The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 92 Fortune-telling is just a hobby?

The number of practitioners in the mortal world is very rare, and it is really a wonderful fate to meet practitioners in Suzhou City.

It is impossible to buy and sell magical artifacts, but Xiaoqing's eyes were almost glued to this person, so Daoran had no choice but to lead her to the fortune-telling booth.

After leaving the jewelry store and crossing the street, Dao Ran came to the fortune-telling booth.

At this time, a grey-haired old man was sitting in front of the Taoist priest, and said emotionally: "Master Taoist, it has really come true, the talisman you gave me has really come true. My son, he is finally dead, thank you , thank you so much."

Daoran:? ? ?
Is there any logical problem with this statement?

Even Xiaoqing, a monster who doesn't know the world, asked strangely: "This man is dead and his son is still thanking others?"

Daoran shook his head and said, "I don't know either."

Xiaoqing thought for a while, and then said excitedly: "I know, he is a monster, some monsters will eat their own children!"

Daoran: ...

For such an unreliable speculation, don't say it so loudly, okay?
Dao Ran's premonition was correct, Xiaoqing's voice was too loud, and when the gray-haired old man heard it, he turned his head angrily, and cursed at Xiaoqing: "You are the monster, your whole family are monsters!"

"Hey, how do you know..." Xiaoqing had to cover her mouth halfway through her words.

"Amitabha, this old man, she is not very sensible, so don't argue with her." Daoran apologized.

The old man was very angry at first, but after seeing Dao Ran, he felt that the little monk looked very pleasing to the eye, so he didn't continue to argue with Xiao Qing, but explained: "Oh, it's normal for others to be puzzled by this matter. Son, more than 30 years old, idles around all day, and is addicted to gambling.

"Our family was almost lost by him. If he didn't have money, he would kill me. Several bones in my body were broken, and I was about to die. As a last resort, I can only ask Master Xuanji Help me, she gave me a magic talisman, after I posted it at home, my son got drunk and fell into the lake and drowned in a few days, and I was finally relieved."

This is a human tragedy.

Dao Ran looked at the old man carefully. There were still bruises on his face that had not completely dissipated. His cheekbones had collapsed in small pieces. His whole face appeared asymmetrical. Bandages could be seen on the exposed parts of his arms. He had indeed been severely beaten. .

Judging by the old man's expression, I'm afraid he has completely despaired of that rotten gambler's son, so he made such a bad move.

But Daoran didn't quite understand that even if the old man was abused by his son, he shouldn't turn to the fortune-telling stall for help, right?

"Old man, your son abused you so much, why didn't you report it to the authorities?" Daoran asked.

Don't look at the monsters in the Great Zhou State that stir up wind and rain, but filial piety is still very important. Children who are unfilial report directly to the officials, either beat the board or put them in prison, or directly assassinate and serve as soldiers.

"I would like to, but I have to beat [-] boards first to beat Dengwengu. How can I bear it? I want to submit a certificate, and I can't read. If I ask someone to help me write a copy, then the beast will go to someone else's house to make a fuss. I was so restless that no one dared to help me. Thanks to Taoist Xuanji, without that magic talisman, I would have died a long time ago."

The old man cried as he spoke, and he didn't know whether he was crying from heartbreak or joy.

Daoran had nothing to say, so he read a passage from the "Diamond Sutra" to him.

The old man seemed to feel much better after hearing this, and thanked Xuanjizi and Daoran repeatedly.

When the old man left, Daoran looked at the fortune teller again.

The appearance is really unremarkable, although it doesn't look like a liar, but it really doesn't feel like a fairy.The only thing that can be regarded as a characteristic is probably gender. This is a Kun Dao, that is, a female Taoist priest.

Monks and Taoists were prosperous in the Zhou Dynasty, but women were still a minority of monks.

Daoran had never seen a nun before, and it was also the first time he had seen a female Taoist priest.

Just as he was about to say hello to Taoist Xuanji, he heard Bai Yutang's voice from behind.

"Master Daoran, Junior Sister Xiaoqing, why did you come here?" Bai Yutang asked.

"Xiaoqing was a little curious, so the monk took her to see the excitement." Daoran said with a smile.

Bai Yutang took a look at Xiaoqing, and found that she was staring at the white banner with the words "mystery can be calculated without breaking God's will", so he advised Xiaoqing, "Junior Sister, these fortune tellers are all charlatans, don't be fooled."

But Bai Yutang didn't know that what Xiaoqing was looking for was not fortune-telling at all, but the magic artifact itself.

Although the clothes that man was wearing were also magical artifacts, Master Daoran said that he couldn't take off his clothes casually, so he shouldn't be able to take off other people's clothes casually, so he had to choose Bai Banan.

As soon as Bai Yutang said this, Daoran knew that things had become troublesome.

Ordinary fortune tellers might be liars, but this one is obviously a practitioner, and Bai Yutang's words would offend others.

Sure enough, Xuanjizi heard this, and said to Bai Yutang: "Young man, you haven't counted before, how do you know that the poor man is a liar?"

Bai Yutang said disdainfully: "I've seen a lot of tricks like you liars. If you say a few ambiguous words, you will ask for money. If you ask a few more words, you will say that the secret must not be revealed. Whether you are right or wrong, you can use your mouth to argue. If you can really tell fortunes, You still need to set up a stall here, and if you do the math for yourself, you will be rich, am I wrong?"

The classic paradox arises - why don't you count lottery numbers if you know your fortune?

Sure enough, human wisdom is interlinked.

However, Xuanjizi's answer was even more amazing. She only heard her say: "How do you know that I am not a rich man? How do you know that I am not interested in fortune-telling?"

Bai Yutang was also shocked, he never expected that this female Taoist priest would say such a thing, and he couldn't find a reason to refute it for a while.

Finally, Bai Yutang choked out a sentence: "If you have the guts, just count it for me."

Xuanjizi sneered and said: "Don't count, just look at your face. The Yintang is black, and there will be bloody disasters within two days. If there is no noble person to rescue, you will definitely die."

"you!"

Hearing this vicious curse, Bai Yutang almost lost his temper, but he is still a very principled person, seeing that the other party is a woman, he endured it for the time being.

As a bystander, Dao Ran thought a little more.

If Bai Yutang hadn't met him, he would have died if he rashly participated in the battle for the Lingyu Pill.

If this Taoist master of mystery really found out by the skill of physiognomy, then he really has some skills.

After suppressing his anger, Bai Yutang quickly came to his senses, and continued to say to Xuanjizi: "You can tell by my attire that I am from the Jianghu. Recently, people from the Jianghu are fighting each other for the spirit jade pill. This bloody disaster will naturally come true. But this kind of rhetoric can be used to fool others, don't try to deceive me. Don't you know fortune-telling, do you dare to tell me where Ouyang Chun is? "

Ouyang Chun is the key to the entire martial arts conference, and the Lingyu Pill is also in his hands.Now all the martial artists in Suzhou City want to find him, Bai Yutang does not believe that this female Taoist priest can really find him.

However, this time he was destined to miscalculate again.

Xuanjizi said calmly: "There is no problem in figuring out where Ouyang Chun is, but can you afford the gold?"

"How much do you want? Is this enough?" Bai Yutang patted a few gold leaves on the table, with an expression that he was not short of money.

Taoist Xuanji shook his head and said, "Of course it's not enough."

"Then how much do you want?" Bai Yutang asked.

Taoist Xuanji stretched out a finger and said, "1000 taels, gold."

(End of this chapter)