Priest

Author: Chi Longying

Priest

Xiao Luo looked back and looked at Little Fatty curiously.

The dumb uncle next to him tensed up, like a leopard in danger.

The young man in Taoist robes took the boy off the donkey and asked in confusion: "Fei Xuan, what are you doing?"

The boy Fei Xuan walked up to Xiao Luo, walked around him in a circle, and with his fingers like the wind, made several deduced movements.

He murmured to himself: "Strange, your fate is so strange..."

"Fei Xuan, what happened?"

The young man in Taoist robes was shocked when he saw Uncle Mute's expression and hurriedly pulled away from Fei Xuan.

He apologized to Xiao Luo and the two of them again: "I'm sorry, my young nephew has a childish heart and disturbed you on your way."

Xiao Luo smiled and said: "Zi Wei looks at the Qi, and the Dao eye looks for the dragon. If you are not in a hurry, why not let the little heavenly master calculate a hexagram for me."

"You know us?"

"Looking at what you are wearing, you should be from Qingcheng Mountain."

"Exactly, my Excellency, Li Fanxi, this is my nephew Fei Xuan."

After hearing Qingcheng Mountain, Uncle Ya relaxed and his originally wary eyes became much softer.

Qingcheng Mountain is a famous river for cultivating Taoism and has never been involved in the disputes between rivers and lakes.

"There are three levels of qi-watching skills: detecting qi, observing the mind, and looking for dragons. You can't tell my destiny. It seems that the little celestial master's qi-watching skills only reach one level."

Fei Xuan pouted and said nothing.

Xiao Luo raised his head and caught a glimpse of an inn not far away, carrying a banner with the slogan "Ten Miles of Tea Fragrance".

"Xiao Luo, this is Uncle Mute. Let's go over there. I'll invite two heavenly masters to have tea."

Li Fanyu scratched his head in embarrassment: "There is only one heavenly master in Qingcheng Mountain. Fei Xuan is blessed with destiny and has inherited this sect. I just follow the master to learn swordsmanship."

"Qingcheng Mountain's immeasurable swordsmanship amazes the world. Headmaster Zhao Yuzhen is also a master of Taoism and Swordsmanship. He is the youngest headmaster since Qingcheng Mountain founded the sect."

"Hey, my master, he is a god descended to earth."

When mentioning Zhao Yuzhen, Li Fanyi looked in reverence and his eyes shone like stars.

The four of them arrived at Shili and enjoyed the fragrance of tea.

Although this inn is located in the wild, it is located on the main road before entering Xueyun City. It is neatly built and open, and the business is particularly prosperous.

When the waiter came to greet him, Xiao Luo asked: "Is there a separate private room?"

"Yes, yes, sir, please."

The waiter opened a private room, brought tea, and then left.

"Little Master Fei Xuan, please have tea."

Xiao Luo looked at Fei Xuan, whose eyes were straight, and felt secretly happy in his heart. This little fat guy was indeed dedicated to his work.

But Li Fan was anxious: "Fei Xuan, if you can't figure it out, don't do it, so as not to go crazy."

If you deduce the way of heaven, you will be easily punished by heaven.

If you cannot deduce it, it will be easier to attract inner demons.

"No, I must figure out Xiao Luo's fate. This is also my chance!"

When Feixuan was only seven years old, Zhao Yuzhen personally taught him the power of the dragon elephant.

However, the secrets of Taoism required him to see all sentient beings, so Zhao Yuzhen allowed him to travel around the world for three years and sent Li Fanhui to protect him.

Li Fanhe was concerned about his master's past and had to come to Xueyun City first.

Unexpectedly, before entering the city, he met Xiao Luo.

The moment he passed by, Fei Xuan was shocked to notice the thick purple energy on Xiao Luo's body.

The purple energy in the human world is also the energy of the emperor and dragon.

Feixuan took a sip of tea, made up his mind, and took out three old copper coins.

The pattern of the copper coin is very strange. On one side is a snake statue of Nuwa, with a kind and ghostly smile, and on the other side is a snake statue of Fuxi, showing knotted and terrifying muscles.

If his Qi-seeing technique is less than the third level, he should use hexagrams.

Li Fanyi was shocked: "Feixuan, this is the Spring and Autumn Yao used by the sects of the past dynasties. It is specially used to calculate emperors and generals. How do you get it out?"

Zhao Yuzhen never used the Spring and Autumn Yao.

Before going down the mountain this time, Zhao Yuzhen handed the Spring and Autumn Yao to Fei Xuan and told him that the world is so big that if there are people who can't be counted, this is his chance.

Li Fanhu swallowed his saliva and thought to himself that the young man in white in front of him, although he was unparalleled in appearance and was about to catch up with his master, he looked like he was just a scholar. Could he be the future Grand Master or Prime Minister?

Fei Xuan was unmoved, his face showed a solemn expression, and he shouted in a low voice:

"Three lines and six hexagrams know the destiny of heaven. Spring and Autumn determine the world and open the hexagrams!"

Xiao Luo took the Spring and Autumn Yao, closed his eyes slightly, and then threw it away.

Three copper coins fell on the table, spinning around.

Except for Xiao Luo himself, three pairs of eyes stared at the copper coins.

After a long time, the three copper coins fell over at the same time, with Fuxi facing up.

"First Yao, Zhiyang, then divination."

Fei Xuan's little face tensed up, he picked up the copper coin and handed it to Xiao Luo.

"Good work."

Xiao Luo threw it down again, and it spun again.

The copper coin fell over, and Xi was still lying on three sides.

"Er Yao, Zhiyang, continue."

Throw it again, the third hexagram is still to Yang.

The fourth hexagram is Zhiyang.

The fifth hexagram, Zhiyang.

With the last hexagram left, Fei Xuan's face was pale and sweat was dripping from his forehead.

"The five lines of Zhiyang, I have never seen such a strange hexagram... If the last hexagram is still Zhiyang, then..."

Uncle Dumb couldn't help but make a hissing sound. He was nervous and even more worried.

Li Fanyi covered the copper coin and said: "Forget it Fei Xuan, your Taoist skills are still lacking, Xiao Luo's way of heaven is not something you can pry into."

"Uncle Master, if I don't predict the last hexagram, my inner demon will destroy me in an instant, and Qingcheng Mountain's destiny will disappear."

Fei Xuan took away Li Fan's hand and put three copper coins into Xiao Luo's palm.

"Please throw it, Master."

Xiao Luo sighed, no matter whether the last hexagram was yin or yang, Fei Xuan would be hurt by this peek into the way of heaven.

"Little Heavenly Master, Xiao Luo has caused trouble to you, and I will definitely make up for it in the future."

He tossed a copper coin, and at the last moment, three sides turned up.

Pfft~

Fei Xuan spurted out a mouthful of blood, dyeing the Spring and Autumn Yao red.

"When the six hexagrams reach Yang, sages and sages will appear, the way of heaven will be damaged, and the world will be full."

As soon as these words were spoken, thunder came from the sky, dark clouds gathered quickly, and thick lightning struck the inn one after another.

God is angry.

Even so, Fei Xuan still insisted on saying the last hexagram: "This hexagram governs the war in the world. Dragons fight in the wild, and their blood is black and yellow."

Crack!

A beam of purple electricity penetrated the roof and hit Fei Xuan.

At the critical moment, Xiao Luo jumped forward and held Fei Xuan in his arms.

Then there was another series of dazzling lightning.

"ah!"

Uncle Mute roared and stretched out his arms, trying to block the lightning.

"Xiao Luo! Fei Xuan!"

Li Fanxi screamed in horror.
To be continued...