"Master! Master! Who was that girl just now? What did she want from you?" Jun Wushang rushed into the hall impatiently.
Taoist Xuanqing glanced at him and said calmly, "Of course I came here because of your reputation."
"Master, just brag. Changsheng Taoist Temple has been open in Xingcheng for almost a year. This is the first time a customer has come here. And he came here because of its reputation?"
"You know nothing. Didn't I tell you a long time ago that when I was a powerful figure in the imperial capital, even the royal family had to respectfully call me Taoist Master, and the nobles below were even trying their best to see me..."
"Yes, yes, Master, you are the best at bragging." Jun Wushang's ears were obviously callused from hearing these words.
"Evil disciple!" Taoist Xuan Qing was furious. "I was thinking of asking for a set of extraordinary materials for the Sword Heart Clearness for you, but you actually dared to doubt me. You are really asking for a fight!"
Taoist Xuanqing kicked Jun Wushang on the butt, sending him flying against the wall.
“Ouch!” Jun Wushang rubbed his buttocks, his face full of anger: “You are so good, Lao Deng, you just started to fight when your cowhide was exposed, right? You can make lunch for yourself today, I won’t serve you anymore.”
Facing Jun Wushang's threat, Taoist Xuanqing nonchalantly plucked his sleeves and threw out a hundred-yuan coin: "Disciple, one can't go against money just for the sake of a fight, right?"
Jun Wushang glanced at the hundred-dollar bill that fell on the ground with disdain: "Do you think I'm still as gullible as before? One hundred yuan can buy you four dishes and one soup a week? Let me tell you, I have joined the Bronze Coffin Company and am highly appreciated by the boss. Even the director of the Bronze Coffin calls me a brother. Do you know how much salary I get a month?"
Swish!
Taoist Xuanqing threw out another hundred-dollar bill: "Two hundred, no more."
Jun Wushang was furious, feeling that his dignity had been trampled upon: "Three hundred! Not a cent less!"
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The next day, Sikong Zhen and Mu Lingxi came again, bringing a bank card and an orchid with eight leaves that were like sharp blades. Each leaf flashed with cold light, as if it could cut through steel.
Taoist Xuanqing's old face was smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum. He warmly welcomed the two people in and even provided tea. This was the service after payment.
"Master Xuanqing, thank you for your help." Sikong Zhen said lightly.
Taoist Xuanqing waved his hands repeatedly, with a serious face: "Oh, no trouble, no trouble, if I can help the empire, I don't mind if I live a few years less."
Sikong Zhen didn't care about the other party's change of attitude, he just wanted the result.
Taoist Priest Xuanqing began to bathe and burn incense. He first went back to his room to take a bath for an hour, then changed into a clean Taoist robe, put on a black Taoist crown, and respectfully lit three incense sticks for the pocket-sized statue of the Eternal Heavenly Venerable. As the smoke rose, he began to tell fortunes.
An ancient copper coin sword appeared in his hand, and he chanted an unknown spell. His body moved with the wind. While dancing with the sword, he took out a stack of yellow talisman paper from his arms and sprinkled it into the air.
Mu Lingxi frowned when she saw this series of charlatan operations. This was no longer like a charlatan, it was absolutely a charlatan. She even suspected that Taoist Xuanqing learned the fortune-telling skills from some rubbish TV dramas, which were exactly the same.
Is it time to spit fire next?
As expected, Taoist Xuanqing took out the red gourd from his waist, took a sip and then sprayed it at the candles on the wooden table, boom!
A large ball of flame appeared, scorching the surrounding air. Some fallen yellow talisman papers encountered the flames and were ignited one after another. The scene looked quite spectacular.
Just by coincidence, with the breeze blowing, a burning yellow talisman paper fell right on the head of the statue of Changsheng Tianzun.
"Oh my God!" Taoist Xuanqing's face changed drastically and he rushed over to put out the fire for Changsheng Tianzun. The fire was quickly put out, but Changsheng Tianzun also became covered in dust.
"Please don't blame me, God. Please don't blame me, God." He nervously wiped the statue of God with his sleeve. He wiped for a long time and even wiped off a piece of red paint from the statue.
"Ah!? Tianzun, no no no, please don't let the paint fall off."
Mu Lingxi was completely speechless. She looked at Sikong Zhen and found that under his calm face, the corners of his mouth were twitching.
"Master, haven't you figured it out yet?" She couldn't help but urge him.
As a result, he was given a cold look by Taoist Xuanqing: "Why are you arguing? Can't you see that the Heavenly Venerable is angry?"
He touched up the paint, kowtowed three times and nine times, and after half an hour's work, he finally got back on track.
Taoist Xuanqing knelt before the Immortal Heavenly Lord, bit his finger, and dripped a drop of blood onto the statue: "Disciple Xuanqing, I respectfully ask the Heavenly Lord to display his magical powers!"
Swish!
The statue of Changsheng Tianzun suddenly burst out with a strange green light, and an image appeared in the air like a projection. The image trembled like water waves and gradually became clearer.
Mu Lingxi was stunned. So this is what fortune-telling is, asking the statue to perform magic? Then what were you doing bathing, burning incense, and dancing before? ?
It’s just a pure additional service, which makes us feel that spending 100 million is worth it?
The image in the air became clearer and clearer, and Taoist Xuanqing's face aged several years at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was because of seeing this scene that Mu Lingxi gave up the plan of asking for the 100 million back later.
"This is... the seven deadly sins!" Mu Lingxi exclaimed, her eyes fixed on the picture in the air. At this time, the picture had been completely formed. Seven men and women in tuxedos appeared on it. They had different body shapes, some were tall and slender, and some were muscular. The only thing in common was that they all wore the same silver mask on their faces.
The picture expanded again, and the few people could see the scene clearly.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, the earth was cracked, mountains and rivers collapsed, and the once prosperous city turned into ruins. Fire flickered among the ruins, ruthlessly devouring everything. The whole world seemed to have fallen into endless darkness and despair.
And in this ruined world, seven men and women in tuxedos and silver masks stood proudly. They stood on the top of the ruins, like the masters of all things. The arrogant leader raised his chin slightly, and watched the destruction of the world with a haughty look.
Mu Lingxi sucked in a breath of cold air. Sikong Zhen had already frowned. The picture began to flash continuously, and more and more things appeared in the picture. They saw countless broken limbs and debris, the collapse of the empire, and the destruction of human civilization.
"Everyone, the old era has ended and the new era is about to come." An arrogant voice sounded in the picture.
He stood at the top, as if he had the whole world under his feet, as if he was announcing to the world: "And I...will become the God of the new era!"
There is a deep arrogance hidden in the calm words, that is the arrogance that belongs only to God and that transcends all living beings!
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