Xianji

In the next few days, besides sending his confidantes to keep an eye on his widowed sister-in-law Zhao Lin, Xiao Qing also started to take the precious medicine that Luo Tian gave him to step up his cultivation.A few days ago when the three brothers got together, Xiao Qing discovered that even the eldest brother, who had always been extremely lazy in his cultivation, was about to break through to the beginning of the ninth rank, and after several years of life and death in the frontier army, he was only at the beginning of the ninth rank. Step up, can't help but be eager to win.

Putting these aside, since Luo Tian returned to the Luo family, his whereabouts are still vague, except for occasionally going to the medicine house to discuss some alchemy issues with Ye Wuji, and practicing hard in the Black Lotus Dimension and Mass Burial Mound.That little guy Huang Hao now has a steady stream of panacea to help him cultivate, so he doesn't need to worry too much.

In the early morning of this day, Luo Tian came back from outside the city gate in neat clothes, his face was reddish, and his mouth smelled strongly of alcohol. Who knows what kind of interest Hailao got again today, and even dragged him to drink for most of the day.

With an unusually calm face, Luo Tian walked towards Jubao Pavilion.Today, he especially needs some extremely rare medicinal materials. After thinking about it, in addition to the various medicinal materials grown in his own black lotus space, the entire imperial capital can only produce some of the medicinal materials he needs from time to time.

As the sun first shone, Luo Tian walked leisurely through the streets and alleys, and roadside stalls began to yell and sell one after another.

"Fresh meat buns cost ten cents each!"

"Hot biscuits, fragrant and crispy!"

……

Luo Tian rubbed his hungry belly, bought two hot biscuits, wrapped them in oiled paper, and ate them as he walked.Suddenly, his eyes fell on a very clean and cool fortune-telling booth.

Next to the fortune-telling booth, a wet green bamboo pole was firmly inserted in the center of the gap between the stone slabs. On the bamboo pole was a two-foot-square cloth banner. The words 'Ten Hexagrams and Nine Accuracies' are written, but there is no word in the most central space, just a large and incomprehensible spell drawn on it.

It was this talisman that made Luo Tian happy, because recently when he had nothing to do and flipped through the remnant book that he bought in Jubao Pavilion for 41 taels of silver, he just discovered the words on it, and he couldn't recognize any of them. .Not only that, Luo Tian also consulted many great Confucian talents in the imperial capital, and they were helpless about this.

The fortune teller is about 50 years old, wearing gossip clothes, with two long beards, quite a bit of fairy air.It's just that he is holding a big pancake rolled with braised beef and munching on it, very much like Huang Hao's foodie, and the few traces of goodwill in Luo Tian's heart immediately disappeared.

"Ahem..." Luo Tian walked up to him, seeing that the fortune teller was still devouring his food without distraction, so he had to cough a few times.

"One tael for fortune-telling, one tael for fortune-telling, and two taels for marriage!" the fortune-teller said vaguely without raising his head, his mouth full of flatbread beef.

Luo Tian felt happy, and sat in front of the fortune teller, and cooperated with the fortune teller, two of them, one in the table and the other outside, started to eat.

After a while, the fortune teller hiccupped, raised his eyebrows, and quickly grabbed the sea bowl in front of him, gulping down the water.Soon, the fortune teller put down the bowl, and said with a serious face, "I wonder if this young man is looking for fortune-telling or marriage?"

Luo Tian smiled slightly, opened the folding fan in his hand, and said, "Neither of them."

"You..." The fortune teller's face darkened, "Could it be that the young master has nothing to do to entertain me?"

"No and no." Luo Tian immediately took out a silver ingot and put it on the table, "Sir, don't be angry, I just have one thing to ask, if you can answer to my satisfaction, I will give you an extra 20 taels of silver."

"Oh?" The fortune teller looked at his words and saw that Luo Tian didn't seem to be lying. He waved his sleeves and held the silver ingots on the table in his palms. If you can help me, I will definitely not refuse."

Luo Tian didn't talk nonsense, and pointed to the cloth banner hanging on the side, "Sir, do you know the character in the middle?"

The fortune teller looked up, shook his head and said with a smile, "Master, are you referring to the ancient seal?"

"Exactly."

But the fortune teller smiled wryly, and reluctantly pushed back the silver ingot in his hand, "My lord, it's not that I don't want to earn your silver, it's that the ancient seals are surprisingly difficult to understand, and I only know a few of them."

Hearing this, Luo Tian frowned tightly, a trace of disappointment flashed in his heart, he ignored the silver ingot in front of him, and wanted to get up and leave.

"and many more!"

At this moment, the fortune teller flickered a few times, and then stopped Luo Tian, ​​"Master, I really want to know about the ancient seal characters, so I can recommend someone for you. Those ancient seal characters were written by that person back then." teach."

"Oh, who is it?" Luo Tian's expression changed.

"Master Yuankong of Moyun Temple in the outer city of the imperial capital." The fortune teller looked very dignified, "Master Yuankong is a real eminent monk who is not only proficient in deduction of hexagrams and figures, but also proficient in the study of ancient prose. .”

"Thank you."

Luo Tian threw down a 50 tael silver bill, and disappeared into the crowd in a very elegant figure.

***

In the outer city of the imperial capital, there are several small green hills. As the saying goes, the green hills are long, the distant mountains are close, and the Foshan is small.Along the green stone road, Luo Tian drifted along. Last night, it was windy and windy. The flowers were red and willows were green in the hills, and the fresh grass, trees and soil in the forest were rippling everywhere.

Vaguely, Luo Tian saw the green hills and green waters, the shadows of buildings, the shadows of palaces and pavilions, and the depths of the green hills, there were several clear and clear bells, lingering in the mountains and fields.

With Luo Tian's current body speed, even though he didn't run fast, he arrived in front of Moyun Temple in a short while.

On the dark red temple wall, there are countless tiny ivy and small white flowers. Outside the not-so-large temple gate, there is a young novice monk in gray cleaning the fallen leaves and sundries in front of the gate with a broom.

"Little master." Luo Tian was dressed in green clothes, holding a folding fan in his hand, and matched his exquisitely beautiful face, unspeakably chic, "May I ask if Master Yuankong is in the temple?"

Hearing the sound of people, the little novice monk in gray quickly stopped his hands, clasped his palms together, bowed his body and said, "Amitabha! This benefactor, can you wait for a moment, and the little monk will inform you."

"Thank you little master." Luo Tian smiled faintly, and made a gesture of invitation very politely.

After a while, the little novice led an old monk with white eyebrows and white beard out of the temple. Looking at the old monk's striding strides as he walked, Luo Tian knew that the old monk must have martial arts.

"Amitabha!" The old monk clasped his hands together, a string of crystal Buddhist beads hung down from his neck, and a faint scent of sandalwood radiated from the bright yellow monk's robe.

"Excuse me, but Master Yuankong? You are being polite here." Luo Tian described his manner as impeccable.

"It's the old monk." Master Yuan Kong proclaimed the Buddha's name, "I don't know why the little benefactor finds the poor monk...Huh?"

At this moment, Master Yuan Kong raised his lowered eyebrows, glanced at Luo Tian, ​​his expression changed drastically, and he hurried forward, "I wonder if the little benefactor can show me his left hand?"

Luo Tian glanced at Master Yuan Kong in bewilderment, but still stretched out his left hand flatly.

Master Yuan Kong held Luo Tian's left hand and looked carefully for a long time before he sighed heavily, and then murmured: "Change fate against the sky, change fate against the sky... good or bad is unpredictable..."

At the same time, Luo Tian's face changed drastically, and the old monk was so good at divination and arithmetic!