The blue sky was as clear as the warm wind was fascinating. The pedestrians in Tianqing City were bustling with bustling and bustling as usual. Most people shivered out of nowhere and looked at the sky in confusion, but did not find any signs of changing the sky.

These people naturally could not sense the earth-shaking vision that had just happened in Chengfeng Martial Arts Hall. Only a few people looked at the middle of the city with a serious face. The power of the formation was deeply shocked. They felt that their hearts were as if they were pressing against a mountain. They were shocked to find out, and they looked at each other in horror, and no one dared to go and investigate easily.

At the intersection of Tianshui Avenue in the west of the city, a Taoist in a white background and black-printed robe sat upright, with a low table in front of him. His eyes flashed, his eyebrows were deeply locked, and there was a dull copper coin between his index finger and middle finger of his right hand, and he didn't say a word.

The man has high cheekbones, thin and handsome face, towering hair, slightly moving long beards, fluttering belts around his waist, and a lifelike crane tattooed on his upper body. It surrounds white clouds, making him look like a Taoist Quanzhen walking out of the beautiful waters of Lingshan Mountains.

"I said to old Taoist priest, will your hexagram be calculated? Why haven't you decided it for so long?"

The person speaking was a young man wearing a bright yellow silk robe. He had a pair of dead fish eyes, a low nose bridge, thick lips, and a star spot on his face, which added a bit of outline brush and ink to this look. However, no matter how you look at it, it was a bit of a slim servant in a black jacket standing beside him, his eyes shrank, as if he was a little afraid of being a little scared?

He held a folding fan tightly in one hand, and it was a little deformed because he tried too hard, and some poems were revealed from one corner. He didn't know what he was writing about. He spoke impatiently and urged him. A few leaking teeth were emitting yellow lights, which made people feel unhappy.

The Taoist was slightly stunned, looked at him lightly, his eyes were like a knife, and he shaved hard from the young master's heart, which shocked the latter immediately stopped and looked disappointed.

He yelled softly and said, "Think about it, why doesn't it count? You look at the mottled black air on the copper coins, which shows that you have been plagued by evil spirits recently. If you don't want to crack it, you may be in trouble at all times!"

"You can eat food, but you can't talk nonsense!" The young master exclaimed, pointed the folding fan in his hand far ahead, and shook his head repeatedly, "You Taoist priest is so kind. How can you curse people like this? Did you see that my young master is dressed noble and want to make a note here before saying this? Forced me to spend money to ask you to open the cauldron, and then give me countless silver coins? Tell you, I have seen too many people like you, and I will definitely not believe it!"

The Taoist sneered when he heard this, "I have said this, whether you believe it or not depends on your own heart."

He had a big sleeve, and everything on the table was cage into his sleeve. His left palm stretched out slightly and said lightly, "The hexagram has been completed, and he has received ten taels of silver."

"I said, you old Taoist priest, isn't your cloth banner saying that you don't work and don't have money? Now the hexagram is messy, and you're even nonsense. You want to collect money? There is no door!" The young master shouted loudly, with a look of disdain.

The Taoist sighed, and slowly pressed his outstretched palm on the table, shaking slightly. The latter immediately turned into pieces and spread out all over the ground, and said sarcastically: "You really decided not to give the hexagram money?"

The young master's face was pale, obviously he was scared. He was trembling all over and said hurriedly, "Give it, Liu Hua, come to my master's wallet!"

He turned around, but looked around for a long time, and then saw his servant squatting on the ground and holding his head, trembling all over, like an overly frightened ostrich. He couldn't help but feel angry. He let out a long sigh and shouted loudly: "Liu Hua, have you heard what I said?"

The servant then raised his head, looked ahead and quickly lowered it. After fumbled in his arms for a long time, he took out a dark red bag and slowly placed it in his chest.

The young master snatched it with impatient expression, untied the rope, took out a large piece of silver from it, weighed the weight, and handed it to the Taoist priest reluctantly. The latter smiled faintly and gently brushed his sleeves again, and the silver was gone.

He repelled the cloth banner leaning against the corner of the wall, stood up, walked slowly towards the other side of the street, and a sentence floated across the distance, "I only collected ten taels of gold from Hongying Taoist, and you have a little more broken silver. Why don't I find some copper coins with you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, several yellow lights fell from the air and made a tinging sound on the ground. When the young master looked at it, he saw that the copper coins were all standing strangely on the ground, still rotating freely and constantly, dust splashing, making a slight buzzing sound. After waiting for a long time, the copper coins slowly stopped. At this time, the young master's face turned pale, and he staggered a few steps, staring blankly at the ground with the square-right words engraved with these copper coins - evil.

He suddenly felt a sudden sensation all over his body, and quickly turned around, and chased after the Taoist disappeared in three steps, shouting loudly, "The Immortal Master stays there, I hope to give me the method of turning misfortune into good fortune."

The Taoist figure in the distance paused slightly, but his feet were even more anxious. He took a step forward several feet and said loudly: "I just tell fortunes and divination, and I don't care about using tricks to save people. You should do it yourself!"

His figure suddenly flashed and disappeared out of thin air from the street. Several vendors on the side were so scared that they overturned the tables and chairs, smashed the pot, and made a mess.

...

In the middle of the city, before the broken walls and ruins, the air suddenly twisted and faintly thunder sounded, and waves of air were stirred up around, and dust was rolled up all over the sky. Suddenly, a corner of a dress flashed in the air for no reason, and then a figure walked out, wearing a white-backed and black-printed robe, but who wasn't the Hongying Taoist before?

The Taoist looked solemn at this moment, and his left palm became a claw. He sniffed a wisp of breeze and sniffed it. His eyes were changing. He murmured to himself like a dream, "There are two people fighting, each of them have boundless magical powers. One of the breaths is in ruins. It seems that they have already died and their souls have disappeared. But who did this? "

"Is it the young man who entered before?" The Taoist thought that this kind of speculation appeared in his heart, but he was soon denied by him. "These two auras are as vast as the ocean, and they are probably not inferior to those who have achieved the soul and Dharma body. Although the man's aura is obscure, the feeling that I feel is far less sharp."

He suddenly felt a move in his heart, and patted his left hand on the bag. Several copper coins jumped out of it and were taken into his hand. He looked at it and saw that one of them was half like a cuckoo crying blood, while the other half was shining brightly. He was surprised and suspicious, "It has been several hours since I calculated this hexagram, and the hexagrams on these copper coins have not disappeared. Although the more bizarre the object of calculation encounters, the slower the visions of the copper coins disappear, but there has never been a precedent that has lasted for such a long time."

The Taoist pinched the beard on his chin and continued, "This hexagram shows that although the man's journey is extremely dangerous, he has received help from noble people to turn bad luck into good fortune. Could it be that one of the breaths is left by this so-called noble person?"

His feet leaped lightly, as slow as fast as he was, as if he was a breeze and a lonely geese. The road was rugged but it was like walking on flat ground. In a short while, he came to the huge round pit.

The Taoist face was slightly calmed, he thought lightly, and suddenly shook his head, sighing: "What a pity, I have no chance to miss a treasure. I didn't show any dew before. I have seen the weather and turned into a dragon today. Unfortunately, it's not me who got this dragon."

"There should have been a formation here before, but now it has been broken." The Taoist looked solemn.

He suddenly squatted down, picked up a translucent blue particle from the dust, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, his face changed, and he murmured to himself, "It turned out to be a soul bead, but it was not pure enough, as if it was made by someone to sacrifice and refine the soul body, but these ghosts were broken by others. I once heard that there was a white bone gate in the southeast Yunnan Province, and there was a method of refining a banner in the sect. After the banner was completed, it could gather all the ghosts and add them. These ghosts were based on this soul bead. Could it be that one of the fighters came from this sect?"

"No, if it is really a monk from the White Bone Sect, it will be a big deal. This sect is extremely ruthless. If you know that an existence in the sect who has achieved the soul and Dharma body is depressed, you may be able to slaughter the entire city!" The Taoist's face was pale and unstable, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. It was obviously scared by this guess in his heart.

He held the copper coins in his hand tightly, but he was reluctant to calculate a fortune for the future of the city. It would be better if there was no matter what. What would happen if the fortune teller in the whole city was decided? Although he told the young master just now that he only told fortunes and didn't care about saving people, how could he bear it if he really came to that step? The secrets of heaven are difficult to predict, and the fortune is even more difficult to change. If he forced himself to intervene, he would die.

The Taoist suddenly showed a confused look in his eyes and muttered to himself: "Maybe Master is right, my heart is too soft and not suitable to be the successor of Tianji Valley. I can see through a person's half of his life, but I can't watch him coldly and temper my Taoist heart in the rolling world."

He took out a small copper compass, with a faint starlight flashing on it, densely packed like a starry sky. Several of the stars moved lightly, generating a huge suction force, and countless green particles were captured on the ground, sank into the compass and disappeared.
Chapter completed!