Chapter 11 That sickly guy is actually a master of metaphysics 11

Ji Huaizhi smiled faintly: "My divination results have indeed changed."

After a moment of silence, the Taoist priest said, "Let's go down the mountain."

Master Wan'an stood on the mountain watching the three of them descend. In fact, not only had Huaizhi's divination changed, but Wangshan's divination had also changed.

Previously, he and Daoist Mingyue had predicted that Wan'an Taoist Temple would face a calamity this year.

They haven't told anyone about this.

Now fate seems to have changed.

Oh well, everything changes.

"Junior Brother Ji, what did Master mean just now? Your divination has changed? Does that mean your destiny has changed as well?"

Ji Huaizhi gasped, "I guess so, otherwise Master wouldn't have allowed me to go down the mountain."

The junior brother, carrying a small cloth bag and wearing a hat, looked adorable: "Senior brother, can we stay together forever?"

Ji Huaizhi patted his head: "Maybe so."

Looking at the stars and the moon, knowing that the eldest brother and the junior brother had taken the youngest brother down the mountain, his heart broke.

"We also want to go down the mountain."

"Aren't you going to practice your skills?" Master Uncle rolled up his sleeves: "You'll see them at the Metaphysics Conference, hurry up and practice!"

Fearing that Ji Huaizhi would be too tired, the eldest brother found a fellow villager and rented a tricycle after descending the mountain.

"You can ride this bike to the city. There's a hardware store on the left where you need to catch the bus. Just drop the bike off in front of their store."

Ji Huaizhi looked at the dilapidated tricycle and then at his senior brother, who was deep in thought: "You can ride it?"

The eldest brother blinked: "I can't."

"......"

"Senior Brother Ji, aren't you tired? My butt hurts a bit!" the junior brother shouted from behind.

Ji Huaizhi didn't want to say a word. His hands were firmly gripping the handlebars, and the vibrations from the engine spread from his palms to his arms, shoulders, and back.

He felt the muscles in his face twitching incessantly.

"Shut up!"

The seat beneath me bounced up and down with the bumps in the road.

The senior student behind him was too embarrassed to speak.

Unexpectedly, Ji Huaizhi had to ride this tricycle.

no way.

He tried it and couldn't do it; he almost fell into a ditch just now.

Once they arrived in the city, the three Taoist priests were photographed sitting in a dilapidated tricycle, and the photos were posted online.

Technology has advanced.

Now, the Taoist priests on the mountain all ride tricycles to catch ghosts.

When they arrived at their destination, the three of them were quite tired, and Ji Huaizhi looked somewhat resigned to his fate.

"How are you feeling?" the eldest brother asked Ji Huaizhi.

"It's alright, just a little numb."

After hearing this, the eldest and youngest brothers quickly massaged his arms.

The three Taoist priests seemed somewhat out of place sitting on the bus. Wang Gui and Ji Huaizhi were resting with their eyes closed, while only Wang Shan was curiously looking out the window.

The people on the bus kept glancing at them.

Some people asked curiously, "Are you real Taoist priests or fake ones? Do you charge for fortune telling?"

Wang Shan: "We are true Taoist priests."

"You three are Taoist priests from Wan'an Mountain, right? Your temple has had young Taoist priests come down the mountain before, but this is the first time I've seen one as young as you," the old woman behind her said with a smile.

Wang Shan nodded: "I am the youngest in our Taoist temple."

"You're so young, and your master still lets you go down the mountain? Since you're a true Taoist priest, then tell my fortune." The man who spoke up laughed.

The junior apprentice looked up at the mountain and pursed his lips: "I haven't learned it yet."

"So what did you learn on the mountain?" The man was just trying to amuse himself, finding the kid quite interesting.

Ji Huaizhi opened his eyes and looked at the man who had spoken: "What do you want to be?"

The man looked at Ji Huaizhi, and when he met his ethereal eyes, he felt a chill: "I was just teasing the kid."

"Ahem." Ji Huaizhi coughed lightly, covering his mouth, and turned to look at the man who had spoken: "How about I give you a free fortune telling?"

"Sure." The man was pleasantly surprised to hear this, as Wan Anshan had a very good reputation in Liancheng.

"But I don't have any money if you ask me for it later."

Ji Huaizhi looked at the man's face and scanned his features: "Is there some good news in your family recently?"

The man chuckled: "You're absolutely right, there really is good news. Could you have predicted it if I hadn't told you?"

Ji Huaizhi: "Household saga? And a new member to the family?"

"Hey! You've got some skills, haven't you?" the man laughed. "My house back home is all repaired, and my wife gave birth to a big, healthy baby boy."

The journey was boring, and the people on the bus were watching the spectacle, which provided a welcome respite.

"Your complexion is rosy, which is a joyous occasion, but it's accompanied by a dark discoloration between your eyebrows. Yet, your face indicates a blessed person. While you may not be extremely wealthy, a harmonious family is the most basic requirement," Ji Huaizhi asked, looking at his face.

Have you offended anyone recently?

Wang Gui opened his eyes when Ji Huaizhi spoke.

After looking over, I found that it was indeed as Junior Brother Ji had said.