Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 555 Zhenwu, Zhao Yanlong
The fortune-telling stall was spread with a piece of yellow cloth, on which were placed divination objects such as divination tubes, tortoise shells, and copper coins. Next to the stall was a bamboo pole with a banner on it, with four large characters "My Gua Tong Shen" inscribed on it.

This pile of belongings looked decent, but the appearance of this fortune teller was too disappointing. His sturdy figure filled up the gray and tattered Taoist robe, and the two sleeves were bulging with muscles, as if the clothes would burst if he bent his arms slightly.

With his full beard, he looks more like a rough-and-tumble man than a fortune teller who knows everything about astronomy and geography.

Given this honor, it is understandable that no one is interested in this fortune-telling stall.

"Sir, are you fortune-telling or face-reading?"

When the acrobatics in the crowd were performing at their most exciting, with rocks smashing chests, watermelons replacing people's heads, fire breathing from mouths and smoke coming out of noses, the Taoist priest withdrew his gaze with an unsatisfied look and gave Zhang Qingyu a bold smile.

"Let's look at your palm first."

"no problem."

The Taoist stretched out a palm-leaf fan-like hand and grasped Zhang Qingyu's hand, which was as white as jade. He fiddled with it left and right, looked it up and down, and even stared at its fingernails for a long time.

"Tsk, sir, your luck hasn't been very good lately."

Zhang Qingyu asked with a smile: "What do you mean?"

"From the lines on your palm, your recent situation is full of dangers. But strangely, your fortune, which should have been declining, is strangely strong and high. This situation is like cold water poured into hot oil. You will either become extremely rich or extremely dangerous!"

"Then how can I turn danger into safety?" Zhang Qingyu asked calmly.

"It's difficult, it's difficult."

The burly Taoist explained with a bitter face: "To be honest, this is the first time I have encountered such a strange situation as yours in all my years of traveling around the country."

"Master, you only said it was difficult, but you didn't say there was no solution. That means there is still a way, right?"

"Sir, you are truly an extraordinary person. You hit the nail on the head! Yes, there is a way, but..."

While speaking, the burly Taoist secretly glanced at Zhang Qingyuan's face and saw that the other party looked calm and composed, as if he was not intimidated by his words at all. He immediately realized that the person in front of him was not a novice who was ignorant of the world, and decisively changed the subject.

"People who practice Taoism pay the most attention to the words 'bearing' and 'carrying'. For such a huge city like Xiangyang, you can find me, which means that we have a good relationship. Even if I choose to stand aside and watch, I will still be 'involved' in the cause and 'bearing' the fate, and I can't escape the disaster. Therefore, sir, you can rest assured. Even if I use all my life's knowledge, I will definitely help you change your fortune."

Zhang Qingyu nodded and smiled: "The Taoist is righteous."

What a slippery fish! It hasn’t even taken the bait yet!

The burly Taoist couldn't hold his temper, gritted his teeth and continued: "There are ways to change your fortune, but it will cost you a lot. This..."

"As long as we can solve the disaster, money is not a problem."

"Sir, you hit the nail on the head again. I admire you. The biggest problem right now is the word 'money'."

The burly Taoist was shocked, and quickly suppressed his excitement. He said in a calm tone: "Money is wealth, which is greed. This is the first of the six desires and the source of all evil. It is difficult to resolve the disaster if it is not eliminated. And the good in fortune is water. This 'money' is also called 'Aduwu' in the folk. If it is not eliminated, it will not flow. If it does not flow, it will not be possible to achieve the state of 'water benefits all things without competing', and naturally it will not be able to turn disaster into fortune."

This strange mixture of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, pieced together in a chaotic and confusing way, made no sense to Zhang Qingyu.

But he didn't show any disdain on his face, and asked solemnly: "This time, the Taoist priest hit the nail on the head. I have been troubled recently and don't know what to do. I hope the Taoist priest can help me solve my doubts."

"In a word, money kills more people than a knife."

The burly Taoist shook his head in a pretentious manner, "As long as you are willing to give up this fleeting wealth and glory, you will naturally be able to avoid the countless dangers that come with chasing money and find a ray of peace in the midst of danger."

"So I should resign from my position as abbot and retreat to the cave to save my life."

Zhang Qingyu took back his palm from the stall, put it into his sleeve, looked at the burly Taoist with a dull expression, and said with a smile: "Is that what you mean, Junior Brother Yanglong?"

In an instant, the originally noisy street suddenly became quiet. The jugglers stopped their skills, the passers-by stopped applauding, the vendors stopped shouting, the playful children stopped smiling, and the people who were originally doing their own things stopped what they were doing and looked at Zhang Qingyu in unison.

Zhang Qingyu turned a blind eye to all this and sat quietly on the bench.

Just like a barrier being broken, the burly Taoist's eyes, which were filled with doubt, gradually became clear.

"Yang Long didn't know it was the abbot who came to visit. I hope the abbot will forgive me."

Yang Long woke up from his role play, stood up, and bowed towards Zhang Qingyu.

"It's okay. You are still in the cycle of reincarnation, so of course you can't recognize me. On the contrary, I came here uninvited and linked into the cave without permission. I hope you don't mind, Junior Brother."

Zhang Qingyu raised his hand and motioned Yang Long to sit down.

"The Xuantan Hall is responsible for inspecting the members of the Dragon Tiger Sect and can enter any disciple's Huangliang Cave Heaven at will. This is the sect's rule. How dare I blame the abbot?"

Yang Longlian said "I dare not", and after sitting down, he asked respectfully: "I wonder if the abbot wants to see me for something important?"

"Nothing. I just heard from the people in the Law Seal Bureau that your strength is recovering very slowly, so I came here to see if there is anything I can do to help you."

Zhang Qingyu said seriously, "Is it that the people from the Law Seal Bureau are deliberately making things difficult for you, using some low-quality Dao Foundation to fool you?"

"I'm sorry to have caused the dean to worry. No one is making things difficult for me, but my own aptitude is too dull and I have never been able to adapt to the new foundation of Taoism, so I have not been able to recover my strength."

Yang Long said quickly, "But don't worry, Dean. Just give me three more days in the world, five at most. After I recover my basic magic skills, I will go down the mountain and report to Shangrao County immediately."

"Don't worry, I'm not here to rush you down the mountain."

Zhang Qingyu smiled and said, "I see that you were very devoted in your performance just now, the only pity is that you still maintained your original appearance. If you don't give up your skin, the effect of this training will be much weaker."

"The dean has taught me a lesson. I will pay attention to it next time."

Yang Long paused, a look of panic appeared on his face, and he said anxiously: "I must have said some nonsense when I was fortune-telling for the abbot just now. Please don't take it to heart."

"I think your calculation is quite accurate, and it is not much different from my current situation."

Zhang Qingyu laughed, "Giving up wealth and avoiding danger, there is a deep meaning in it."

"These are just some tricks used to deceive people. Don't take them seriously." Yang Long waved his hands repeatedly.

"Underworld rhetoric. What is this technique? Junior brother, tell me about it." Zhang Qingyu asked with great interest.

After a round of greetings, the other party still had no intention of leaving. Instead, he brought up some inexplicable topics here and there. His behavior was very different from what Yang Long had imagined, making him a little confused about what Zhang Qingyu was trying to do.

"As a distinguished person like you who holds the position of Earthly Immortal, even in the mythology of the Ming Empire, you are already a well-deserved god. Therefore, in the dream reincarnation, you would rarely think of experiencing the fraudulent identity of a fortune teller, so it is normal that you don't know these dirty things that are not presentable."

Yang Long looked calm as usual, and explained with a smile: "Among these Taoists who set up stalls in the downtown area to tell fortunes, I'm afraid nine out of ten have never learned the proper Taoist methods, and basically rely on their sharp tongues to swindle people. Most of those who come to tell fortunes have encountered something bad. Most of the women are 'resentful', and 90% of the men are 'foolish'. Even if they are upright people with a clear conscience, as long as they are not satisfied, they will use the word 'vicious' to some extent. So fortune-telling is more of a trap than a calculation. As long as you can get the fear in the other person's heart, you can scare ordinary people."

"If the other party is really in trouble, how can we resolve it?"

"Spending money is to resolve the problem. As the saying goes, losing money can avoid disaster. As long as he loses money, he feels that he has avoided disaster."

Zhang Qingyu asked doubtfully, "But if others find out that they have been deceived, won't they come to our house to ask for punishment?"

Yang Long held up the stall in front of him with one hand and said with a smile: "Fortune tellers often claim that they like to 'travel around', but the reason is not to help the suffering people, but to run away."

"Interesting." Zhang Qingyu clapped his hands and laughed.

"However, this profession almost disappeared after Emperor Yizong established the twelve-order sequence of the three religions and nine classes. The reason is simple: it ruined the reputation of the Taoist order and the Yin-Yang order."

"What reputation do the Yin Yang Order have? They are just a bunch of rats that everyone wants to kill."

Zhang Qingyu asked curiously, "Then how did you come up with the idea of ​​experiencing this kind of identity in the Huangliang dream?"

"I don't have much authority, and I can't reincarnate in the sect's cave for a long time, so I was a little clever and made my own cave look like this, thinking that I can sharpen my spiritual will anytime and anywhere, and the longer the time limit, the better. It was not until it was finalized that I realized I had gone astray, and I could only bring in some identities that fit the situation according to the current situation of the cave."

Yang Long said with shame on his face: "To be honest with you, Dean, I have tried not only this fortune teller, but also the juggler."

"The construction of your cave is quite ingenious."

Zhang Qingyu looked around. The motionless crowd had returned to normal and the frozen bustle began to flow again.

"Are they all Huangliang ghosts?"

"The dean has a keen eye. It's just a trick."

"This construction method has been tried by new monks before, but they gave up because it consumes too much energy."

Zhang Qingyu turned to look at Yang Long and said calmly, "So you are betraying others just to maintain this cave?"

Boom!

A loud thunder swept across the sky above the ancient city, and a damp and cold wind passed through the streets.

The laughter and cheers suddenly turned into screams and the crowd dispersed to avoid the impending downpour.

"Abbot, where did you get this from?" Yang Long said in a stiff tone, forcing a smile.

"You were too careless about what happened in Shangrao County."

Zhang Qingyu played with a tortoise shell on the stall and chuckled, "With your strategy and ability, you should know that Xuantan Temple will sooner or later notice Taoist Wu's connection. They are all believers of Longhu Mountain, and they all use the spiritual orifices made by the Fazhuan Bureau. Once you have connected them, the traces will not be easy to erase."

Zhang Qingyu asked, "I'm very curious, what is your relationship with Chen Qisheng? Why would you take such a big risk to reveal the news to him?"

"No wonder the fortune teller appeared today. It turns out that I am the one who is doomed."

At this point, Yang Long no longer needed to pretend. He raised his head, rubbed his frowning brows, and said with a smile: "He and I are brothers in the same sect."

"It's wrong of you, Yang Long, to be on good terms with a traitor."

Zhang Qingyu's tone gradually turned cold: "Do you know how much loss the sect has suffered because of your actions? Great Heavenly Master Chongyuan is very angry. If he knew that you were also a traitor, then you might want to die quickly."

"You are also quite courageous, Dean."

Yang Long smiled calmly and said, "You should have already caught me, right? You didn't report to the sect, but entered my cave alone. It seems that you want to make a deal with me?"

"Yang Long, you are a smart man. As long as you help me capture Li Jun and Chen Qisheng, not only will you not make any mistakes, but you will also make great contributions to the sect. When the time comes, you will be rewarded according to your merits, and a seat as an earthly immortal will be within your reach."

Yang Long was unmoved: "You, the Supervisor, can't even catch someone, and now you're asking me to help you catch him. Isn't that a bit too much for me?"

"You know whether it's difficult or not."

Zhang Qingyu said coldly: "Yang Long, you are a person who cherishes your life, so don't make mistakes."

"Master, you know me very well. You even know my bad habit of cherishing my life."

Yang Long put his two strong arms around his body, with his back straight, looking down at the people in front of him.

"There are many people with the last name 'Zhang' in the Tianshi Mansion, so naturally there are some fools. Zhang Qinglu is one, and Zhang Qingsheng is another. They don't know what tricks you played in the Japanese area, but I saw it clearly."

Zhang Qingyu smiled and said, "And I know more and more important secrets of yours."

"Tell me, what if I'm really scared?"

Zhang Qingyu couldn't help but frown at Yang Long's attitude, and shouted in a low voice: "Yang Long, if you don't appreciate my kindness, all the dead souls of the Wudang Dao order in this cave will be reduced to ashes!"

Boom!

The thunder sounded again, and white light illuminated Yang Long's suddenly changed expression.

"How do you know?" Yang Long blurted out.

"Zhang Qinglu is a member of the Zhang family, but you played him around in the Japanese area, causing him to die and using his life to get promoted to the Heavenly Master's Mansion. This revealed your evil intentions. After Chen Qisheng rebelled against Longhu Mountain, he became a pure old-school Taoist. You helped him regardless of your own safety. This revealed your evil intentions."

Zhang Qingyu stared at the silent Yang Long and sneered, "Yang Long, you pretend to be afraid of death, but you have done too many things that are not afraid of death."

"I have revealed too many flaws. It seems that what Master said is right. I am indeed not a person suitable for practicing Taoism."

Yang Long smiled bitterly and sighed to the sky.

"Back then, Wudang Mountain was uprooted, leaving you guys to serve as the 'sacrificial hall', doing the useless work of collecting corpses."

Zhang Qingyu said sternly, "You have been hiding for so many years, and you have done your best for Wudang Mountain. You help me find Li Jun's hiding place, and I will help you get rid of these wandering ghosts and become a true Longhu Mountain Daoxu. How do you do it?"

"Why should I be the Taoist master of Longhu Mountain? How dare you say that my fellow disciples are ghosts?"

A sarcastic sneer appeared on Yang Long's rough face.

A sudden, roaring rain enveloped the entire ancient city of Xiangyang, and figures slowly appeared in the streets and alleys.

These people include peddlers, hawkers, fierce gangsters, and honest common people, men and women, young and old.
But when they walked into the rain, they turned into Taoists wearing snow-white robes with the words "Zhenwu" embroidered in gold thread on the lapels and cuffs. Although they stood solemnly in the rain with bare hands, they exuded a courageous flame and cold murderous intent that soared into the sky.

Click.

Zhang Qingyu crushed the tortoise shell in his hand, with undisguised contempt on his face.

"Zhao Yanlong, do you dare to act rashly in front of this dean?"

As soon as the words fell, golden rays of light that did not belong to this world pierced through the dark clouds.

One after another, golden-armored generals will fall from the sky, their swords and spears will tremble, and the sounds will be like the roars of tigers and dragons.

"Jiu Zi years ago, the five of you surrounded and attacked Wu Dang. Today, you and I are the only ones who are free to do so. I will teach you how to write the word 'zaoci'."

A long street in the rain, with humans and gods at the two ends.

The sound of killing shook the sky.

(End of this chapter)