Liaozhai Great Sage

Chapter 112 Seven Orifices Bleeding
Since this Taoist has no intention of cultivating Taoism, he instead relies on his meager Taoism skills to open Taoist temples in the city and defraud pilgrims of money. Li Xiuyuan will never tolerate such a person.

Since he was so proud of his Taoism, then Li Xiuyuan broke his Taoism and let him know the power of karma.

"How about it, I don't know if the Taoist figured it out." Li Xiuyuan said with a faint smile.

The bald Taoist looked at Li Xiuyuan's face for a while, no matter what, the scholar in front of him was only 49 years old, and besides that, he really couldn't tell what month or when he was born.

"Well, I've figured it out a little bit. I guess you'll be fifteen or sixteen years old this year." Of course he wouldn't admit that he couldn't figure it out, and said pretending to be unfathomable.

Li Xiuyuan asked: "That's it? The Taoist priest can't do this. You are not telling fortunes, you are looking at my age. I think any street peddler can guess that I am fifteen or sixteen years old. Could it be that the Taoist priest even those traffickers?" Worse than pawns?"

The bald Taoist snorted softly: "Pindao's Taoism is profound, how can those traffickers and pawns be compared with the poor Taoist, just reach out your hand, and the poor Taoist will be able to know your year, month, and month by looking at your palm. born."

Face reading is not good, so he reads palmistry instead.

After decades of cultivation, he still has some skills. Although fortune-telling is not top-notch, he still knows some basic face reading and palm reading.

Li Xiuyuan was also polite and extended his hand to him.

The bald Taoist watched attentively, looked at the various lines on the palm, and then prepared to calculate the person's birth date based on his own experience.

But this palmistry looks like nothing at first glance, just like ordinary people, without any special place, but if he calculates it seriously, he feels that the textures on the palmistry are criss-crossed, as if forming a weird pattern, like a book from the sky, and like Talisman, just a little calculation makes me feel dizzy and difficult to calm down.

"Om~!"

The bald Taoist's eyeballs rolled uncontrollably, his head was dizzy, and his consciousness was confused. It seemed that there was some hidden force preventing him from continuing to check this person's palmistry.

"Ouch~!"

After spinning around for a while, the next moment, the bald Taoist felt nauseated in his stomach, and couldn't help but fell aside and vomited.

"Daozhang, what's the matter with you?" Wang Ping next to him asked in surprise.

Du Chunhua and Xiaodie also had weird faces, wondering why the priest vomited so well.

Li Xiuyuan said with a smile: "The Taoist priest can calculate his own vomiting by fortune-telling. I have experienced this ability. It seems that the 2 taels of silver from my Li family will not be earned by the Taoist priest."

Count your own life?
This bald man is courting death.

My master is a master of fortune-telling. He often says that he can know 500 years in front and 500 years in the future. Although most of them are bragging, Li Xiuyuan has to admire his master's fortune-telling skills.

In Guobei County, whenever there is a wedding or funeral, as long as you know that person's name, you can calculate it.

But even so, his master did not dare to count his own life.

The bald Taoist vomited for a while, and then he recovered. When he looked at Li Xiuyuan again, his eyes were full of surprise.

He has also done fortune-telling for many people, but he has never encountered such a situation.

"Believe it or not, the birth of a mere scholar can't be counted, even if it is a high-ranking official, the emperor's relatives and relatives shouldn't do anything."

The bald Taoist gritted his teeth quickly and said: "You are a strange scholar, but you also underestimate the Taoism of the poor Taoist. If the poor Taoist wants to calculate your birth date, you must not forget the poor Taoist method." Those [-] silver cars."

"The priest still wants to try?" Li Xiuyuan asked in surprise.

"Humph."

The bald Taoist hummed heavily, he was too lazy to talk to this person, since this scholar can't figure it out with ordinary methods, he should use some special methods, the 2 yuan in silver in his hand will definitely be earned today.

He took out a piece of yellow paper from the side, and said, "Scholar, what's your name? Pindao wants to use your name to cast a spell to calculate your birth."

"I'm Li Xiuyuan, the Daoist may try, but I have tried face reading and palm reading before. If it still fails this time, I will doubt the identity of the Daoist." Li Xiuyuan laughed.

It seems that this Taoist is determined to take 2 taels of silver from his own hands.

Another person who wants money but not life.

At this moment, the bald Taoist gritted his teeth and wrote Li Xiuyuan's name on the yellow paper, and then murmured something. The yellow paper in his hand ignited spontaneously without fire, and quickly burned up in his hand. Finally, it turned into a wisp of green smoke and was inhaled by the Taoist. in the mouth.

"interesting."

Seeing this, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but look forward to it.

This Taoist began to perform Taoism, which is to forcefully calculate his own birth.

But the more this is the case, the more curious he is, the fate of his natural saint, all the eminent monks, practitioners, and even demons and ghosts in the world can't figure out his own footsteps, or know the existence of his exquisite heart How can I be so stable in the past ten years, I have already attracted countless demons and ghosts.

Now that the Taoist is trying to figure it out, it must be very interesting what will happen.

The bald Taoist was muttering something, his expression was in a trance, as if he was doing something.

But as time passed, the bald Taoist's face became paler and paler, cold sweat kept breaking out on his forehead, and he couldn't help shaking slightly.

"Master, what's wrong with this Taoist, isn't he epileptic?" Du Chunhua leaned over and whispered.

Li Xiuyuan waved his hand: "Be quiet, he is casting fortune-telling, don't disturb him."

"Oh." Du Chunhua immediately stopped asking, and stood obediently by the side.

Li Xiuyuan didn't want anyone to disturb this Taoist man's spellcasting. This man used Taoism to scare people and cheat people of money. He also threatened himself with his family members out of money. He originally planned to teach him a lesson, but now he changed his mind.

If this Taoist's Taoism is not broken, and this evil is removed, his name is written upside down.

The thousand-year-old monster has been killed by him, and the Polygonum multiflorum essence has been captured alive by him. How dare a mere wild Taoist make a clamor.

Just a moment later.

"Boom~!"

Suddenly, there was a dull roar in the sky above Guo Beicheng in the clear sky, like a thunderbolt suddenly appeared.

"Ah, the pain is so poor~!"

Suddenly, the bald Taoist opened his eyes suddenly, as if blood was overflowing from his eye sockets, and then his whole body was shaken, a mouthful of blood gushed out from his mouth, and he fell to the ground in an instant, and fell into a coma immediately.

The mouth and nose are full of blood.

Faced with such a situation, everyone was startled, and their faces changed drastically. They didn't know why this good-looking Taoist would behave like this.

Only Li Xiuyuan watched all this calmly.

He knew that this was condemned by God.

Counting the fate of one's own natural saint with a mortal body is committing death.

It's a pity that the bald Taoist didn't know this, and forcibly counted Li Xiuyuan's life for 2 taels of silver, and ended up like this.

People die for money, birds die for food, this old saying is true.

"Young Master, Daoist Priest won't die, right?" Xiaodie said with some fear.

It's not good for fortune-telling to kill people.

Li Xiuyuan took a look at the bald Taoist, whose heart was still heaving, and said, "He's not dead, but his spirit must have been scattered. I'm afraid he lost a lot of life. This path of cultivation has been completely broken."

"But it's his own fault, but then again, the Taoist priest's fortune-telling ability to count blood from seven holes is also a talent, and I admire it very much."

After finishing speaking, he deliberately gave him a gift, and then took out a tael of silver and put it down: "For this tael of silver, let's buy some delicious and delicious food for the Taoist priest to nourish his body, and I won't disturb the Taoist priest's rest. Alright, goodbye."

(End of this chapter)