Unscrupulous stick: kidnap a regent to farm

Chapter 90 The Unexpected Person 2
Before the abbot could answer, the middle-aged man in the silver brocade robe was looking gloomy and was about to leave. He was in a hurry and seemed to want to catch up, but he knew he couldn't do that at this moment. Go after the middle-aged man, and deal with the boy in white shirt by himself.

"You can, son, please come with me." After leaving the words, the abbot wanted to leave.

Before he could move, the boy in white shirt said, "What's the matter? Didn't you do it on the spot? Do you want to do it for me in private?"

The abbot gritted his teeth and looked at him, "My Raksha Temple helps people tell fortunes, and I always only tell the fortune tellers to one person."

"Oh, I thought it would be different this time, and the fortune-telling would be different." The boy in white shirt said regretfully.

The abbot didn't say anything, and wanted to lead him away and expose the matter.

It never occurred to me that the white-clothed boy didn't intend to let him go, "Then, can I ask the fortune-teller to do a fortune-telling for me in front of so many people?"

The abbot was a little annoyed, and was about to say something with a sullen face, when a crisp voice suddenly sounded from the crowd, "What do you want?"

The voice brightened the abbot's eyes, and he quickly turned his gaze to the place where he spoke.

There were quite a few people around Long Yuejiao, but when she said a word, the people around her took a step back, they wanted to see clearly who this talkative person was.

Because of this, the abbot, Fang Zheng and others standing on the high platform could see her very clearly.

Seeing her confident look, the abbot glanced at Fangzheng and asked, "What do you think she wants to do?"

Fangzheng shook his head, and looked back at him, "You'll know it just by looking at it."

The abbot pursed his lips and sighed worriedly.

Seeing this, Fangzheng said softly, "Isn't she following along to make trouble?"

"It's better!" the abbot snorted.

Fangzheng frowned and remained silent, looking at Long Yuejiao intently.

After the interaction between the abbot and Fangzheng, the white-clothed boy has calmly looked at Long Yuejiao from top to bottom.

He hooked his lips and chuckled, and said, "Can it be anything?"

"As long as it's not whimsical, it's fine." Long Yuejiao replied.

The boy in the white shirt... Oh, he is Junfeng. Junfeng stroked his cuffs and said, "Then do you figure out who I am?" He directly appointed Long Yuejiao to do the calculation, as if he knew she was the one behind the scenes. same as people.

Long Yuejiao's heart skipped a beat uncomfortably, and said, "My lord, I don't know how to tell fortunes, and I'm not a master of fortune-telling."

"Oh, you don't know how to count? Then why did you come out and ask?" Jun Feng asked funny.

The streamer in Long Yue's delicate eyes turned, and she said in a soft voice, "I came out, just to tell you the fortune-telling result you want."

"You don't know how to calculate, how do you know what the fortune-telling result I want?" He asked.

Long Yuejiao was waiting for this sentence. Hearing this, she said leisurely, "The fortune teller in the temple knew that you were the lucky one early on. He has already told me the result of what you want to calculate."

"Really? Who are you and him? Why did he tell you? Why didn't he say it himself?"

"I am Wangnian's acquaintance with the master, and I know him very well. Why did he tell me the result... I didn't ask about it, he just confessed it to me, son, could it be that you have to ask the master to tell you personally, You just believe it?"

Unexpectedly, Long Yuejiao would be so straightforward, Junfeng was speechless.

After a while, seeing that he was silent, Long Yue said, "Master, do you still want to hear the result? If you don't listen, this opportunity will be lost."

"Listen!" Jun Feng dropped a word heavily.

"The young master is an extraordinary person, a figure above the tens of millions, and a..."

Before Long Yuejiao finished speaking, Jun Feng said, "It's very accurate, even if this opportunity has been used, remember, you still owe me three opportunities, and I will definitely come to ask for it!"

Leaving aside the words, Jun Feng was supported by several people and left the Rakshasa Temple.

As soon as he left, Long Yuejiao raised her voice, "The first lucky person has come out, abbot, it's time to choose ten predestined people? How will these predestined people be selected?"

Choosing the lucky one is the most important thing, so Long Yuejiao didn't plan much about choosing the destined person. When she heard her say this time, the abbot and Fang Zheng were taken aback at the same time.

In the next second, they all looked at Long Yuejiao.

Long Yuejiao lost her eyes at them.

I don’t know if they understood or not. After a while, the abbot suddenly said that the predestined people are determined by lottery. They will take out a lottery bucket. In this lottery bucket, there are ten red lottery sticks. It means ten predestined people. If they are lucky enough to draw one, they will get a fortune-telling from a master of fortune-telling at the next temple fair.

When the words came out, the crowd immediately boiled up, clamoring for a draw.

The abbot immediately greeted Jing and they brought the lottery barrels, and asked everyone present to draw lots.

Although Long Yuejiao didn't plan for a destined person, the abbot himself thought of a way to draw lots. He didn't plan to make such a big splash, but now that Long Yuejiao pushed him, he had to use it to deal with it.

Seeing that everyone was very interested, the abbot felt somewhat comforted.

It is said that people who are destined to be drawn are drawn by lottery, but not everyone has the opportunity to draw. After the ten red lots have been drawn, even if there are still lots, there is no need to continue.

Therefore, about half an hour later, there were complaints from the crowd.

"It's boring, this is the end, dare I wake up early this morning and come here for nothing?"

"That's right, I didn't lose a single benefit, and I wasted my rest time!"

"Hey, I said, who said the emperor is coming? Why didn't you see him?"

……

I don't know who shouted this sentence, and then someone shouted, "We want to see the emperor, we want to see the emperor."

Everyone likes to follow the crowd, and once someone yelled this sentence, everyone yelled, and the voice was so neat.

In an instant, it resounded over the Rakshasa Temple.

Seeing this fluctuation, the abbot raised his voice in displeasure, "Who said the emperor is coming? Who said the emperor is coming?"

However, his voice was too thin, and everyone continued to shout as if they hadn't heard it.

The abbot was a little helpless, looking at Fang Zhengdao, "What should we do now?"

Fangzheng shrugged, "Cold salad, I don't know what to do?"

The abbot frowned, thinking of something, he hurriedly turned his eyes to Long Yuejiao for help, but suddenly found that Long Yuejiao was no longer in her original position, where did she go?

Just as he was wondering, a voice sounded in his ear, "Tell them, the one who left just now is the emperor."

"Huh?" the abbot murmured.

Long Yuejiao snorted softly, said nothing more, left them aside and left quickly.

The abbot wanted to catch up, but was stopped by Fangzheng, "Don't chase, follow her words."

The abbot hesitated for a while, and asked Jinghe to say what Long Yuejiao said just now with internal force.

When the sound came out, the space seemed to freeze instantly, and the next second, everyone ran towards the outside of the Rakshasa Temple in unison.

Seeing that the matter was resolved, the abbot didn't hesitate at all, and hurriedly chased in the direction Long Yuejiao left.

(End of this chapter)