Yin Fu Daojun

Chapter 52 Fortune Telling
Upright Villa.

There is righteousness in heaven and earth, and manifolds are mixed.

The villa was built in Luanshiling in the eastern suburbs of Changshan County. The scale is not very large, but the location is excellent, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the environment is quiet.

The owner of the villa, Pang Zheng, is a middle-aged man in his forties. His eyes are like torches, and his temples are raised high. He is clearly a master of the inner family.

In the morning, in the backyard, Pang was standing beside a rockery.

"Fluttering..."

A bird with white feathers and red tail fell from the sky and landed on his shoulder. Pang Zheng grabbed the bird with one hand and took a bamboo tube from its feet.

The bamboo tube was opened, and a note was poured out.

Pang Zheng glanced around, his eyes becoming more and more gloomy.

"Xie Duan? Who am I? It turns out that you ruined my good deeds!"

He held the note in his palm and crushed it, and said bitterly.

"Since someone is in the way, follow the old rules."

A voice, low and hoarse, suddenly sounded from behind him.

"Having said that, I'm afraid this person is difficult to deal with! He can see the tricks in it, and asked Cangshen to restrain the five ghosts from moving. Obviously he has some skills. It's probably not appropriate to make a rash move."

Pang Zheng turned around slowly, looking at the source of the voice.

"What do you mean, you can't trust me anymore? And I have to remind you, we don't have much time, and if we can't raise fifty shi of rations, if the superiors blame us, you and I can't afford to walk around."

Hearing this, Pang Zheng's face became very ugly.

Since a month ago, the superior suddenly issued an order to divide the rudders in various places, and each rudder port should raise at least [-] shi of grain to fill the army.

Fifty stones of grain, if converted proportionally, is more than 6000 catties. If it is a strong soldier, one person will eat two catties a day, and a team of [-] people can eat it for a month.

What's more, it has to be completed in such a short period of time.

These days, food is more difficult to come by than silver, because as long as a person is a person, he has to eat food, not silver, so people everywhere don’t panic if they have surplus food at home, even if they are poor, they will not sell food.

Coupled with the increase in taxes, the surplus food of ordinary people is not much, and they are almost unable to support themselves. Who would be willing to sell life-saving food?
In desperation, he then put his abacus on the county government office.

"According to reliable sources, that kid has already found the head of our Zhengqi Villa. If he continues to investigate like this, we probably won't be able to keep our branch. Where did this kid come from?"

Pang Zheng's face was full of gloom, and at the same time he was somewhat resentful.

"It doesn't matter where he came from, the only way to block the way of this seat is death!"

The deep voice sounded again, looking extremely sinister.

……

Changshan County, Zhengyuan Street.

After discussing the countermeasures with Li Qing, it was already afternoon.

At sunset, there were not many people on the street, and the lively atmosphere was lost, and some vendors on both sides of the road had already closed their stalls.

In order to prevent accidents, Xie Duan still decided to go back to the grain hall to guard.

Zhengyuan Street is the only way from the yamen to the grain hall. At noon, it will be very lively. Although the distance between the two sides is not very far, it will take a stick of incense to walk.

Xie Duan walked forward, but he was thinking about Zhengqi Villa in his heart. It seemed that if he wanted to find out something, he had to go there himself.

"My lord, be careful!"

While walking, a voice suddenly came from the side, and then a figure jumped out, directly blocking Xie Duan.

When Xie Duan opened his eyes, he saw that he was a fortune teller.

"Oh! It's terrible, it's terrible! My son, your seal is dark and your face is gloomy. There may be disasters in the near future!"

The Taoist sized him up and said with an exaggerated expression.

"Really? Why didn't I feel it."

Xie Duan saw that the Taoist had a yellow and thin face, with a goatee beard and a Taoist robe, standing there pretending, shaking his head.

"My lord! The misfortunes of mortals are all determined by the heavens. The so-called time is also fate! You don't know how to count numerology, so naturally you don't know."

He dragged Xie Duan to the booth and said with a smile.

"Pindao is the No. 18 descendant of Maoshan. He is proficient in numerology and can tell good fortune and bad luck. If the calculation is not accurate, he will not take any money. I see that the young master is plagued by bad luck. I am afraid that his life will be in danger recently!"

He started with an introduction, and then went straight to the point.

Hearing this, Xie Duan couldn't help but feel a little funny.

It really was Li Gui who met Li Kui.

Maoshan Shangqing sect, one of the Zhengyisanshan dripping blood sect, most of the disciples live in the temple to practice, and occasionally travel abroad, and they claim to be the Shangqing sect, but they never say how many generations of Maoshan descendants.

If you don't believe it, if Xie Duan asks him about his parentage now, he probably won't be able to figure it out. There is no doubt that this fortune teller is probably a charlatan.

"Dare to ask the horoscope of the son's birthday, can the poor Taoist be counted?"

The fortune-teller obviously didn't expect that he had hit a snag today, he still looked at him with a smile all over his face, and continued to ask.

Xie Duan didn't want to get too entangled with him anymore, and for a cultivator, the horoscope of birth date is very important and should not be shown to others easily.

Immediately chuckled, and replied coldly.

"I believe in fate, but I don't accept fate! So don't waste your efforts in vain, put away your tricks, so as not to cause trouble."

After speaking, he stepped forward to leave.

"Hey...you are so ignorant, poor people have good intentions to save your life, but you have good intentions to treat you as the liver and lungs of a donkey! That's all! People are about to die, but they don't know it. It's really sad and lamentable!"

The Taoist looked at Xie Duan's leaving back and sighed helplessly.

Xie Duan turned a blind eye to this, but went straight back to the grain hall.

……

The sun sets and night falls.

A crescent moon hangs in the sky, and a few stars are dotted beside it. The evening breeze blows gently, stirring the leaves in the courtyard, making a rustling sound.

The wing where Xie Duan lived was only separated from the barn by a wall. At this time outside the barn, there were occasional footsteps of yamen servants changing guards and patrolling. Other than that, there was hardly any movement.

Xie Duan was sitting on the couch with his eyes slightly closed, and he was running the method of refining qi with Yin Talismans. The dantian in his lower abdomen was slightly hot, and the meridians of his whole body were unimpeded.

Being in meditation, this feeling is very subtle.

Sometimes it is even possible to settle down instead of sleeping and resting.

Before you know it, the child's hour has passed, and everything is quiet.

However, at this moment, in the originally relatively quiet room, there was a sudden "rustle" sound. It was not the footsteps of the yamen guards patrolling, but rather like someone poking the window paper.

The voice was not loud, and ordinary people might ignore it directly, but within Xie Duan's perception range, he could clearly distinguish it.

He opened his eyes and followed the sound, and was shocked in his heart.

I saw a little ghost, holding a steel fork, less than three inches tall, with a hideous face, pierced the window paper with the steel fork, jumped in through the damaged hole, and grew as tall as an ordinary person in an instant after landing.

As if it had a purpose, when it saw Xie Duan, it swung its steel fork and stabbed at him.

Xie Duan had been on guard for a long time, before it entered the house, he turned over and lay down, stretched out his hand, and took the horizontal knife on the table in his hand, with a "clang", he drew the knife out of its sheath, and injected the spiritual energy in his body into the knife , suddenly a flash of inspiration.

"Pfft..."

Xie Duan directly slashed across, the evil ghost couldn't dodge in time, and was cut into two by Xie Duan, but there was no blood splashed out, it was just floating, unstable, and collapsed on the ground in a blink of an eye.

When Xie Duan looked at it, the evil spirit had returned to its original size, and it was just a paper figurine, cut out of yellow paper to look like an evil spirit.

　Thanks to the busy fingertip bosses for the rewards, and also to the rest of the bosses for their rewards, and please follow up!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)