100 Billion Internet Celebrity Celestial Master

In a small building deep in the courtyard.

The bald man with a bruised nose and a swollen face knelt on the carpet without moving. He was stared at by a dozen pairs of green or blue eyes, but what he was most afraid of was the pair of eyes that seemed to lead to the netherworld sitting on the high seat in the center of the lobby. black eyes.

When he heard the news, he knew that the sale of the ghost house had angered Lord Jiu, so he was so frightened that he hurried to find Zhen Song to grab it back, but as soon as he let out a howl, he was kicked out of the shop, if it wasn't for him and the two One of his men rolled and crawled to escape quickly, fearing that the car would be smashed through by the swung chair.

Yaoshou!Who would have thought that a boy who looked like a doll could be so violent!Who has ever seen a Chihuahua kick a Husky away!Doesn't conform to scientific common sense!

He was worried about how to go back to the house. Going to see the boy again would be tantamount to dying, he hadn't lived enough yet.

In the end, before he could come up with a solution, the injury on his face was invited by Master Jiu. The bald man wanted to cry, but he knew clearly that this punishment would not let him escape.

The head was so heavy... The bald man felt his neck sore and swollen, extremely stiff, and he couldn't help shaking it slightly.

"Meow--"

The proud cry caught the attention of the man on the high seat, and the bald man hurriedly tightened his mind and held the cat on top of his head - the cat master.

"Master Jiu, I was wrong."

The room is surrounded by high-pitched beautiful voices and passionate symphonies. The bald man raised his eyes and glanced at the man cautiously. He obviously has a face of a handsome oriental classical man, but he prefers Western things. What opera is he listening to? It hurts, he is afraid that he can fall asleep on his knees.

"If I knew Master Jiu cared so much about that haunted house, I wouldn't dare to sell it if I was killed!" I was so tickled by the cat fur that I almost couldn't help sneezing.

He burst into tears, he never imagined that Master Jiu would turn his face for the haunted house.

The man in the seat still closed his eyes and quietly stroked the proud but obedient Persian cat in his arms, as if he hadn't heard his words at all.

But the calmer he was, the more frightened the bald man became.

"Ninth Master."

A figure walked in, the sleeves of the Taoist robe fluttered, wisps of breeze blew, and the spirit was immortal.

The bald man turned his head with difficulty. He was the leader of the Feng Shui world, no, it should be said that he was a leader, the president of the Feng Shui Association - Daoist Master Cang Zhenzi.

The bald man's expression was serious, and he felt frightened when he saw this one. Although Cang Zhenzi was no more terrifying than the unpredictable and moody Jiu Ye, his eyes that looked at ordinary people from above made the bald man feel as inferior as an ant. She didn't dare to say a word in front of him, for fear of being despised by him.

Jiu Ye finally opened his eyes, his pair of phoenix eyes were as lazy as a cat in his arms.

"Prince, please sit down."

It's rare for a bald man to see Master Jiu being so polite to anyone, and the president of the Feng Shui Association in front of him is one of the very few.

"How are things?"

Master Jiu, who can cherish words like gold, took the initiative to ask, and the bald man thought: It seems that this matter is really serious.

"I'm sorry I can't handle your adoptive father's affairs." Cang Zhenzi's handsome face showed a trace of guilt, "The catastrophe of encountering Nan Chengfeng, I could have escaped it if I changed my luck. Your adoptive father has been ruined by decades of hard work." Once it is a foregone conclusion, it may be difficult to make a comeback."

I don't know if it's because of Taoism, but as soon as I arrived at Cang Zhenzi's place, the painting style became ancient in a second, making people wonder if they were time-traveling.

If it weren't for the bald man with a bachelor's degree or above, his Chinese is not bad, and he might not understand his half classical Chinese and half vernacular.

There is actually a fate that Cang Zhenzi can't reverse?The bald man was very surprised.

Master Jiu's slender index finger swept lightly between his chins, a simple movement, full of enchantment.

"You can't do it?"

"No one in the world can do it."

"You said before that you can change other fates except destiny."

The bald-headed man thought to himself, listening to Cang Zhenzi's speech is already tiring enough, but Master Jiu still insists on such a weird habit of jumping up and down in four words. How did you read five words and seven rhythms when you were a child?

But then, Cang Zhenzi's words caught his attention.

"Nan Chengfeng's destiny is the same as that of the sky."

The bald man was startled, was he destined to die with the sky? !Is there anyone with such a god-defying fate?Then who can do it.

"The Hou family didn't have eyes and offended Nan Chengfeng. Although your father was implicated by the Hou family, Nan Chengfeng's personality is too domineering. Once he gets involved, there will be no way out."

The bald man gasped, the old man was not safe at the end of the festival, hey, he was really careless in making friends.

Before he could think about it, Master Jiu stood up suddenly and walked back and forth a few steps.

This thing is really extraordinary!

The bald man didn't think so because Master Jiu was disabled.

Outsiders only know that Master Jiu is mysterious and treacherous, and his whereabouts are erratic. He has never been seen in the rivers and lakes, but the legend of Master Jiu is spread everywhere.

Only Jiuye's cronies, such as the bald man, know the secret of why he is so mysterious.

Because - lazy.

I can stand but don’t run, can sit but don’t stand, and can lie down but don’t sit. The only exercise I can do is to stroke the cat manually, and even touching the cat’s fur a few times makes my hands feel sore.

The bald man often wonders why Master Jiu is neither feminine nor masculine, is it because a certain sport takes too much effort?

But Master Jiu loves to keep cats very much. There is a room full of long-haired fat cats, big and small, who are as lazy as him, and their temperament is as unpredictable as him.

Every time the subordinates do something wrong, the group of cats mobilizes together, causing chaos and making people cry to clean up the mess, or more like a bald man, pitifully holding the cat master on his head until his neck becomes stiff and unbearable, and he begs for mercy. What's more, the cat's claws serve you, and if you don't scratch, you won't be able to finish the bloodstains on your face.

Thinking of this, the bald man couldn't help shaking his body. Fortunately, he was quite capable, and he had never been served by masters like this before.

"Meow—" the bald man shivered, and continued to kneel down.

"Is there no way?"

It can be seen that Master Jiu is very concerned about this matter.

Cang Zhenzi's perennially pale and handsome face was full of regret.

"Jiu Ye, against the heavens, causing trouble, involving Nan Chengfeng, the people involved, etc., are destined to be wiped out. This time, I will lose to you."

Master Jiu was silent for a while, then returned to his seat and sat down.

"Thank you for your hard work. My adoptive father is bankrupt, so I will take care of him."

Cang Zhenzi nodded, with Jiuye's ability, even if the old man of the Xiao family can spend money, he can still enjoy his old age.

He glanced at the bald man from the corner of his eye, and glanced at him with interest.

The bald man was startled, and here he is again!this look.

The bald man was terrified when he saw him. He usually looked at himself too much, so why did he stare at him today?Could it be because of a bruise on his face?

"Doesn't your neck hurt?" Cang Zhenzi had a half-smile, and there was a bit of teasing in the disgust in his eyes.

The bald man was taken aback, what does this mean?Could it be that his neck is about to be broken by the fat cat, and he kindly wants to plead for himself?

He nodded hastily, hoping that Cang Zhenzi could say something nice to make Master Jiu forgive him.

"I heard that you sold that ghost house to ordinary people?" Cang Zhenzi snorted coldly, and said contemptuously, "It's thanks to you that you can do evil things. It's strange that you are haunted by ghosts."

"What are you talking about, Daoist?" The bald man turned pale with shock, his body shook, and the cat all over his body let out a "owwow" and let go of his dissatisfaction.

The bald man felt that even though the fat cat on top of his head was gone, his neck was still sore and unbearable, and the cold air penetrated into his skin.

His heart trembled, is it a ghost? !

"Daozhang help!"

"Help? This ghost has been pestering you for more than half a month, it's too late."

The bald man was so frightened that he almost cried.

"Why didn't you sell that ghost house when you were the Ninth Master? The ghost house is in an extremely evil place, and anyone who enters it will die, but you are in vain for other people's lives. You are entangled by ghosts, and you are all to blame." Cang Zhenzi snorted coldly.

The bald man said anxiously, "I don't dare anymore! Besides, you see that my face was beaten by the opponent, and I have already suffered retribution."

Cang Zhenzi squinted at his face, and sneered, "The beating was not light, and you were also beaten. It's really rare. I don't know which righteous person did it."

Bald man: ...Smelly Taoist priest, you are the most energetic when you hurt me.

Suddenly, the bald man was startled, thinking of what the cute boy said half a month ago when he went to sell the ghost house.

"You are so black-hearted, there will be ghosts haunting you in three days."

The bald man was dripping with cold sweat, what the hell... was he right? !How did he know?

"What a god!"

"Huh?" Cang Zhenzi snorted.

"Half a month ago, when I went to sell to that person by force, a young boy said that I would be haunted by a ghost in three days. Counting the days, he said that the score is not bad!" The bald man came out completely, "I The face was also hit by that boy?"

Cang Zhenzi frowned, put down the teacup, "Is there such a thing?"

"Young man?" Jiu Ye finally opened his eyes again.

Master Jiu glanced suspiciously at the bald man, his eyes obviously said, a boy beat you like this?Are you lying?

"It's true! That boy is so savage. He said in a childish voice that my voice was too loud to scare him. As a result, he flew up and almost kicked me across the road." The bald man felt lingering fear.

When Master Jiu and Cang Zhenzi heard this, a burly young man with a height of two meters and muscles all over his body appeared in his mind, with his horoscope pinned, he shook his head and said coquettishly, "You scare me" while kicking him away. screen.

It's so beautiful...the two quickly deleted the picture.

"Can you calculate what will happen in the future?" Master Jiu looked at Cang Zhenzi.

Cang Zhenzi stood up, frowned and took two steps, "If I want to calculate future events, I can still do it, but if I want to accurately time it, I can't."

Master Jiu raised his eyebrows, his expression was obviously: Someone can do something that you can't?

"I heard that there is a mysterious Feng Shui school called Xiaoyao. Its cultivation level is far higher than ours. It is beyond the reach of ordinary people. It has lived overseas for a long time and worked for great people." Cang Zhenzi lowered his eyes and thought deeply.

"Suspect he is from the Happy School?" Jiu Ye asked.