Qi Wuhuo recognized the fortune teller and was about to say hello.

The fortune teller's eyes widened. He had been drunk a few days ago, and after that he didn't know why, he always felt that it was not suitable to go out in the past few days. He stayed at home for several days and finally felt that he could not hold it any longer, so he picked up a pot of wine and prepared to walk around outside and see if there was anything fun to do in this world. Then he heard a sentence "Those who leave home have no regard for the law", and he said good.

Just want to watch the fun.

But it turned out to be an acquaintance.

For some reason, his own spirit was alerted to the point that the hairs all over his body stood up. He looked at the peacock that had just come out. To the naked eye, it was a peacock, but his spirit seemed to have seen the nine-headed lion under the command of Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun that could eat anything. The appearance was different, but the aura that seemed to want to swallow everything whole was a little similar.

Then the soul almost exploded.

The fortune teller choked on his wine and subconsciously blurted out "a little bull's nose".

But he instinctively covered his mouth.

Spiritual reminder.

Think for three seconds.

So he turned around and ran away.

Qi Wuhuo: “???”

The young Taoist priest had not expected that the fortune teller, whom he had met several times and who had helped him, would just turn around and run away. He was confused, but the instinct of his spiritual flow reminded him, so he subconsciously took a step forward, and his Yuan Qi attracted the flowing wind, and his sleeves fluttered, and he chased after him.

He raised his hand and held down the fortune teller who was not using his magical powers at the moment.

He said, "Sir, why did you run away when you saw me?"

fortune teller:"……"

Immediately, without changing his expression, he said:

"Did I run away?"

"Ha, what a joke!"

"Which eye of yours saw me running away?!"

"Sir, I just ate a little too much today and my stomach is bloated, so I left."

As he said this, Qi Wuhuo heard a strange sound, like the sound of an empty stomach due to extreme hunger. He was a little embarrassed for a moment. Even though the fortune teller was thick-skinned enough, he couldn't stand it at this moment. His face turned red, but he didn't have the thick-skinnedness of the old ox.

The young Taoist loosened his hand and said gently, "It just so happens that I just came back from the medicine shed."

"There's a vegetarian noodle shop in front. The braised tofu there is delicious."

"If you don't mind, sir, why don't we go together?"

…

Inside the noodle shop, the young Taoist priest sat down and put the medicine basket beside him. He asked the shop owner to bring two bowls of vegetarian noodles, a stack of braised tofu, and garlic pickled in vinegar. It was already past Laba, and Laba garlic had long been a common item, and it was very appetizing. The fortune teller gently rested his chopsticks on the table, looked at the young Taoist priest in front of him, and said, "The murderous aura has already been aroused, little calf nose..."

The fortune teller's words came out of his mouth, but they were held back by an instinct that he himself couldn't explain.

"Little Maverick, awesome little guy."

"Who do you want to kill?"

The young Taoist replied: "It's not killing."

"Just asking for justice."

"What's fair?"

"This is justice for the lives of 3.4 million Jinzhou citizens."

The fortune teller's forehead twitched and he murmured:

"Then this justice, dying once is not enough."

"Even 'that guy' who I know has the best temper and never gets angry might get angry."

The fortune teller shook his head and said, "In the eyes of Buddha, or immortals, when people kill animals and eat their meat, and the animals become demons and eat people for survival, it is not evil. However, there is a scripture that says that a group of demons ate people. The Buddha asked if they did it to save their lives, and the demons replied that they did it for fun. So the Buddha shed tears, held the vajra, and showed anger, stirring the fire of ignorance and karma."

"Killing for life or death is not a sin, it is just sad."

"But killing for selfish desires."

"Even the Buddha cannot help but show anger and transform into the wrathful Great Bright King to kill and subdue demons."

The fortune teller ate a piece of Laba garlic and his face wrinkled. He couldn't eat this thing before, but now he can't let it go.

But I still felt that I was not used to eating this thing, so I said:

"But little guy, when you have the killing intent, you must learn to conceal it, otherwise it will be easy for others to notice it."

"It's better for a cultivator when he has all three talents. But when he reaches your level of [reversing the three and returning to the two], his Yuan Qi and Yuan Shen have their own characteristics and are very easy to detect."

He gave an example and said:

"Just like ink dripping into a pond, the energy of the primordial qi will not be ignored by anyone who practices divination."

"So, we should learn some divination skills. Even if we don't seek any opportunities, at least we can protect ourselves."

The young Taoist wondered to himself: "Divination?"

The fortune teller who was throwing peanuts into his mouth with chopsticks was stunned, blinked, looked at the Taoist boy in front of him, and said: "You... have cultivated to the innate Qi, you can be considered a Taoist priest. Go to any city, as long as you can prove that there is no problem with your identity, the local government will help you cultivate to the level of the Taoist temple."

"You don't know how to push and occupy?"

The young Taoist shook his head.

"Don't know destiny?"

The young Taoist shook his head again.

"Zi Wei Dou Shu, Da Liu Ren, Xiao Liu Ren, Qi Men Ba Gua?"

"no……"

"What about the face?"

"The martial arts methods of the Mai family will all be known, right?"

"You should know something, right? Even a little bit?"

The young Taoist still shook his head.

Tan Tai Xuan only mentioned it, but he was not good at it.

Naturally, the teacher never told him.

The fortune teller was stunned, slammed his chopsticks on the table, and said angrily: "What kind of teacher is this? How can you let people do whatever they want? You old cow nose, I have already... cough cough cough cough..." When he said this, the fortune teller himself did not realize that his instinct was acting, he picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, and almost choked himself to death, and coughed violently for a while.

He swallowed the peanut reluctantly and said, "Forget it, forget it, let's not talk about him."

"Don't mention him."

"These are all the basics for practitioners. The so-called methods of seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune, and the means of avoiding disasters and escaping difficulties can also be regarded as a lineage of Taoist practice, just like [slaying external demons], [conquering inner demons], [refining external elixirs], [cultivating inner vision], and [altar rituals]. They are all considered a discipline of Taoism. Most people only choose one direction to specialize in, but they also dabble in the others. Hey, you are really an unqualified cultivator."

"Damn it, why do you want me to lay this foundation for you?"

He took a sip of tea, and after the shop owner served him a bowl of noodles, the energy around him was blocked, and he felt like he had left this world and entered another world.

The fortune teller pondered for a moment and said, "Do you know the Tao?"

Qi Wuhuo nodded, and the fortune teller raised his hand as if stroking his non-existent beard, and explained to himself: "Yes, you should know this. There is no need to ask this question." Although he didn't know why he was certain in his heart that the boy's pursuit of the existence of [Tao] would be at least one level higher than that of ordinary Taoists, he still acquiesced.

Then he said: "From the perspective of Taoism, all things in the world are evolved from that one point [Tao]."

"The Tao gives birth to oneness and to all things."

"In fact, there is a more extreme view that from the beginning to the end, the development of everything has actually been completed."

"From the beginning of the Dao to its final demise, this is called a calamity, which is the largest unit of time."

"Below that there are Yuan, Hui, Yun, Shi, Nian, Yue, Ri."

"In the most extreme and fanatical ideas, believers believe that from the beginning of the Dao to its destruction, the countless experiences of countless sentient beings along the way have all been written, so as long as one uses one's own spirit to try to glimpse the most original Dao, then all things from ancient times to the present and even in the future will be clear, and all the secrets between heaven and earth will be intuitive."

"Because at the level of Tao, there is no concept of time."

"It is the so-called [without any upper or lower level, without any beginning or end], and it is also the Buddha described by Buddhism as [having no origin and no destination]."

"The past, present, and future, your life will be a picture scroll that you can browse through."

"You can predict the future and the past."

"This is what the [Tui Zhan] lineage calls the highest realm."

The fortune teller stirred the noodles and told the supreme fortune of the divination lineage, then said calmly:

"If you ask me."

"Bullshit!"

"Hmph, you don't know the Great Dao, yet you are talking nonsense here. They see the [Dao] as the highest and most important, but ignore the weight of [all things]. If it is really as they say, then why does the Great Dao need to evolve? What they say is indeed very profound and wonderful, but it is just like looking for a sword on a boat, hoping that the world will not change, and that there will be an axiom and a formula, and then they will calculate everything."

"If you ask me, the secret of the great Dao is not a painting, but flowing water."

"It can be changed and altered."

The fortune teller pointed outside the door with his chopsticks.

There was a big river flowing through the entire Zhongzhou city. The fortune teller had a peaceful expression on his face and said, "Although the beginning and the end are also predetermined, and there will be a time of catastrophe and destruction, the billions of infinite waters are surging and have never stopped. There are undercurrents, whirlpools, and spring water flowing into the river. It contains infinite changes, so how can it be rigid?"

“That’s why it’s called the Book of Changes.”

"It means [change]."

"And divination and calculation distinguish between things that have already occurred and have not changed, and things that have not yet undergone infinite changes."

"The former is the best."

"Just like I know what someone ate today and what someone did yesterday."

“It’s not difficult to know that certain things have been decided.”

"But it is extremely difficult to predict what a person will do tomorrow or in the future."

The fortune teller took a bite of noodles and said slowly: "The so-called divination, no matter what its external manifestation is, its core is to try to use things like stars and tortoise shells to briefly approach the long river of heaven's secrets of the Great Dao with one's own primordial spirit and soul, and then get feedback, try to find what you want to know in it, and then analyze it, which is the so-called [interpretation of the hexagram]."

"So, when you do certain things in the future, hide your spiritual nature better."

"Like a fish that swims into the deep sea without causing any ripples."

"How can the waders find you?"

“This is [Hide].”

Although the fortune teller did not explain the actual method of operation, he also gave some general core ideas, and then said: "Therefore, the powerful and supreme ones can cover the entire [Heavenly Secret River] with a thought, and no one can peek into it. This is called obscuring the secrets of heaven. However, there are only a few people who can have such means."

"The secrets of heaven are hard to predict, but I blocked them with a single thought. How terrifying! This is an unimaginable realm."

"And the ones below that are things that [determine fate]."

"It can temporarily suppress destiny, just like preventing the flow of water in a certain area of ​​a river from changing and being affected or interfered with by humans."

"If there is a chance, I must find one."

Then he reminded Qi Wuhuo: "Even if you don't have it, you'd better hide your soul at all times."

"You must be wary of those practitioners who practice divination."

"[Using my heart to get closer to the heart of heaven], trying to use my own spirit to find a trace of what I desire in the vast river of heaven's secrets is an extremely difficult task. What I am doing is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Even for a person with extraordinary talent, it is extremely time-consuming."

"They are also very weak. If you find them, you can kill them in just a few moves. But if you fail to find them and they notice you, they can attack your soul and obscure your soul, making your thoughts turbid without you knowing it, and finally falling into disaster and dying."

"I didn't know why until I fell."

"I just feel that I was careless."

"It's the so-called Heaven's Secret Killing Method."

During the meal, they had discussed the basics of divination. The fortune teller finished his noodles, put his chopsticks on the bowl, looked at Qi Wuhuo, and said in a gentle tone: "Finally, I'll give you a reminder, little guy."

“Know your destiny, but don’t trust it completely.”

“Those who predict fate and divination often think they are above the mundane world.”

“Everything in the world is possible.”

"But don't believe in fortune-telling."

"When you believe in everything you have calculated, you have been bound by what you have calculated. This is the difficulty of understanding the origin of the universe. It can be called "a leaf blocking the eye". It is in vain to believe in what you have calculated."

"Instead, it loses the essence of change and becomes just a string shadow play."

"Okay, you don't have to thank me. These are just the basics of divination. As for the techniques, I don't know how to teach you, and you don't have to ask. Just this casual chat is worthy of our acquaintance." The man in gray shook his head and disappeared, leaving the young Taoist sitting alone in the noodle shop.

The man in gray used his magical powers to leave. After a short while, he raised his head to drink, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Strange, strange.

Why would I suddenly teach that kid the art of divination?

Even though he has a temper very much like mine.

But making friends out of nothing is not my style...

It seems like he is making up for something?

Hmm? Did someone attack Mr. Ben? !

So the man in gray raised his hand to divine for a moment, then he sneered angrily: "Hahaha, good trick, good trick!"

"Who dared to seal my memory and leave a hint in my soul: [Stay away from that kid. If you can't leave, make a good relationship with him and make up for your bad words.] Humph, who dared to tamper with my brain with such means? Let me see if I have to deal with you!"

"I want to see who dares to tamper with my brain!"

A moment later…

When the monk was carrying a basket on his back and coming to the place he often went to eat noodles, he saw a familiar scene.

I saw the man in gray kneeling and burning incense towards the east.

His face was ashen, like the white ash left after burning charcoal, and he was mumbling incomprehensible words such as "it's me, it's me". The big monk raised his eyebrows and chanted the Buddha's name.

The gray-robed gentleman raised his head with lifeless eyes, saw the big monk, was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily:

"I had a great time playing with the girls today. My muscles and bones are not feeling well, so I just need to stretch them. What are you waiting for?"

The gray-robed monk was silent, and then said leisurely:

“I didn’t ask any questions.”

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

…

Qi Wuhuo stood up and was silently trying to understand the method of hiding that the fortune teller had casually pointed out to him, when he suddenly felt something.

With a flip of his wrist, the mirror fell into his hand.

After a long time, the mirror finally changed.

It’s Yunqin’s news.

[No doubt, no doubt, have you prepared the sesame cakes? ]