Prime Minister, I Understand

"what?"

"Show me your hand."

The old man stretched out his hand inexplicably: "Teacher, take a look."

Xu Huang looked at the palmistry carefully, and said, "That's right, that's right, you shouldn't die, the eight-character palmistry is fine, why do you look like you're going to die?"

Even if the old man didn't understand, he could hear it at this moment, and he was very angry: "Well, you are stupid! I will show you the old man, and you are cursing me to death here!"

"Hey." Xu Huang hurriedly said, "No, I wonder why you look like you're going to die, but..."

"You fucking say it!" The old man picked up a plate and threw it at Xu Huang's forehead.

Xu Huang was so frightened that he quickly raised his hand to block it.

But the plate didn't land on Xu Huang's head, and the veins on the old man's forehead were bulging, as if he was trying hard but couldn't use it.

The commotion here has already attracted everyone's attention. At this time, many people looked at Xiang Zhili and saw this miraculous scene.

A person had already opened his mouth and said, "Isn't this Xu Banxian from the east of the city?"

"Ah? Do you know him?"

"Can you not know me? I get beaten once every two days because of the bad talk in that battle, and I can't say anything good. If I didn't carry a kitchen knife with me, I would have been beaten at least twice a day."

"Hey, what happened to the old man? Don't you dare smash it?"

"It doesn't look like it."

Just when everyone was puzzled, the plate flew up from the old man's hand, causing everyone to exclaim.

Then, the plate flew around in the air, and then landed firmly on the table.

"This... this... what's going on here?"

When everyone was panicking, a fairy-like old man in white robes walked in, followed by a middle-aged man in official robes.

After seeing the priest's robe, everyone in the room hurriedly stood up, except for a few who had gained fame, the rest had all knelt down and saluted: "My lord."

The middle-aged man said with a cheerful smile: "Get up, get up, this time the mansion invited everyone to come, it is not for you to fight. If there were no immortal elders just now, I am afraid that the banquet will see blood what."

The Fu Zun spoke lightly, with a slight smile in his voice, but when it fell into everyone's ears, they felt a chill.

The old man was so panicked that he knelt down again as soon as he got up: "My lord makes atonement, my lord makes atonement, this... this... all blame this bull-nosed man, curse the old man to die, I will die for a while!" Can't hold back."

However, the old man with a sense of demeanor looked at Xu Huang indifferently, and said calmly: "For fortune-telling, no one will stop you, but if you confuse people with evil words, the Lord Fu Zun will not spare you. Don't talk too much in the future. "

Xu Huang only felt that this sentence fell into his heart, and his heart was shocked.

As if there was something extra in my body, I wanted to speak, but couldn't.

In the eyes of outsiders, Xu Huang just stood there trembling at this time, obviously frightened.

The old man also nodded slightly, as if very satisfied.

But at this moment, Xu Huang only felt as if there was a breeze blowing in his body, and the feeling of being unable to speak a word just now disappeared instantly.

Then, Xu Huang hurriedly followed up and said: "What the immortal chief taught me! I don't dare to talk nonsense anymore, I don't dare!"

The old man froze suddenly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He didn't understand, how could his technique suddenly fail?

But on the surface, he just said calmly: "Well, it's good to know, this fellow Taoist, who is your teacher?"

Xu Huang hurriedly said: "Master Hong Qingguan Qingfeng Taoist."

The old man frowned: "Hong Qingguan?"

"Yes."

Xu Huang was a little apprehensive when he said this.

The old man was a little confused at this time.

He knew Hong Qingguan, a Taoist temple with decent incense a few decades ago, but... it was all mortals.

Looking at this Taoist, although there is a little aura in his body, but the aura is not concentrated, he is obviously not a monk.

Then why did my spell just fail?

But he didn't say anything, and he was going to try again later.

So he turned his head to look at the Fu Zun, and said with a smile: "Master Fu Zun, let's start."

The Fu Zun nodded, then looked at the crowd with a smile, and said: "The reason why I invite you here this time is because I heard something about Xianqiao, and you are all people who experienced Xianqiao back then."

"The matter of Xianqiao is extremely important to our residence. If we can find Xianqiao, and if there are any immortals who fall outside our residence, it will benefit both sides of the strait. It can be said to be a blessing for all people! But the whereabouts of Xianqiao are strange. , so..."

The mansion venerable was talking, but the old immortal was not paying attention to him, he pointed at Xu Huang and flicked lightly.

A spiritual energy suddenly penetrated into Xu Huang's body.

For a moment, Xu Huang felt a pain in his chest, but his whole body could no longer move.

The old man closed his eyes and meditated, the aura entrusted him with some spiritual thoughts, he wanted to see what was going on with this mortal Taoist priest.

Soon, that aura found the aura in Xu Huang's body, but the moment he saw this aura, a dao rhyme lit up.

At this time, the man of the house was still talking: "So, I need everyone to piece together some information about the fairy bridge, and then let the fairy head determine the location of the fairy bridge."

"Sir, please say a few words."

Fu Zun looked at the old man next to him, but found that the old man's face was pale at this moment!

"Now?" The mansion lord noticed something was wrong, and hurriedly shouted: "What's wrong with you, Immortal Elder?"

The old man opened his closed eyes suddenly, and then, with a movement of his throat, he spat out a mouthful of blood in front of everyone!

Then the whole person fell to the side.

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Xiu Li, who was walking by the river, suddenly stopped, and then looked back.

"What's the matter, master?" Jiang Li saw Xiu Li's strangeness.

"Interesting." The corners of Xiu Li's mouth curled up: "Another person came to touch porcelain."

"Ah for what?"

"Before that Xu Huang almost died, I left him a bit of aura, but...someone actually wanted to take away that aura, tsk, dare to do that if you don't have enough cultivation, it's true Don't be afraid of death."

Jiang Li said strangely: "But, isn't there no monks in Huitong Mansion?"

"It can only be said that we didn't have it when we were there. Maybe someone in the past found out that Xu Huang was strange. Forget it, I don't bother with touching porcelain again. I'm just greedy."

As they spoke, the two continued to move forward. After walking for a while, they saw a figure beside the river.

The two looked at each other, then walked forward.

After a while, the figure became clear.

It was a monk sitting on the bank of the river. This monk looked to be in his twenties, with delicate features.

He was dressed in a monk's robe, sitting cross-legged on the bank of the river.

Xiu Li let out a light snort.

This monk is different from those Western religion people I have seen before.

There are no karmic obstacles on the body and no merit. You must know that all the monks of the Western religion have merit added to their bodies, and their heads are golden.

The monk in front of him is still a monk.

With the cultivation base of Zifu, it is normal for some golden light to come out.

Xiu Li found it interesting, and walked over with Jiang Li. Before he could speak, the monk said, "Benefactor, Ye Liang, don't run around outside with the child?"

Xiu Li laughed: "You monk is quite lenient. Why are you meditating by the river at night?"

The monk didn't turn his head back, and said, "Save the souls of the dead."

Xiu Li raised his eyebrows: "Dead souls? There are only three people here, where did the souls come from?"

"If the benefactor can't see it, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

As he said that, the monk stopped talking to Xiu Li, and silently recited the Dharma.

Jiang Li pulled La Xiuli: "Master, this great monk is so strange."

"It's quite strange." Xiu Li said, "Let's take a look here."

The two of them stood next to the monk and watched him recite the Dharma.

But what this guy was chanting didn't have the slightest mana fluctuation.

The thin aura around him didn't change much, and even the surface of the river didn't have the slightest ripple.

Both Xiu Li and Jiang Li yawned.

Finally, the monk slowly opened his eyes and looked at Xiu Li: "Benefactor, the poor monk has finished his salvation here. Do you still want to watch?"

Xiu Li was amused: "I don't see any fluctuations in spiritual power, and I don't see any dead souls. Monk, what is it that you surpass?"

The monk just said: "There were indeed dead souls here before, but they were picked up by other things, but there are always some who have not left. What the poor monk does is to save them, but judging from the current situation, it seems that the poor monk The way is shallow."

Xiu Li shook his head: "You don't even need mana, so what are you talking about?"

"Benefactor, salvation is in your heart, it doesn't have to require mana." The monk said, stood up, and then bowed slightly to Xiu Li: "The poor monk will leave first."

Saying that, the monk didn't say much, and headed towards Huitong Mansion.

"Strange." A flash of excitement flashed in Xiu Li's eyes, and he shouted, "Monk, what's your name?"

"The poor monk's Dharma name is clearly read, and the donor is destined to see you again."

Xiu Li's heart moved, and he continued: "Are you from the West?"

Next year he paused, then continued to move forward, and replied: "The poor monk is a member of the Buddhist sect."

"Interesting." Xiu Li watched the monk leave the figure, and said in his mouth: "I said before that there are no monks in Huitong Mansion, so why not come here? Forget it, Li'er, let's go back."

"Ah?" Jiang Li suddenly looked confused: "Master, why do you think that once you go out, you go out once. After walking for so long, you have to go back again."

Xiu Li raised his hand and flicked Jiang Li's forehead, and said with a smile, "Anyway, I still have to wait for someone to come, why not wait? Well, just fly back."