Chapter 460: Feeling unhappy, please come to listen to the opera
He was already somewhat aware of this kind of caution, and when he tried it again today, he still managed to dodge it.
"Never mind. If such an extraordinary person can be easily used for personal gain, then he wouldn't be considered extraordinary at all."
King Tonghui barely suppressed his greed, his eyes gleaming as he muttered to himself, "But there's still a chance. As long as there's something to be desired, there will always be a loophole."
In fact, Jin Ting Daxian had been dragged into the water by them and had to do things for them, but what King Tonghui wanted was obviously not just to drag him into the water, nor was it as polite as paying someone to do something for him.
Jin Ting Daxian could figure out what King Tonghui was planning with his toes, but the more he figured it out, the more he couldn't let him succeed.
The Immortal Jin Ting was well aware of King Tonghui's admiration for him. This admiration was like solving a difficult problem and meeting a chess player of equal skill.
King Tonghui knew the Immortal Jinting very well, and the Immortal Jinting also knew King Tonghui very well.
The Destiny Sight never relaxed its surveillance of him, while the Immortal Jin Ting's defense was always impenetrable. The confrontation between them never ceased, and this confrontation was not about supernatural powers, but about the spirit.
King Tonghui cultivated the ability to see past and future, and to see through fate. He enjoyed fiddling with the fate of others, guiding them into the fate he had arranged.
But the vision of destiny was always intermittent for the Jin Ting Daxian. Occasionally, he could see part of it, but much more was hidden. The more he couldn't see through it, the more he wanted to see through it, and the more interested he became in the Jin Ting Daxian.
The Great Immortal Jin Ting did not know about it at first, but after a long period of secret confrontation, he visited King Tonghui several times and secretly spied on the rampant gods under his command, and gradually he realized it.
There is no evidence, but Jin Ting Daxian doesn't care about evidence.
New Year's Day is approaching.
Even the Shenjing Palace was filled with the festive atmosphere of the New Year.
The peach charms on the Golden Temple were replaced with new ones, and the young Taoist priests cleaned the inside and outside of the temple, leaving not a speck of dust on it.
As Jin Ting Daxian watched them busying around, he felt a sense of longing in his heart.
I don't know how the Tianhu Academy exam went this year. I don't know if the fox spirits in his Fox Academy did well in the exam. I don't know if Fatty Kang's restaurant is still open. I don't know if he and Xiangjun have achieved the sixth rank.
It’s a pity that the Great Immortal Jin Ting can only celebrate the New Year in the Shenjing Palace, and Gong Mengbi cannot show up either. All his concerns can only be kept in his heart.
The Immortal Jin Ting is all alone, with only a black dragon of unknown age following him around, which is an eyesore. However, on the mountain above, the whole family is reunited, with the old and the young gathered together, enjoying themselves happily.
Just thinking about it made the immortal unhappy, and this unhappiness accumulated until the New Year.
The New Year's Day festival in Gusu City was a sacrifice to the gods of heaven and earth, and the City God Longzun.
The Immortal Jin Ting went to Gusu City to watch the excitement. Li Ji Long Zun did not show up again, but all the gods appointed by Daqian came to show their support and share the luck of this sacrifice.
The city was filled with joy, every household was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and the King of Wu enjoyed himself with the people.
Outside the city, the wind is biting cold, the refugees have no clothes or food, and the rampant evil spirits steal people's souls.
The Immortal Jin Ting became more and more unhappy.
Fortunately, an invitation was delivered to Shenjing Palace, and the person who delivered the letter was Bai Xianglong.
The Immortal Jin Ting asked, "You are now under the command of King Tonghui of Shangfang Mountain. I hope you will be valued."
When Bai Xianglong saw the Immortal Jin Ting, he bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Immortal. If it weren't for your kindness, how could King Tonghui look down on a small figure like me?"
Jin Ting Daxian laughed and said, "It's rare that you still remember our friendship."
Bai Xianglong said, "I dare not forget."
But what he said was obviously different from what he thought in his heart, and he didn't realize that there seemed to be fire burning in his eyes.
The Immortal Jin Ting opened the letter, which contained an invitation from King Tonghui to go to Gusu to listen to an opera at Qingyin Garden in the Prince Wu's Mansion.
It was said that this was a new troupe that specialized in performing ghost and god plays, and that they had quite some skills and novelty, so they invited the Immortal Jinting to come.
"Listen to an opera?" Jin Ting Daxian closed the letter.
Bai Xianglong replied, "Exactly."
The Immortal Jin Ting asked, "Who are these people?"
Bai Xianglong said, "This troupe was invited by the King of Wu himself to perform for various ghosts and gods. They have been performing for three days. I think there are some ghosts and gods of all kinds."
As long as it wasn't a stage set up specifically for Jin Ting Daxian, Jin Ting Daxian didn't shy away from it. He said, "Please report to King Tonghui. I'll see you in Gusu tomorrow."
The White Elephant Dragon said, "Great Immortal, King Tonghui has prepared a carriage for you and will come to pick you up tomorrow."
Jin Ting Daxian waved his hand and said, "No need. I will go on my own. I will see you at the Wutong Temple in the city tomorrow."
Bai Xianglong naturally didn't dare to force it. He replied yes and left Shenjing Palace.
From beginning to end, he didn't notice the various thoughts swirling in his heart, and amidst his desires there was a fox-like flame. He just felt that the Immortal Jin Ting was truly awe-inspiring, with some resentment towards him, some flattery towards him, and more importantly, an urgent desire to transform into a dragon.
The Immortal Jin Ting laughed silently, and the fire in his heart, which was refined with the fuel of 50,000 incense sticks and desires, became more secretive and more useful.
The Immortal Jin Ting did nothing, but Bai Xianglong's own desires surged, burning his heart with fire. The Immortal Jin Ting didn't have to do anything, but he had already turned his heart upside down.
The next day, the Immortal Jin Ting took the Thunder Officer to Gusu.
They walked in through the main gate with great confidence. Even the ghosts and gods guarding the gate could not see them, and the magic mirror on the city gate did not react.
This magic mirror wasn't of high rank; even the Black Dragon couldn't reveal anything, let alone those powerful characters. Even if they weren't powerful characters, there were still many ghosts and gods that had sneaked into the city. Snakes have their own ways, rats have their own ways, and everyone has their own ways.
When they stopped in front of the Wutong Temple, a tall building with a pagoda in the city, they saw five seventh-rank gods in the temple prostrating themselves on the ground, and a ghost god dressed in black standing in the temple looking around.
There was a sedan chair parked outside the Wutong Temple, and the gods carrying it were all of the sixth rank.
The Immortal Jin Ting laughed and called out, "King Tonghui."
King Tonghui turned around and saw the Immortal Jinting. A smile appeared on his face and he said, "The Immortal is here."
King Tonghui walked out of the Wutong Temple, and the five arrogant gods knelt on the ground and crawled to send him out.
The Immortal Jin Ting didn't even glance at them, concentrating on dealing with King Tonghui. He asked, "How come the King has the leisure to invite me to a play today?"
King Tonghui signaled for the Immortal Jinting to enter the sedan chair, and he followed. The sedan chair swayed and swayed, and four sixth-rank impulsive gods carried it, with one impulsive god leading the way, and the thunder official following behind.
King Tonghui said: "Old lady
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