Monks

Chapter 910 Word Test

Zhang was afraid to wait patiently. Seeing that the fortune teller was silent again, he asked in a low voice, "Didn't you sleep again?"

"No, you can't! Have you ever seen someone sleep with their mouth open?" The fortune teller replied quickly. 26nbsp;Zhang was afraid of what he was thinking: I guess this guy doesn't know how to read faces, forget it, there is no need to be serious with him, so he stood up and said, "Forget it, forget it."

"That won't work. If you give the money, it will be counted. I can't owe others anything." The fortune teller was quite determined. "Then you count." Zhang said helplessly.The fortune teller hesitated for a while and said: "Your face, and the palm prints are very wonderful. If you match the horoscope, you should be able to break it very well. But if you forget the horoscope, I am very responsible and can't talk nonsense. How about this? Let's approve the words, what do you think?"

"Okay." Zhang was afraid to reply, he had already decided that this guy was unreliable, and let the fortune teller toss him around.

"Okay, write me the first word you think of now." The fortune teller suddenly shouted.Thanks to Zhang Ao's determination, he was not frightened. He looked down on the table carefully and said, "You don't have a pen and paper."

"Then tell me, why doesn't such an adult know how to be flexible?" The fortune teller made sense.

Zhang was too lazy to argue with him, so he said, "Fear." It was his name, and it was also the first word he thought of.

The fortune teller finally got serious, looked at Zhang Ai's face carefully, even more carefully than when he just looked at his face, and said in a flat voice: "Using the word "fear" to explain luck is nothing more than good or bad, but how can everything in the world be judged so simply? It is said in the book that if one loses one's fortune, one knows it is not a blessing. The change of luck is invisible and unreasonable. The blessing at this time may be the disaster of tomorrow. It is difficult to explain in words. However, what you are looking for is luck, which means that you are not satisfied with your luck. I really don’t need to explain, people will ask for what they lack, if I say that, I’m just coaxing you.”

The fortune teller took a breath and continued: "If you want to understand your luck, you must first understand your character. Every word and action can affect your luck. I asked you to say words, and you said the words you were afraid of without thinking, which shows that there are many things to worry about. In terms of words, the white heart is empty, does not understand the world, and is afraid of people or things that do not understand. Simple. From my point of view, Mr. is strong, confident, kind, courteous, and proud to give money. He is not an ignorant kid who doesn't care about world affairs. It shows that Mr.'s fear is not the fear of confusion, not the fear, but the fear of attachment. It's worry."

Speaking of this, the fortune teller looked at Zhang Fear and saw that his face was expressionless, and continued: "The word "fear" not only means to be afraid, but also to make someone afraid. That is to say, sir has a certain power and can scare others. , coupled with the fact that Mr. is eager for public good and righteousness, and donated money to help me solve my difficulties. Taking the above points together, I can see that Mr. is a good person who values ​​friendship and has great strength. A good person wants to seek luck. Ask for relief. So I don’t need to worry, Mister, for you, luck is what your heart draws, where righteousness lies, and you don’t have to care about troublesome things you encounter.”

"In other words, Mr.'s so-called bad luck is actually caused by yourself. If you don't worry too much and don't bother to do things, you won't encounter difficult problems; but since you are worried, even if you encounter some troubles , but got more, so Mr. will always be afraid of trouble, but keep walking towards trouble." The fortune teller Luo talked for a long time, and he stopped here.

Zhang Ai smiled and listened, and secretly said: "I can really say it. Although what I said is correct, what I said is the same as what I didn't say." When the fortune teller stopped talking, he smiled and said: "That is to say, my luck is still the same. Good or bad, the so-called trouble is just my own trouble, and even if I get into trouble, don't worry about it, because it will benefit me?"

The fortune teller nodded and said yes: "If you hadn't had so many troubles in the past, you wouldn't be what you are today." Zhang Ai asked casually, "What am I like today?" The fortune teller avoided answering, looked at him and said softly Sentence: "You are the first person to come to tell your fortune since I set up a stall." The tone was different from before, as if he knew something.

Zhang Ai asked: "A person like me? What kind of person am I? Does it mean that I am kind? People with good intentions can't tell fortunes?"

The fortune teller smiled, and didn't answer his question. Instead, he pointed to the little black bird on Zhang Ai's shoulder and said, "This bird is not bad." For a long time, motionless like a fake.

Zhang Ai turned his head to look at Xiaoniao, and replied, "Of course not." The fortune teller shifted his gaze to his right hand again, and there was a small green dragon wrapped around his arm in the cuff.The fortune teller seemed to be able to see through clothes, and after a while he looked away and said, "You are fine, you are one of the few good people I have ever met, I hope you live a long life."

Zhang was afraid to listen in a daze, and always felt that the fortune teller had something to say, as if he was hiding something, and seemed to know himself very well, so he said: "Just say one word of fear, in your mouth , I will become a good person?"

The fortune teller chuckled, put on an unpredictable posture and said softly: "What do you think?"

Zhang Ai looked at the fortune teller carefully, looked at it for a while, and said, "What do I say? You are a fortune teller, and I am not. However, I spent 20 taels of silver anyway. Give me the real deal, are you Doesn’t it mean that you don’t know how to read a physiognomy at all? As high as the sky, can you explain a word and say a few nonsense?”

The physiognomist pretended to be angry and said: "Nonsense! The patriarch has been passed down for thousands of years, the gods and ghosts have been judged, and the yin and yang have been judged. You dare to underestimate me and slander me? Tell you, I am very angry, if I don't have money , I will take 20 taels of silver and smash it in your face."

Zhang Afraid continued to stab him: "The No. [-] Physician in the Great Yan Kingdom? This is the case of the ten thousand year inheritance? Ten words are not allowed?"

"That's because Zhuzi has low knowledge, doesn't understand the universe, and misinterpreted what I said. Are you the same as them?" Xiangshi argued.

Zhang Fear chuckled, the more he talked, the more he felt that there was something wrong with this fortune teller, as if it was not as simple as a fortune teller.I was surprised when I left the city just now, it is in this place, maybe it has something to do with fortune tellers.

The primordial spirit was sent out again to investigate his body, but unfortunately they still didn't find it.The physiognomist's body is empty, without spiritual breath, he is an ordinary person.Judging by his appearance and clothes, he is also an ordinary person, and he is a very ordinary ordinary person. He does not have the richness and comfort of rich clothes and fine food, and does not have the chicness of a cultivator. working people.

I laughed at myself in my heart, it seems that today I not only saw a ghost, but also became suspicious.He cupped his hands and said, "It's the brat who was abrupt, thank you, Mr. Jin Yan, and take my leave."

The fortune teller didn't leave him behind, he smiled and raised his hand slightly to say goodbye, Zhang Ai walked towards the east gate again.He probed with words and scanned the fortune-tellers with his spiritual sense, but he had no choice but to give up.But he didn't know that the fortune teller was staring at his back, and said softly: "I still lack a little patience."

Zhang was afraid to go out of the city, and planned to go back to Tianlei Mountain to think again. There is a saying that there are many people, and he wants to gather all the disciples on the mountain to think about it together. I don't believe that the nearly [-] disciples can't think of a way to save Hailing?

At this moment, he no longer thought about separating Hai Ling from the divine formation, nor did he think about finding all the masters to reset the divine formation. He wanted to ask the disciples if there was any way to block the passage.As long as the fish head monsters on the other side of the passage can't come out, everything else is easy to talk about.

After leaving the city, he traveled east for a few miles and came to a place where no one was around. Just as he was about to take off into the air, a miserable cry came from his ears. What is strange to him is that, regardless of the world, wherever there are people, there are bad people. There are really countless strange things.

Flying over, there is a high mountain more than 60 meters away, and there is a road under the mountain.At this time, there were more than a hundred people crowded on the road. On one side were vicious bandits wielding knives and sticks. There were more than 40 people. On the other side were four guards and more than [-] women and children. With the carriage blocking, he was able to barely draw with the opponent.But this tie is only temporary, as long as the gangsters surround them, they will surely die.

There were more than 20 guards running away in the distance, ignoring the robbery of their companions and only caring about their own lives.

There are several huge logs across the road in front of the carriage, behind the logs are three tall horses, and three bandits are sitting immediately, one is wearing soft armor, one is dressed as a scribe, and the other is with his arms open.On the other side of the giant tree were bandits attacking the guards. When Zhang Ai arrived, several people on both sides had already died, and more than a dozen people were injured.

The four guards were desperately trying to take care of the women. A group of women shouted in a panic, and some fled far away. Most of them just stayed on the carriage or sat on the ground and cried. Most of them were young women, and few of them were girls. Zhang was afraid that the cry he heard was their cry.There were more than a dozen carriages on the road, either carrying people or goods, and they all stopped at this moment. The horses pulling the carts were restless, but unfortunately they had no way to go, they were trapped together, and some belongings were scattered beside the carts.

There were many gangsters and few guards, so some gangsters set their minds on the woman, and a dozen gangsters jumped out, each grabbed a woman and walked towards the giant tree, shouting: "Brother, give these to the younger ones!" , there will be better ones in the future.”

The man with open arms said angrily: "Hurry up and do something, if you miss one, I will kill you."

More than a dozen gangsters hurriedly pushed the woman to the ground, leaving two guards behind, and the rest surrounded them again. At this time, Zhang was frightened and stopped with a yell.The sound was as loud as thunder, and the two sides in the fierce battle were all frightened, they stopped and looked over.Several women even fainted to the ground after being frightened by the shout.

The situation in front of him is clear at a glance, it is the bandits robbing the way.But Zhang was afraid of being killed by mistake, so he came to the killing field like light smoke, kicked all the bandits away one by one, and then said to the robbers: "Send them back."

His movements were clean and quick, and he kicked the twenty or so gangsters at the front into the air in an instant, and the rest of the gangsters felt something was wrong, so they took the initiative to step back and stand in a circle.The bandit leader knew that he had met an expert, and the scribes clasped their hands and said, "Brothers in Jiyashan Zhifengzhai are polite. My brother is doing business. The so-called meeting has a share. Please wait a moment, brother, and wait for us to do something good. I will leave a big gift for you." brother."