Their Lucky Star Was Transmigrated!

"Do you have a fortune?"

It's not that Yun had never thought about this situation, but Jieyundao was already a rat in the gutter under the pressure of the imperial court. If it wasn't for the path of the robbery, it would be useful, maybe it would have been completely wiped out long ago.

But just before, when the western mountain where the imperial tomb was on fire, Jieyun Road encountered another tragic suppression from the imperial court.

According to the news received by Yun, the master of the robbery is now on the run.

"This matter, wait and see again!"

If there is no way out, she doesn't want to mix with the robbery road. In particular, the news came that the Dao masters of Jie Yun Dao had become the bereaved dog, which made Yun's perception of Jie Yun Dao really not very good.

How about winning popularity?

If you can't find the real person with great luck and great blessing, how long can you last with that little luck?

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At this time, in Qushui County of Jiangcheng Mansion, in a small town named Anding Town, the Lord of Fortune, who was despised by the Yun family, was wearing a robe, holding a trigram flag, and writing four words: Commoner God fortune.

No money is allowed for one hexagram and one article.

At this time, the Lord of the Fortune Luck, desperate and depressed, was not much different from the fortune-telling liar who walked around the river and lake to eat.

These days, he has also suffered.

The henchmen around him are dead.

Some people betrayed him and were killed by him or someone loyal to him.

Some people were attacked and killed by betrayers.

Of course, there are some people who hide themselves and dare not show up again.

The whole world is hunting and killing the people of the path of robbery. The scale and the situation are worse than those of the founding father of the Tang Dynasty, but they are even worse.

The Lord of the Fortune Road fled all the way, drilled through the mountains, and eventually no longer contacted the people of the Fortune Road.

Because the imperial mausoleum was lighted up on the west mountain, Emperor Yongping and the princess had rarely cooperated sincerely, vowing to slay all the fate.

"My destiny is in me, so how can I make this seat so sleepy?"

The Lord of the Fortune Road has reflected on it several times, but still can't understand why this is the case?

"Fortune teller, how are you feeling lucky today?"

"That's right, your benefits are indispensable, but I'm not sure, I smashed your stall!"

A drunk man suddenly appeared in front of the Lord of Jieyun Daoist and spoke proudly.

The Lord of Fortune, accompanied by a smiling face, glanced at this person, smiled slightly, and said: "Little brother, your luck is very good today. If you can stop before midnight, you can earn money on your own day!"

"Haha, can talk!"

"Take it, Lord's reward!"

The drunkard would take out a piece of loose silver from his waist pouch and threw it directly to the Lord of Fortune.

If it were in the past, where would the Jie Luck Dao care about such a layman, and would not be contaminated with the secular objects such as gold, silver and copper, but now he is already a lonely person and his future is unknown.

"You can have a good meal!"

After receiving the scattered silver, the master of the robbery road raised his head and looked at the noodle restaurant a hundred steps away.

He raised his hexagram flag, cleared the stall, and walked towards the opposite side.

"Writing family letters, complaints, retouching pens, copying books, writing couplets, inscriptions on door plaques..."

Passing through a scholar's booth, seeing the text written on the back of the scholar, the master of the robbery road could not help stopping and looked at the scholar who was struggling to write.

"Heaven will give up the power to serve the people of Sri Lanka, and he must first suffer from his will and his muscles and bones..."

Seeing the essay that the scholar was writing, the master of the fortune of the robbery immediately flashed his eyes.

Isn't this just him?

He used to be aloof, although he had high ambitions, but he was far away from this world.

Didn’t the Emperor Taizu, the founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty, only fly for nine days after he has filled the frontier fortress? Isn't all this exactly the same as he is now?

The master of the robbery did not finish reading the entire article written by the scholar, but strode forward to the noodle restaurant in front of him.

He wants to eat a good meal, and then start the path of penance.

If he wants to build a Taoist nation in this world, how can he break away from this earth and all the people?

"The shopkeeper, two bowls of noodles and more lamb!"

The master of the robbery patted the broken silver that hadn't been warmed up on the table.

The noodle shopkeeper saw Yinzi, immediately accompanied by a smiling face, cheerfully replied: "Two bowls of noodles, add more lamb!"

The stench of mutton was something that Jie Yun Dao had never liked.

When living in Jingxuguan in Jingcheng, the Lord of Jieyun Dao ate beef.

Although the court ordered the ban on the slaughter of cattle, but for his dignified master of luck, he could eat beef if he wanted to eat a bite.

But now, some lamb is good.

If it were not for bad luck, he would even have to eat pork.

Soon, two bowls of noodles were delivered.

The master of the robbery pointed to the scholar who was writing outside, and said: "This bowl is for the scholar!"

"Uh……?"

When the noodle shop Xiaoer heard the words of the master of Jieyun Dao, he couldn't help but froze, "Sir, are you sure?"

"What? Is there any problem?"

"Mr. I don't know, that person is Zhang Juren. He is usually there, and he helps everyone for free. He said that he used this to practice calligraphy and learn about the various aspects of life by the way."

"I don't understand what it means, anyway, Zhang Juren is not short of money!"

"The richest person in our town is Zhang Juren's house. You, lamb noodles, Zhang Juren may not be attracted to you!"

"This seat lets you send it, and you send it!"

Although he heard the scholar's origin from the mouth of Xiao Er in the noodle shop, the Lord of Journey Luck was only slightly stunned, and he still firmly asked Xiao Er to deliver the mutton noodles.

"Sure, you are a guest, you have the final say!"

Xiao Er saw the broken silver that the master of the robbery had given to his shopkeeper. Knowing that this is a rich lord, naturally I don't want to offend him.

He immediately took the beef noodles out of the noodle shop, a few steps before Zhang Juren who was writing.

"Master Juren, this is what the guest asked you to eat!"

The noodle shop Xiao Er turned his head, his eyes motioned to the robber who was sitting in the noodle shop.

Zhang Juren was also stunned, turning his head to look at the master of the robbery.

The eyes of the two met, and the master of Jieyun Dao raised his chopsticks and motioned to invite Zhang Juren to eat noodles together.

Zhang Juren helped write a lot of papers for free in this town, and it was the first time someone asked him to come forward, and he smiled immediately.

"Second brother, please help me get the noodles back, I'll go in and eat with the old gentleman!"

"Uh, good, good!"

The noodle shop Xiao Er swallowed, and his heart burst, "It turns out that Master Juren also eats lamb noodles!"

Zhang Juren put down the writing brush, pressed the paper he had not finished writing with a paperweight, washed his hands in the basin next to him, took the kerchief and wiped it dry, and then walked to the noodle restaurant.

"Mr. Xie, give me noodles!"

Zhang Juren entered the noodle restaurant and saluted the Lord Jieyundao first.

The Lord of Fortune Nodded slightly, very satisfied with this Juren's attitude, smiled slightly, and said, "Muduoyan, eat noodles first!"