Qingling Punishing Heart

Chapter 194 Sloppy Old Daoist
Jiang Ling knew very well that Yang Ni was very skilled, so he readily accepted to go with him, and Su Ji naturally had no objection.

The three of them walked into the valley called the Gate of Purgatory together.

The valley is full of furs of giant beasts, dragon-shaped bones, magic weapons of monks, and countless barren hills and solitary mounds, all of which convey a gloomy and terrifying breath of death.

Fear and uneasiness came gradually, and Su Ji was walking on the road of bones, when he suddenly heard someone calling from behind:

"The three stay behind!"

Su Ji stopped subconsciously, looked back as if under some kind of spell, and found that there was no one behind him!

Just as he was wondering, an old man with a face full of stains suddenly jumped in front of the three of them and said abruptly, "Let's count it!"

Jiang Ling was taken aback. He had been paying attention to the movement around him just now, but he didn't realize that there was such a person nearby.She had expected that there must be a monster nearby. Did she meet one just after entering?
Su Ji looked up and down the slovenly old man, and saw that his cheeks were sunken and he was as thin as a knife.The hair is so thin that you can count it, but a goatee hangs down from your chin.

Su Ji has seen a lot of fortune-telling Taoists, but he is probably the only one who is so weird and sloppy, except for the barefoot Taoist Taijia.The only obvious difference between this scruffy old man and the real Taijia is that he wears shoes on his feet, and the shoes do not make any sound when they step on the ground.It's no wonder that none of the three of them noticed his existence just now.

Jiang Ling has never had a good impression of Feng Shui. He glanced at the sloppy old man, waved his hand and said, "It doesn't count!"

"Forget it." The sloppy old man moved his greasy dirty hands, and added: "I can do a free calculation first, if the calculation is not accurate, I won't take any money."

Su Ji felt more and more strange.Usually a fortune teller holds a bamboo leaf in his hand and writes something like "know astronomy at the top and geography at the bottom. Know 500 years before and 500 years after." But this sloppy old man is empty-handed. Ordinary fortune-telling priests who make a living on the street.

The sloppy old man didn't seem to have any evil spirit, Su Ji looked around, and there seemed to be no accomplices around.Is it just superfluous?But fortune-telling at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, the sacred place of Taoism, is as ridiculous as creating a human being in front of Nuwa.

Su Ji thought to himself that it would be better not to offend people who haunt such poor mountains and rivers, and let him do the math.

"Senior, please figure out who I am, what is my fortune today?"

The sloppy old man pretended to shake his head: "Those are tricks of charlatans, I don't count."

Su Ji froze for a moment, and asked him, "Then what are you?"

The sloppy old man stroked his beard, "It's not life, it's death."

"Death?"

Su Ji couldn't help but think of the comment of Master Taijia: Mr. Su killed Qingling, his late wife Kezi, and his son would not live to be 17 years old at most.At the beginning, because of this sentence, he didn't know how much suffering he had suffered, and he turned around and said: "If a person knows when he will die, it doesn't matter how boring life is."

Hearing that the sloppy and old man was only considered dead, Jiang Ling also turned around and left.Just took two steps, only to hear the sloppy old man shout: "Jiang Ling!"

Jiang Ling's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, what the hell, he obviously didn't know this sloppy old man, how could he say his name?Could it be that he really turned into a monster?
The slovenly old man smiled: "Ling, Fuyao. Lingyun has great ambitions, not to lose to a man, a little red among the green bushes, a good name! This is exactly what you hope for."

There were deep gazes in the sloppy old eye sockets, and they turned around Jiang Ling indifferently.

Jiang Ling collected himself and said, "How do you know about me?"

"Life is impermanent, but destiny is fixed. It is destiny for us to meet here. If the girl doesn't want to count her own death, then I will help you count other things."

The slovenly old man reached into his Taoist robe, groped, and took out a tattered ancient book, the cover was covered with scarlet marks, which looked strange and unpredictable.

Under Jiang Ling's puzzled eyes, the sloppy old man came up and whispered something in his ear, which made her dumbfounded, obviously everything he said was right.

At this time, Su Ji found that Yang Ni, who was usually calm and calm, suddenly became silent like a piece of dead wood after seeing this sloppy old man.

Su Ji thought to himself that this Taoist priest was unusual, so why not give him another chance and asked, "Senior, can I count a girl named Mu Lingyu?"

The sloppy old man flipped through the book and read it, but shook his head without answering.

Su Ji rushed forward, only to see that on the opened page of the ancient book, all the names of people he knew appeared. Among them, Mu Lingyu's name was clearly written with the year of birth and death, and there was not much life left!
Suddenly, Su Jiru was struck by a thunderbolt!
This sloppy old man just went from beginning to end without a pen in his hand.Even if he hid a pen in his sleeve, he couldn't write so many names in the blink of an eye.Clearly, his book was nothing short of extraordinary!Su Ji couldn't believe it, and tried to find something strange from the book.

However, the sloppy old man casually flipped through two more pages, and Su Ji felt his scalp tingle even more. He saw that the dates of birth and death of the deceased in the book could all be matched one by one, and they were exactly the same!
The sloppy and old-fashioned eyes wandered on Su Ji's face, unpredictable, and deliberately turned a few more pages.

Su Ji saw him flipping through the pages for a long time, but he still didn't see the names of some people, such as Master Wuji, Qingli, Chai Song...

"Wait a minute!" Su Ji suddenly stopped!
When the sloppy old man heard the sound, he immediately stopped reading.

Su Ji's eyes fell on a line of the page.There is only one word "Xi" in that line, and there is no birth and death year.

"Who is this person?" Su Ji asked.

The sloppy old man replied, "He is your son."

Su Ji didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I haven't married a wife yet, where can I get a son?"

The sloppy old man said in an affirmative tone: "Since it appears in this book, it must not be wrong."

Su Ji was startled suddenly, looked up at the sloppy old man, and saw his serious expression, it didn't look like he was talking nonsense.

Jiang Ling glanced at him and said contemptuously, "You and Mu Lingyu..."

Su Ji quickly interrupted and explained: "Although Miss Mu and I have pretended to be husband and wife, we have never pretended to be a real couple! We are innocent!"

Jiang Ling said angrily: "Then with which girl did you do something shameful? You forgot so completely!"

Su Ji looked troubled, and bowed his head in thought for a long time.

At this time, Yang Ni on the side lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Could it be the fox?"

Su Ji raised her head suddenly, shook her head desperately and said, "No...it's impossible! How can I do that kind of thing with my cousin?"

The sloppy old man turned his beard and looked at Su Ji with a smile, "Don't worry. Your son died before he was born."

Su Ji's eyes widened suddenly, and he took a step back unconsciously!
Jiang Ling and Yang Ni were also quite shocked and stopped talking.

After a long silence, Su Ji suddenly opened his eyes slightly, and asked in a deep voice:
"I know a girl named Lin Zi...is she still alive?"

The sloppy old man glanced down and nodded slightly.

Su Ji's eyes flickered, recalling that day in Wangxian Tower, the White Wolf King said that he had an affair with the princess, isn't that nonsense?

Could it be...that day in the Emperor's Palace...but why don't you remember it at all?
Thinking of this, Su Ji shuddered all over, and stood there silently, motionless.

Yang Ni on the side broke the silence, cupped his fists and said, "Thank you senior, we have to continue on our way, so we bid farewell."

After finishing speaking, Yang Ni secretly signaled the two people next to him to go back on the road.

Su Ji turned around stiffly and walked forward slowly.

"Wait!" The sloppy old man suddenly stopped!

The vigilance of the three suddenly rose.The fan in Jiang Ling's hand was tightly clenched, and Yang Ni's two black fists, the size of sandbags, had been clenched into two hammers.Su Ji moved his hands behind his back slowly, actually holding down the goat horn dagger at his waist behind him, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The sloppy old man followed up and said: "I just said that doing the calculation for that girl was for nothing, but the calculation for that little brother is not in vain."

"How much do you want to charge?" Jiang Ling asked with a frown.

"I don't want money." The sloppy old man wiped his face with black hands, and said with a half-smile: "I want your souls!"

(End of this chapter)