Chapter 232: Change the fortune telling
Feijue Peak is ten thousand feet high and occupies a natural strategic location. Because one of the Lords of the Demon Realm ascended to heaven here tens of thousands of years ago, it has been revered as a holy place by the demon cultivators, and the annual Sword Contests have all been held here.
Around September every year, the foot of the mountain is crowded with cultivators who come here to compete in martial arts and exchange ideas. As a result, there are many inns and teahouses. Gradually, the town becomes populated and as big as a town. It is named "Hanjiang Town" and people come and go, rubbing shoulders with each other, making it very lively.
Early that morning, the mountain was still foggy and the sound of horse hooves could be heard from afar. At the end of the path came two young men on horses. They were wearing neat narrow-sleeved robes, one in black and the other in white. They both carried long swords on their backs and wore hats on their heads to block out the sun. They looked quite mysterious.
They stopped their horses in front of the inn with the largest number, and then dismounted swiftly. The waiter had already come to meet them, took the reins and led the horses to the trough, saying courteously: "Dear guests, please come in to stay overnight or stay the night. I can see that you two are lucky. There are only three rooms left on the fifth floor, and you just happened to catch one!"
The man in white took out a bag of spirit stones and threw it over. His hat covered most of his face, so his features could not be seen clearly. Only his sharp chin was exposed. His voice was deep and pleasant: "Book two rooms and serve a table of good food. We two brothers are here to participate in the sword-asking competition. We have traveled all the way here day and night, and I don't know if we are late."
The waiter weighed the money bag and quietly opened it. He saw that it was full of middle-grade spirit stones. His eyes were almost dazzled by the dazzling light. He was so happy that his mouth almost burst into tears. He slapped his thigh and said, "How could it be possible? You two young heroes came at the right time. This year's Sword Competition is particularly lively. Not to mention those who participated in the competition, there are many disciples from the major immortal sects, such as Shaohua Sect, Qingxin Sect, Chanyin Sect..."
Yu Ji lowered his voice and said quietly: "Even the three sects have come here. They have to participate in small and large competitions, one by one, to be screened. Only those who pass the three levels can go to Fei Jue Peak to ask for swords. It will take more than half a month to finish the competition. You two can still take a good rest!"
The man in white was thoughtful: "There are quite a lot of these famous and upright people here."
The waiter said with a smile: "Where there are many people, there are many troubles. When heroes gather together, it is usually because something big is going to happen. It has been like this since ancient times. We don't have any skills, so we have to stay away from them. It is a great blessing to live in peace and safety!"
This is quite insightful.
The man in white and his taciturn companion in black walked into the inn and sat down at a random place. Soon the table was filled with food and wine. It wasn't very exquisite, but it had a rustic feel.
The two people were Lu Yan and the corpse puppet who were dressed in disguise. They were worried about what kind of trouble would happen in the Sword Competition, so they came to Feijue Peak quietly, hiding from everyone all the way, and it went smoothly.
"I know you're not hungry, but you still have to pretend to eat something. There are so many people in the inn and we need to avoid showing off."
Lu Yan took a few bites of rice from his bowl and ate it with relish. The man sitting opposite him raised his head slightly, revealing a stern face under his hat. He didn't seem to agree with Lu Yan's behavior: "Why don't we go find the Lord?"
Lu Yan casually picked up a piece of stir-fried wild vegetables with his chopsticks: "Looking for the Lord? What do you want to do with the Lord? Tell him that you didn't supervise me well, and then let him punish you? Don't blame me for not reminding you, he will definitely ask you to escort me back to the Demon Realm, then wouldn't our trip be in vain?"
The corpse frowned: "Then what do you say we should do?"
He was extremely anxious now and just wanted to see Shui Mei as soon as possible. Every minute and every second was extremely torturous.
Lu Yan only said four words: "Just wait and see."
This inn is the largest resting place within a few miles. From what the waiter said, it is probably crowded with many disciples of immortal sects. Wouldn't this make it convenient for them to get information? As the saying goes, knowing yourself and your enemy ensures victory in every battle. It is better to calm down and wait for a while before making any decisions.
After finishing his meal, Lu Yan went back to his room and changed his clothes. He was wearing a black scholar's hat and a long gown with a white background and a light gauze. In his left hand, he held a fortune-telling banner with the words "I know everything and I will tell you everything. This fortune-telling technique is passed down from my ancestors. One divination is worth ten thousand pieces of gold." With his right hand, he pretended to be profound and made a pinch of the Qiankun finger. He looked mysterious, just like a swindler.
The puppet didn't understand Lu Yan's crazy behavior. His brows were wrinkled so much that they could kill flies: "Are you going to be a Taoist priest?"
Lu Yan: "Yes, and I want to take you in as my Taoist child."
The corpse puppet cut the nail and cut the iron: "Impossible!"
Lu Yan: "Do you still want to reconcile with the princess?"
Corpse puppet: “…”
As expected, love will only affect the speed at which a person draws a sword. Even though the corpse puppet was extremely reluctant, he could only bear it and follow Lu Yan as a Taoist child. However, he wore a martial arts hat, a black suit, and had a cold, dead face. He looked like a man who would live on the edge of a knife.
Lu Yansi didn't feel embarrassed at all. He went downstairs swinging his fortune-telling banner, walked up to the dumbfounded waiter and said with a smile: "Brother, my brother and I are short of money right now. It just so happens that my ancestors learned some Zi Ping techniques. I wonder if you can lend me your precious land so that I can make a living."
The waiter was dumbfounded. It took him a long time to recognize that Lu Yan was the big customer who gave him a bag of medium-grade spirit stones this morning. He stuttered and said, "But...but you just gave me a bag full of spirit stones this morning."
I've been living in their store for half a year, and I don't look like a poor person at all.
Lu Yan's eyes lit up: "Oh? Can I retreat?"
The waiter's expression changed instantly when he heard this. He took three steps back and said in a serious tone, "Of course you can't return it. This is not the way our store does it."
Lu Yan rubbed his fingers together, pretending to be distressed: "Oh, what should I do? I have no money now, and I don't even have the money to go back. How about you give me a seat and let me tell a few fortunes so that I can earn some money?"
The waiter laughed, took off the rag on his shoulder and shook it a few times: "Sir, don't blame me for not reminding you, the people coming and going here are all cultivators, their fortune-telling skills are much better than ordinary people, they don't need to find someone to tell fortunes, don't let the fortune-telling be wrong and make those masters angry, then your life will be in danger! If you really want to get involved, it's not impossible, you look pretty... Forty miles south of Hanjiang Town, there is a Dianchunlou, hehehe."
He laughed three times and stopped talking. It was obvious from what he heard that this was not a serious place.
Lu Yan was not angry either, and said with a smile: "No problem, no problem, just let me tell fortunes here, and how many entanglements I can get out depends on my personal ability."
Seeing that he would not listen to the advice, the waiter said with a smile: "Then it's up to you, sir. People's lives are so difficult nowadays. If a blind old man takes his daughter to sing on the street, our shopkeeper will not be afraid of seeing him. Instead, he will give him tea and snacks. If you want to tell fortunes, it's fine. But you will have to bear the consequences if you offend a noble man."
Lu Yan bowed and said, "Thank you, little brother."
Lu Yanyu stopped looking around, chose a table at the top and walked over to sit down. The corpse puppet stood behind him with its arms folded around the sword, expressionless. One was a scholar, the other a swordsman, one in white, the other in black, and they looked indescribably weird.
Now that the sun was high in the sky, the inn was gradually filled with people. Guests staying upstairs came down in groups of three or four to eat. Outside, it was also very lively, with the sound of horse hooves from time to time, and then a few sword-wielding cultivators came in, looking exhausted. However, these people either came to order wine and food, or went upstairs without paying any attention to Lu Yan and the corpse puppet, a pair of strangely dressed people.
Lu Yan was not in a hurry. He closed his eyes calmly and counted on his fingers with one hand. He seemed to be unfazed by the honor or disgrace.
The waiter came over and served him a pot of hot tea, saying smugly, "See, what did I say? No one would ask you to tell their fortunes, let alone a fortune telling worth thousands of gold. Only a fool would spend such money, and he must be a fool from a landlord's family."
Lu Yan closed his eyes and said, "Originally, I would not tell fortunes for less than a thousand gold coins, but since you have a connection with me, since you have given me some good advice, I will also give you a way to avoid disasters. From now on, if you see those bald heads, those in red clothes, those wearing beads, those who pray to Buddha, and those who are vicious, it is better to avoid them as soon as possible, otherwise there will be bloody disasters."
"What what what?"
The waiter scratched his ear in confusion and said, "What's with the bald head and red clothes? There will be many customers at noon. You should go upstairs and sleep quickly. Don't occupy the toilet here without taking a shit. Otherwise, the shopkeeper will scold you if he sees you."
He put the rag on his shoulder and turned to serve. At this moment, a group of customers came in. The waiter was about to greet them, but when he saw their faces clearly, his body froze and he stopped unconsciously.
There were about three or four people in this group, wearing red scarves and robes, dressed like lamas, each of them was nine feet tall, with a red hemp cloak wrapped around the outside, covering their faces and bodies tightly, with human skin drums or human bone flutes on their waists. The one in the lead was particularly strong, and with his body he even blocked the door, and the light suddenly dimmed.
Someone sniffed unconsciously and found that there was a strong stench in the air, like a dead body that had not been buried. It was foul and fishy, and it made tears well up in their eyes.
"Tsk!"
I don't know who couldn't help but vomit.
The group of monks, however, were oblivious to the situation and slowly moved into the inn like a large mountain. Suddenly, the stench became even stronger.
The leader was the only one who showed his face. He was holding a small black Buddha statue in his right hand, and had a circle of beads as big as a baby's fist around his neck. His cheeks were an abnormal blue-black color, and some parts of them had begun to rot, as if something had gone moldy.
As he took a step forward, half of his tattered monk's shoes fell off, revealing the white bones inside. His feet were so rotten that only bones were left.
Another gust of wind blew up the robes of several lamas behind them. Their chests under the red cloth had been rotten to the point that their ribs were exposed, and only bits of flesh were left on their bodies. However, they seemed to be unaware of it and slowly followed the man in front of them. Their bony feet stepped on the ground, making a harsh friction sound.
Everyone in the inn stopped eating at the same time, staring at the scene in shock. The waiter was even more shocked, recalling what Lu Yan had just said:
Bald,
Red,
Wearing beads,
Topher's
Fierce...
Aren’t they all right?!
The waiter's eyelids jumped when he thought of this, and he was a little afraid to go forward. While he was hesitating for a while, his companion had already stepped forward under the urgent urging of the shopkeeper, and said in fear and timidity: "You, the Buddha masters, have really made our inn prosperous, but the room is full and there are not enough tables. How about you guys take the trouble to change seats..."
“Bang!”
Before he could finish his words, the leading evil monk suddenly stretched out a palm as big as a palm fan and slapped him hard, breaking all the teeth on half of his face. The whole person flew out and hit the table and chair with a bang. Immediately, wood chips flew everywhere. This movement attracted the attention of everyone around. It is no exaggeration to say that everyone in the store was shocked.
The lama, however, seemed to be fine. He slowly squeezed in like a giant beast. With a stomp of his feet, the floor tiles shattered into spider webs. He sat down at the table and spoke in a deep, rich voice, like chanting a sutra:
"Meat, meat, meat, meat..."
The three companions behind him also squeezed in. The four of them sat around a table, each of them filling up the horizontal bench with their buttocks, like beasts waiting for a meal. As if possessed by a demon, they all whispered in unison: "Meat..."
"Meat……"
"Meat……"
Their voices were low and dull, and even in the hot sunny day, they made people break out in cold sweats. It felt like the sound of a devil piercing their ears, as if they had entered a temple bell and someone had banged hard on them from outside, causing their heads to nearly explode with pain.
The shopkeeper was terrified when he saw this scene, not to mention the waiter who was slapped. He had fainted long ago and it was a blessing from God that his neck was not broken. The remaining waiters were so frightened that their legs were shaking and they could not even stand steadily.
The waiter who had been talking to Lu Yan before turned pale, his legs went limp and he fell to the ground. He used the tables and chairs to cover his legs and trembled as he moved, almost crawling to Lu Yan's table. He looked up and said with tears in his eyes:
"Great Immortal! Great Immortal, save me!"
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