in a low voice: "Kill yourself." It's a waste of the bone plate of the Fortune Beast!"

A soft laugh suddenly came from a big cabbage: "But, it's a kind child, isn't it?"

The hunchbacked old man was silent in thought, and it took a long time for him to turn into a stream of wind and drift away.

"People are always changing, especially those who ...... Hmph!"