Reborn Jinshan Temple

Chapter 60 Jinghe Dragon King
The fisherman’s name is Zhang Shao, and he was originally a failed scholar. Many frustrated scholars like him will embark on a romantic way of enjoying mountains and rivers. It is probably for this purpose that he chose fishing for a living at first, but people always need to live. With a certain material foundation, he finally managed to improve his life by relying on the few golden carps he caught. Seeing the prosperity of the imperial capital, and listening to those singing and dancing, it was the time for his ambitions. Get it all.

The Jing River was still so turbid, and he skillfully threw the fishing net into the river, holding a fluke in his heart, silently waiting for a miracle to happen.The golden river surface reflected a piece of purple gold on his face.Suddenly, the light in front of him dimmed, and several men in black armor surrounded him.

He raised his head subconsciously, but what he saw were faces with green faces and fangs, "You, you..."

What responded to him was a series of sharp sharp edges, and those unknown strange weapons stabbed him into a hedgehog almost instantly.

The fishing boat was broken and sank into the river with the rough waves...

Yuan Shoucheng, who was far away in Chang'an City, looked at the direction of the Jing River and sighed. After all, the fisherman did not heed his warning.

Although those golden carps haven't faded into mortal bodies yet, they already have some potential to jump over the dragon's gate. They are the backup force of the Dragon Palace. It doesn't matter if they catch a few occasionally, but if things go on like this, they will eventually attract the attention of the Dragon Palace. What's more, this fisherman didn't know how to restrain himself, and even told about him.

Yuan Shoucheng thought about the cold men in black he saw in the crowd today, and kept pinching his fingers to make calculations.

It stands to reason that there are so many great Confucians in Chang'an City who are intimidating, and the monsters can't come in at all, but the Dragon Palace has always been rich, and it is not surprising that there are some magic weapons that can cover up the monsters, and it is obvious that the Dragon Palace was able to use these magic weapons. high level...

Yuan Shoucheng wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and suddenly his eyes lit up: misfortune is where blessings lie, perhaps, this incident is also a good opportunity for him.

Thinking about it, he calculated again.

With the first ray of sunlight shining on the bluestones in the street, Chang'an City became lively again.

Yuan Shoucheng set up a hexagram booth early on. Although he has always adhered to the rule of only counting three hexagrams a day, his reputation has gradually spread in the city over time.

"...Weiji, levying evil, benefiting the great river... Although this hexagram is dangerous, it also contains some turning points. You just need to do this..." Yuan Shoucheng sat upright at the hexagram stall, talking eloquently.

People come and go on the street, ordinary divination, he just glanced at it, without even pinching his knuckles, he can clearly explain what the querent is asking for, even if the querent is doomed, he can In just a few words, he revealed the method of transforming calamity.For him, the reason why he enjoys this and that is more often just to experience the satisfaction of controlling his destiny.

At this moment, a tall figure blocked the sunlight in front of the booth.

"Today's trigram is over, let's do it next time." Yuan Shoucheng said casually, and when he looked up, he saw a scribe in brocade clothes.

"Who knows about birth, old age, sickness and death, I will count the misfortunes and fortunes of the day and night." The scribe knocked on the tiger's mouth with his fan, and said with a smile, "It's a bit interesting, but I don't know if it's so powerful."

Yuan Shoucheng looked at the shadow of a dragon amidst the aura of luck, and smiled proudly: "Of course, even in these four seasons, poor people can be counted!"

The scribe raised his eyebrows, as if he had heard a big joke, he shook his head and chuckled: "Really, then make a fortune for me."

Yuan Shoucheng seemed to have forgotten his rule of only counting trigrams every day, "What do you want to count?"

"Then how about counting the weather here?"

Yuan Shoucheng took out the tortoise shell, and after a while of divination, he finally said, "The top of the cloud-misty mountain, the fog-covered forest tops, if you want to count the matter of Yunze, it must be in the Ming Dynasty."

There was a little disdain in the eyes of the scribe: "Hehe, then I don't know when it will rain tomorrow, and how much rain will it have?"

Yuan Shoucheng pinched his fingers and calculated: "There was thunder at the time, and it rained at noon, and it rained enough before the time. We got a total of three feet, three inches and 48 points of water."

"Haha!" The scribe snorted, "If it rains tomorrow, according to the number of hours you break, I will give you 50 taels of tuition. tear up your signboard, and drive you out of Chang'an City, and you are not allowed to confuse people with lies here!"

Yuan Shoucheng was full of confidence, stroked his beard and said, "Then you should prepare 50 taels of gold."

The scribe was in a hurry and left in a huff.

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In the Jinghe Dragon Palace, the scribe who asked the hexagram earlier transformed into a majestic old man with dragon horns. He sat on the couch and hummed, "Mr.

Prime Minister Gui refilled his wine glass, "Mr. Long, what do you say?"

The scribe was the Dragon King of the Jinghe River. He took a sip of fine wine and said with a smile, "I asked him when it will rain, and he said it will rain on the day. There was thunder, it rained at noon, and it rained enough before the time, and got three feet three inches and 48 points of water, and still looked like a winner, really laughing at the king."

"Hahaha..." Prime Minister Gui also burst into laughter, "Longjun is the governor of the Eight Rivers, the god of rain, whether it rains or not, you know how to sell divination~"

Just as he was speaking, there was a voice in the void: "Jinghe Dragon King accepts the order!"

A yellow turban warrior came through the air, holding an imperial edict in his hand, and looked at everyone in the Dragon Palace expressionlessly.

Jinghe Dragon King shook the wine glass in his hand, said disapprovingly: "Tell me, what is it?"

The warrior frowned, but with his strength, he still didn't dare to show his face to the Dragon King, and immediately read: "Order the Dragon King of Jinghe River, drive away the thunder and strike the lightning, and give Yuze tomorrow to help Chang'an City... "

The wine glass in Jinghe Dragon King's hand turned into powder silently, and he opened his mouth wide. How could this be possible? Even the number of raindrops was exactly as the fortune teller said!
A strange look flashed in Prime Minister Gui's eyes. He watched the yellow-turban warrior leave and was about to speak, but was preempted by the underage little dragon who had been kept by the Dragon King's side and said, "Father, this matter I'm afraid it's a little weird."

Jinghe Dragon King frowned, could it be that someone is plotting against him...

When Prime Minister Gui met him, he stepped forward and said, "That's not necessarily the case. It is rumored that Fuxi deduced the divination method of this human race from Hetu Luoshu, and he has comprehended the profoundness, which is comparable to the inverse knowledge of the future in Tiangang Transformation." must be strong..."

Xiao Nilong smiled disdainfully: "It is true that the divination method of the human race has its own unique features, but the prime minister, don't forget that the fortune teller is only a monk in the foundation establishment period."

Jinghe Dragon King smiled wryly: "My son, you must underestimate this human race. Maybe that Taoist priest does have some skills." In the long life of a dragon, he has often witnessed those amazingly talented human races stand out... But when he thought that he was going to lose the bet with that fortune-telling Taoist priest, he felt a little embarrassed.

Prime Minister Gui seemed to have seen through his thoughts, and said with a smile: "If Lord Long is worried about the bet, we can make some small changes to the points at that time..."

"This matter is absolutely unacceptable, the rules of heaven are strict, if the judicial god finds out..." Xiao Qilong looked nervous.

But the Dragon King of Jinghe snorted: "Don't say that Yang Jian's child can't detect the change of cloud and rain at all, if he really knows, it's possible that he still wants to kill his relatives righteously, beheading me..." Although Yang Jian has already married Xi Hai three times The princess reconciled, but after all, she was related to Xihai by marriage. He knew that the third prince of the Dragon King of Xihai violated the rules of heaven, and it was Yang Jian who asked someone to rescue him from Guanyin Bodhisattva.Yang Jian also called him "uncle" at any rate, but he didn't believe that the other party would be so stern and selfless.

Although Xiao Qilong faintly felt that this matter was a bit inappropriate, but no one told others to speak lightly, Jinghe Dragon King and the tortoise prime minister discussed it again, and finally made up his mind.

The next day, when it was time for the rain, the Dragon King of Jinghe deliberately moved a little earlier, made some subtle changes in the amount of rainfall, and went to Chang'an city full of ambition, intending to fulfill the bet with the fortune teller.

Unexpectedly, before he could open his mouth, the Taoist priest had already shouted: "How courageous, you violated the rules of heaven, and dare to come here to look for me at this time!"

"You..." Jinghe Dragon King was taken aback.

"What are you!" Yuan Shoucheng said, pacing around beside him, "You changed the time of the rain without permission and deducted the amount of rain, I'm afraid you will have to go to the Dragon Terrace..."

Jinghe Dragon King was startled and angry, he made some calculations secretly, and suddenly felt something was wrong: "Sir, please save my life!"

Yuan Shoucheng began to pat him on the shoulder inadvertently, "You have violated the rules of heaven, how can you save me as a mere mortal?"

Naturally, the Dragon King of Jinghe didn't believe it. The fortune teller not only calculated the correct number of clouds, hours and rain, but also calculated his violation of the rules of heaven. In his eyes, he had already become extremely unpredictable.

Yuan Shoucheng couldn't bear his entanglement, and sighed deeply, "In this case, I will show you a way to survive. Whether you succeed or fail depends entirely on your own good luck. In the future, don't bother me."

The Dragon King of Jinghe was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Never disturb, never disturb."

Yuan Shoucheng nodded and said, "The executioner who beheaded you is Wei Zheng, a minister of the Tang Emperor."

"Wei Zheng?" Jinghe Dragon King was thoughtful.

"It's Wei Zheng, he is the courtier of Tang Wang Li Shimin, if you can ask Li Shimin to hold Wei Zheng back, maybe you still have a chance to survive."

The Dragon King of Jinghe River was overjoyed and gave a heavy salute before leaving.

Yuan Shoucheng looked at his back and sighed for a while, and after a long time, his eyes fell on the dragon-shaped purple air wrapped around his finger, "That's your fate, what the poor do, it's just obeying the fate That's all..."

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However, after the Jinghe Dragon King returned to the Dragon Palace, he knew that it was Huode Xingjun who impeached him this time. As for Yang Jian, who he placed great hopes on, it seemed that he went to Beiju Luzhou to suppress demons, and did not did not appear.

He remembered Yuan Shoucheng's words. During the process of being escorted to the Longtai, he separated a soul to ask Li Shimin for help.

Perhaps it was because he was also in the upper ranks. Regarding Li Shimin's mentality, the Jinghe Dragon King was very accurate. Li Shimin was soon in the cloud of being praised, so he agreed to his request and invited Wei Zheng to come to play chess. In this way, the opponent can be held back, so as to leave a glimmer of life for the Dragon King of Jinghe. After all, the operation of the Heavenly Court is most concerned with timing. The Dragon King of Jinghe would have enough time to ask someone to intercede.

It's a pity that Wei Zheng actually fell asleep while playing chess, and completed this dragon-slaying task in his dream.

The Dragon King of Jinghe who was originally full of hope died suddenly and tragically. After his death, he was full of resentment. The dragon soul turned into a ghost and began to wreak havoc near Chang'an City.

When Li Yi knew about this, it was because Zhong Kui encountered this dragon soul ghost in the process of catching ghosts.

"What, the Dragon King of Jinghe has already been beheaded by Wei Zheng!" Li Yi didn't expect so many things to happen in this retreat, and looked at Zhong Kui who was in a panic in front of him and said in surprise.

Zhong Kui nodded: "The Dragon King of Jinghe River is stronger, and the ghost formed by the wronged soul is stronger than the toad spirit last time. Fortunately, he can't enter this Chang'an city, otherwise the master will never see you again." I'm poor~"

The corner of Li Yi's mouth twitched, as if someone wanted to see you.However, he also knew that the current Tang Dynasty was at its peak, and the Luck Golden Dragon was powerful and mighty, even if it was a ghost-level existence, it would not dare to approach it easily.

At this moment, the vitality over the entire Chang'an City fluctuated violently.

Li Yi subconsciously used Ziwei Doushu's Qi Wang technique to look at the core of the fluctuation, and saw above the palace, a purple-gold dragon of luck was being suppressed by a Buddha sticker emitting golden light.

"Yan Mani Pa Mi Moo!" The six big characters on the Buddhist post continued to flicker until the luck dragon completely sank into the ground, and then gradually faded away.

Li Yi opened his mouth wide, and Zhong Kui's exclamation was already heard in his ears: "Damn it, that evil dragon and ghost chased it in~"

But he was obviously a little unfounded, the ghost transformed into the Dragon King of Jinghe didn't notice him at all, and flew directly to the direction of the palace, roaring: "Li Shimin, give me back my life, give me back my life! "

(End of this chapter)