Outside Kunlun City.

Suddenly.

A strong wind blew, dark clouds pressing against the top, accompanied by thunder and lightning.

In an instant, strong winds and heavy rains fell from the sky, and the dark sky seemed to be about to collapse.

Before Zhang Yi and the others could enter Kunlun City, it started to rain heavily.

They ran all the way, looking for a place to shelter from the rain.

From a distance, they saw a dilapidated temple in front of them.

However, there are already people in the dilapidated temple.

They were all monks and an old lama with kind eyes.

"Stop! Who are you?"

Before Zhang Yi and the others could get closer, the two little monks blocked them into the ruined temple.

"Hey! Can't you hide in the rain?"

Nangong Jin cursed and was very unhappy.

The little monk blocked the entrance of the broken temple, stared at them with apology, saying, "Sorry, this is our first, you can find another place to shelter from the rain!"

"You..." Nangong Jin was about to get angry, but Zhang Yi was grabbed.

He smiled faintly and said, "Two little monks, there is no place to shelter from the rain within a few miles of this place. Please make it convenient!"

"You guys go somewhere else!"

The little monk refused to give in.

Zhang Yi's face darkened, and he felt extremely annoyed.

Don’t monks like to be helpful?

Why are these little monks like Mao so unpretentious?

Isn't it just to avoid rain?

At this time, the Sword Emperor quietly came to Zhang Yi and lowered his voice and said, "Master, the old lama inside is not simple, be careful!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Yi's heart suddenly sank.

The Sword Emperor said that the old lama was not simple, so it must be not simple.

"I don't believe it anymore. You two little donkeys can stop us?"

Nangong Jin drew his sword and came out, and he was going to move the strong.

The two little monks' expressions tightened, and murderous intent suddenly arose in their eyes.

What a strong murderous intent! Zhang Yi's brow moved and was surprised.

At the critical moment, the old lama sitting cross-legged in the ruined temple spoke: "Huikong, Huijian, let the three donors come in to shelter from the rain!"

"Yes, Master!"

The old lama spoke, but the two young monks dared not act rashly, so they all gave in.

Zhang Yi took Nangong Jin into the ruined temple.

He saluted the old lama: "Thank you, senior..." The old lama looked kind and looked at least in her eighties, but it gave people an unfathomable feeling.

This old lama is indeed not simple! Even he can't see through the old lama's true cultivation, which is enough to show that the old lama's cultivation is above him.

The old lama looked at Zhang Yi deeply and frowned and said, "May I ask the donor's surname?"

Zhang Yi was stunned at first, then smiled and said, "I'm the next one!"

"Submitted to Zhang?"

The old lama frowned and continued to ask, "How old is the donor today?"

Um?

Now Zhang Yi felt something was wrong.

Why is this old lama doing nothing to ask how old he is?

He was a little confused.

Before Zhang Yi could answer, Nangong Jin had already answered first: "Of course I'm a hundred years old. I said, "Are you sick, old lama?"

"Oh, Aunt Nangong, don't be unreasonable to seniors!"

Zhang Yi pulled the corner of Nangong Jin's clothes.

The old lama didn't care about Nangong Jin's words. He stared into Zhang Yi's eyes and said, "Donald Zhang, are you born on June 26?"

What?

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Yi's expression became a little uneasy.

Who is this old lama?

He could actually tell his birth date at a glance! The old lama knew Zhang Yi's mood at this moment very well. He smiled kindly and said, "I can feel that we were born on the same day of the same year, the same month, and the same day..." Nangong Jin was stunned when he heard this

, and then cursed: "Born on the same day of the same month in the same year?

Are you too shameless?

Are you Guigen this year?"

She felt that this old lama was just talking nonsense.

Zhang Yi is only twenty-six this year.

Does this old lama look like he is twenty-six years old?

The Sword Emperor raised his eyebrows lightly, but said nothing.

There was a little doubt between Zhang Yi's eyebrows, waiting for the old lama's following.

At this time, the young monk named Huikong spoke, "My master is two older than you, and is 146 years old. According to the Zhouyi algorithm, your horoscope and master are the same!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Yi and the others were all stunned.

Nangong Jin quickly came to her senses, and she smiled and said, "Even if you have the same horoscope, what about?"

The old lama looked at Zhang Yi, with a little solemn between his eyebrows, and said in a deep voice: "Master Zhang, God is destined to meet you and me here, which is also a kind of fate. I see that your Yin Tang is black, you have

The bloody disaster..." "Bah! You can't spit out ivory in your mouth, so you will have bloody disaster!"

Nangong Jin cursed: "I said you old bald donkey, why should you curse a brat if you have nothing to do? Are you intentional?"

"Everything I am true. As for whether you believe it or not, it is your own business!"

The old lama sighed slightly.

"I think you're just looking for trouble. Let me teach you a lesson!"

Nangong Jin rolled up his sleeves and wanted to teach the old lama a lesson.

Several young monks all walked forward and protected the old lama in the middle.

For a moment, whenever there was a disagreement, they drew their swords to meet.

At the critical moment, the Sword Emperor flashed forward and stopped Nangong Jin.

"You get out of here!"

Nangong Jin glared.

No matter who it was, she would not allow anyone to curse Zhang Yi! The Sword Emperor had no expression on his face, and he didn't speak without saying anything, standing there motionless.

Zhang Yi was helpless and had to stop Nangong Jin: "Aunt Nangong, please calm down first!"

"Boy, this old bald donkey is cursing you, how can you calm me down?"

Nangong Jin was so angry that his chest was fluctuating violently, and he looked very angry.

Zhang Yi smiled without saying a word. He suddenly looked at the old lama and smiled: "Senior, how did you see that I was suffering from blood?"

"It's not to be said or said!"

The old lama shook his head: "I have already revealed the secret of heaven. The next thing depends on your luck..." "This old bald donkey is so nagging, and it seems that he is talking nonsense!"

Nangong Jin glared.

Zhang Yi frowned. When he was about to ask, the Sword Emperor suddenly said, "Master, the rain has stopped outside..." Hearing this, Nangong Jin glanced outside and found that the rain outside had stopped.

"Boy, let's go, don't worry about this old bald donkey!"

Nangong Jin suggested.

If it weren't for Zhang Yi's obstruction, she would have the urge to teach the old lama a lesson.

Zhang Yi glanced at the old lama with his eyes slanted, and saw that the old lama had closed his eyes.

"Master, let's go!"
To be continued...