Martial Arts? I Don't Know How To Do It, But I Only Know Magic!

The people around were stunned, is this?

If you refund the money without being able to calculate it, then you are ruining your own stall, which is ruining your own job.

Not paying attention to the eyes of the people around him, the fortune teller walked up to Henry Zhang, gave him a Taoist ceremony, and then said:

"I can't predict the future of my fellow Taoist, so I'll return the fortune-telling money. As agreed, I'm going to close the mountain immediately and never go out to tell fortunes again."

Henry Zhang asked curiously: "You called me Taoist friend, did you figure something out?"

The fortune teller wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a wry smile: "I have spent all my life learning, but I haven't seen anything. Just trying to see your future has shortened my life by ten years."

Unknowingly, the fortune teller's black hair had turned a little gray, and his face was obviously much older than before.

Henry Zhang did not ask any more questions. It seemed that his future was also shrouded in the system, so he said:

"It's a good day to harvest the mountains today. The money you earn will be enough for you to have enough food and clothing for the rest of your life.

Let's do this. If you lose ten years of your life just to calculate a hexagram for me, then it will be regarded as a hexagram gold. Today, I will also calculate a hexagram for you. What do you think? "

The fortune teller was overjoyed. The person in front of him was unfathomable. Even though he had lost ten years of his life, he only calculated that the person in front of him was a member of the Taoist sect.

That's why the fortune teller bowed to Henry Zhang, and it was also the etiquette in the Taoist sect.

The fortune teller saluted Henry Zhang again, nodded ecstatically and replied: "Yes, of course I am willing."

Henry Zhang smiled, counted with his fingers, and said to him: "You and I are destined to meet each other. You deserve this fate. As long as you stop telling fortunes for others, you can spend the rest of your life in peace. Twenty Today, one year from now, will be the end of your life.”

When the fortune teller heard this, he was very happy. Anyone can do the fortune teller, but he can't do it for himself. If he doesn't do it right, he will die on the spot.

Twenty years are still twenty years of peace. In this world where there are more and more demons, this is too precious.

Fortune teller: "Before my master died, he left a last word. If I encounter someone who cannot tell my fortune and will give me ten years of life, I will take him to the grave to see him."

The prerequisite is that it must be fifty years before his death. Needless to say, it has been fifty years. "

Henry Zhang was stunned and asked: "Can you tell me about your master, how long has it been since he passed away?"

Fortune teller: "Forty-nine years, tomorrow will be exactly fifty years."

Henry Zhang counted his fingers and nodded: "Then let's go!"

Before the fortune teller could speak, Henry Zhang took him and the little fox and disappeared into the crowd again in full view, leaving behind a mysterious legend.

………………

In a bamboo forest, Henry Zhang and the fortune teller suddenly appeared here. The fortune teller had just landed and his expression was very shocked. I am afraid that he has not met a fairy with this kind of magical method.

Henry Zhang: “Where?”

Although he said he could figure out the location, the area was completely covered with bamboo, there was no monument, and he couldn't even see a small grave mound. How could he find it?

Could it be said that his calculations are inaccurate?

When the fortune teller heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he gestured to Henry Zhang's feet with his eyes, as if to say, if you step on such a big grave, why don't you count 13 in your heart.

It was a bit embarrassing now. He stepped on his master's grave in front of his disciples. Henry Zhang left quickly, saluted a few times at the grave, and apologized quickly. No matter what, he was really rude.

The fortune teller waved his hand and said quickly: "It doesn't have to be like this. This is the tomb I set up for my master, not the real cemetery."

Henry Zhang: “Then where is our master really buried?”

The fortune teller smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know."

Henry Zhang couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. As a disciple, you can't even find the grave of your master. This is too bad.

Fortune teller: "The tomb here was chosen by Master. I dug it up myself. Master put the contents inside, and then I filled them back in."

Good guy, build a tomb for yourself, Henry Zhang said in his heart, "Niu 13, this operation, even if the wall doesn't agree, I will obey you."

The fortune teller continued: "Actually, the master did not accept me as his disciple. It was just by chance that I met him, and then I served him for ten years.

He said that we had a ten-year relationship, but we were destined but not destined, so he could not accept me as his disciple. Despite this, I still called him master.

In the past ten years, he taught me many astrology and divination techniques as a reward.

Because of this, I went from being a poor boy with a bare family to having no worries about food and clothing.

On the day when he was ten years old, Master suddenly said that our relationship was over and asked me to build a tomb for him and let me announce to the public that he was dead.

Then he gave me a few instructions and left. I don’t know whether he is alive or dead now.

When I met you today, I realized that Master was there decades ago. Even today, please dig up the grave.

The letter Master wants to give you is in it. "

This person is really awesome. He could have counted it to this day decades ago, but he is too arrogant.

With a wave of Henry Zhang's hand, the soil from the tomb flew up automatically and piled up into a hill on one side, revealing the coffin inside in about ten seconds.

The coffin was well preserved with no signs of decay, but no matter how Henry Zhang used his magic power, the coffin lid would not move at all and could not be opened.

Henry Zhang could only stop and look at the fortune teller.

When the fortune teller saw this, he suddenly slapped his forehead and said quickly: "Look at my memory, I will do it."

The fortune teller walked up to the coffin, bowed to it, and said, "Master, the destined person you have been waiting for has arrived."

As soon as he finished speaking, the coffin lid exploded and flew out of the pit.

Inside the coffin, in addition to a set of clothes, there was also a letter. On the envelope, the four characters "Zhang Xuan personally express" were clearly written.

Henry Zhang waved his hand, took the letter into his hand, and thought secretly:

"This man is really amazing. Not only can he figure out the future, he can even figure out the names of people in the future. I guess he is still alive. I really want to meet him."

Henry Zhang took out the letter from the coffin, and the tomb collapsed instantly. Seeing this, the fortune teller bowed to Henry Zhang and left. The master's task was completed and he had nothing to do with him anymore.

Looking at the fortune teller's back getting further and further away, Henry Zhang smiled and gently opened the envelope.

He was very curious about what this mysterious man wanted to say to himself decades ago.

You must know that Henry Zhang in this world is only twenty-two years old, and this mysterious man, as early as nearly fifty years ago, calculated that Henry Zhang, who did not know where he was, would come here, and his name was "Xuan Zhang" .