Fantasy Westward Journey: I bring the system Changan fortune-telling

He didn't listen to Hu Xiaobai's advice, and after going back to clean up, Li Xiang still went out.After dealing with lunch, I came to the old place on the streets of Dongshi again.

Because of the existence of Li Xiang's hexagram stall on this cross street, it attracted a lot of people, and the surrounding vendors also benefited a lot. When they saw Li Xiang coming, they greeted each other with great enthusiasm.

Li Xiang responded with a smile, calmly set up the booth, and the crowd waiting in front of the booth rushed over.

One person held up the bamboo card in his hand and said loudly: "I am No. 130 No. [-], and it's my turn today!"

Most of the people knew the rules, and they gathered around to see the fun, so they made way for No. 130 to enter Li Xiang's booth.

Li Xiang looked intently, and saw that this man was wrapped in a white cloth, with blond hair and blue eyes, a burly figure and rich clothes, he was actually a barbarian.

Hu Shang sat on the ponytail in front of Li Xiang and spoke fluent Tang official dialect: "My name is Hezlu, and I am a Persian businessman from the Western Regions. I have been in Chang'an for more than a year. The goods I brought are sold out. I have also purchased the goods to take back, and I am planning to leave for Persia in the near future, Li Banxian, I would like to ask you to calculate whether my return journey is safe."

Li Xiang asked: "Have you ever brought a map?"

Hezlu took out a scroll from his arms and spread it out in front of Li Xiang's booth. It was a fairly detailed map with a red line marked on the map, which was Hezlu's route back to Persia.

Li Xiang pinched his fingers to calculate, and said: "The hexagram gold is 100 taels."

Without hesitation, Hezlu took out two large silver ingots of 50 taels from his bosom, put them on Li Xiang's table, and said, "Please guide the maze."

Li Xiangdao: "You are going west to go home on this trip, the road is full of difficulties and dangers, poor calculations, if you can't cross the border of the Tang Dynasty, you will perish on the border of the Tang Dynasty."

Hezlu was shocked, and said: "What should I do, please tell me, is there a robber or a natural disaster?"

Li Xiang shook his head, seeing that there were many people around, he said: "You stretch out your hand."

Hezlu stretched out his hand upon hearing this, and Li Xiang used his finger as a pen to write the word "demon" on Hezlu's palm.

Hezlu traveled north and south, heard or heard, already knew the existence of demons, he felt trembling, and said: "Please save me!"

Li Xiang persuaded: "Pin Dao advises you to put down your desire to go home and settle down in Chang'an for now."

Hezlu said: "When I left home, my wife was pregnant and my parents were both sick. I came east to Datang with a desperate heart to fight for a fortune. Now that I have made some money, why don't I go home to raise my wife and children and serve my parents? Also ask the half-immortal to guide a certain way home!"

Li Xiang gave a thumbs up and said: "What a man of love and righteousness! How about this, you remember the words of the poor, set off in April, go west, if you see a temple called Fuyuan Temple, stop immediately Get off, turn the horse's head, go south for two hundred miles, and then go west again, avoiding the area of ​​two hundred miles, it will save you from this catastrophe. But you have to keep in mind that you will not enter the forest when you go west. If you walk around the mountains and walk along the main road, whether you can return to your hometown smoothly or not depends on your luck."

Hezlu carefully wrote down Li Xiang's words, bowed and said, "Thank you, Banxian, for your guidance!"

Li Xiang said again: "If you have acquaintances who want to go back to the Western Regions, you can tell them the words of the poor, avoid the area west of Fuyuan Temple, and don't be that dead ghost!"

Hezlu nodded: "I've made a note, and I thanked the half-immortal for the good deeds of other friends."

After Hezlu left, No. 130 and No. 130 stepped forward, one for a combination of horoscopes and one for auspicious time, both of which were small businesses.Li Xiang didn't dislike it either, so he collected dozens of papers, calculated with all his heart, and informed the two of them.

The surrounding people were disappointed to see that Li Banxian could not show his supernatural powers today, and scattered.

Today, in less than half an hour, the business was done, and I met a big client and made a lot of money. Li Xiang was very satisfied.

The sun in March was slightly warm, and it was a good time to sleep. Li Xiang was not in a hurry to close the stall, so he stood the Pingjin sail at a different angle, slightly covering the sun, and then leaned on the table and slapped the little fox. White, placed between the arms, used to pillow the face.

Hu Xiaobai's body is soft, his hair is soft, and there is still some warmth. It is very comfortable to lie on the pillow. Li Xiang couldn't help but groan happily.

Hu Xiaobai rolled his eyes, but he was used to it.Ever since she joined Mrs. Li Xiang, she has no worries about eating and drinking. She eats fruits that can increase her cultivation every day, and she can also be taught magical powers. It is much better than living on the streets of West Market before.Thinking of this, Hu Xiaobai's eyes became softer. Looking back at Li Xiang's cheek, he suddenly stuck out his pink tongue and licked it.

"He~tui~" He licked his mouthful of oil, Hu Xiaobai was very disappointed, this man's hygiene, I can't count on it.

Li Xiang slept very soundly, and suddenly his heart started beating fast, Li Xiang woke up suddenly, his back was already sweating profusely.

"What's going on? I was hit by a crow when I went out today, and now I'm terrified again. What's going to happen?"

Li Xiang looked around, looking for some clues, and saw two bald monks walking up the street, one old and one young, both of them were ragged and ugly.

The two monks came to stand in front of Li Xiang's hexagram booth, Li Xiang got up and said, "What are the two masters doing in front of the Pindao booth?"

The old monk clasped his hands together, saluted, and said: "The poor monk, master and disciple came all the way to this Chang'an area, and I heard that Daoist Li is a well-known expert, so I came here for a while."

Li Xiang said modestly: "Poverty is a trivial trick, but a street peddler can't be regarded as a superior person. What advice do the two masters have?"

The old monk said: "The poor monk has a volume of scriptures, and I would like to discuss it with the Taoist priest."

Li wanted to know how much he weighed, but he was just a fake Taoist priest, and the Taoist classics were not very clear, let alone the Buddhist classics. He immediately shook his head and refused: "Master, I am afraid that he has found the wrong person. The poor Taoist does not understand the scriptures of your religion. .”

The old monk said with a smile: "Everyone in the world can understand something when they listen to my Buddhist scriptures. May the Taoist priest listen to it?"

Li Xiang only felt confused for a while, and said in a strange way: "Then just listen to it."

The old monk slowly began to speak the scriptures.

"So I heard..." Li Xiang only heard these four words clearly in a daze, only felt that the world was spinning, the spiritual platform was ignorant, he couldn't control his body, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

"Li Xiang! Li Xiang! Wake up! This monk is confusing your mind! Quickly use the 'Jing Qing Jue'!" The dream elf shouted in panic in his mind.

Li Xiang showed a struggling face, and gained a moment of clarity, without hesitation, he used the special skill "Jing Qing Jue" that comes with the equipment.

Feeling a burst of cold air, Li Xiang's dazed state was relieved immediately, and the things the old monk said disappeared in his mind instantly.

Li Xiang was dripping with sweat and couldn't speak for a while.

Seeing this, the old monk showed regret, and said: "It seems that the Taoist priest has no destiny with the Buddha, and the poor monk will go."

After finishing speaking, he took his apprentice with him, turned around and left, and disappeared into the crowd in a few steps.

After panting for a while, Li Xiang slowly came back to his senses, gritted his teeth and said, "Monk! How dare you cast spells to control me, I'm so fucking with you!"

It's a pity that the number of times of fortune-telling is gone today, otherwise I would like to find out the origin of your heel!