Chapter 406: Lord of Disaster: Heaven will bestow a great mission upon me!
"The road of disaster!"
The Yun family had considered this possibility, but under the suppression of the imperial court, the Jieyun Dao had long been reduced to a ditch. If the Jieyun Dao had not been somewhat useful, it might have been completely wiped out long ago.
But just before that, a fire broke out in the West Mountain where the imperial mausoleum was located, and the Jieyundao suffered another brutal suppression from the imperial court.
According to the news received by the Yun family, the masters of disaster are now on the run.
"Let's wait and see about this matter!"
Unless she was desperate, she didn't want to get involved with the Jieyun Dao. Especially after hearing the news that the Dao Master of Jieyun Dao had become a stray dog, the Yun family had a really bad impression of Jieyun Dao.
So what if you can take away other people’s luck?
If you can't find someone with true great luck and fortune, how long can the little bit of luck you've snatched last?
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At this time, in Qushui County of Jiangcheng Prefecture, in a small town called Anding Town, the Taoist Master of Disaster, who was despised by the Yun family, was wearing a long robe and holding a divination flag with four words written on it: Commoner Divine Fortune Teller.
One divination costs one penny, you can’t ask for money.
At this time, the Taoist Master of Disaster was down and out, not much different from the fortune-telling swindler who traveled around the world to make a living.
He has suffered a lot these days.
All the close associates around him are dead.
Some people betrayed him and were killed by him or those loyal to him.
Some people were killed in surprise attacks by betrayers.
Of course, some people hid themselves and dared not show up in public again.
The whole world is hunting down those who rob people of their luck. The scale and the situation are even worse than those during the time when Emperor Taizu founded the Tang Dynasty.
The leader of the Jieyun Dao fled all the way, going through mountains and diving into water, and eventually he stopped contacting the Jieyun Dao disciples in various places and completely cut off all contact, and only then was he able to barely settle down.
Because the West Mountain where the imperial mausoleum is located was set on fire, Emperor Yongping and the eldest princess cooperated sincerely for a rare time and vowed to wipe out the robbery.
"The destiny is with me, how could I be in such a predicament?"
The Taoist Master of Disaster reflected on this several times, but still couldn't figure out why this happened?
"Fortune teller, tell me how my luck is today."
"If you calculate correctly, you will definitely benefit. If you calculate incorrectly, I will smash your stall!"
A drunk man suddenly appeared in front of the Lord of Disaster and spoke arrogantly.
The leader of the robbery sect smiled and looked at the man. He smiled slightly and said, "Little brother, you are very lucky today. If you can stop before midnight, you can make a fortune!"
“Haha, it can talk!”
"Here, it's a reward from my master!"
The drunk man took out a piece of loose silver from his waist bag and threw it directly to the Lord of Disaster.
In the past, Jieyundao would not care about such vulgar people, let alone touch worldly things like gold, silver, and copper coins. But now, he is a lonely man with an unknown future.
"It's time to have a good meal!"
After collecting the loose change, Lord Jieyun looked up at the noodle shop a hundred steps away.
He held up his fortune-telling flag, packed up his stall, and walked across.
"Writing family letters, petitions, providing writing services, copying books, writing couplets, and inscribing door plaques..."
Passing by a scholar's stall, Lord Jieyun saw the words written on the back of the scholar's stall and couldn't help but stop and look at the scholar who was writing furiously.
“When Heaven is about to bestow a great responsibility upon a man, it will first test his mind and spirit, and make him work hard…”
Seeing the article the scholar was writing, the Taoist Master of Disaster's eyes lit up immediately.
Isn't this talking about him?
He used to be high and mighty, and although he had lofty ambitions, he was far away from this world.
Didn't the founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Taizu, rise to power after being exiled to a frontier? Isn't all this exactly the same as what he is doing now?
Lord Jieyun did not finish reading the entire article written by the scholar, but strode forward towards the noodle shop in front.
He wanted to have a good meal and then start his path of asceticism.
He wants to establish a Taoist country in this world, so how can he be separated from the people of this earth?
"Boss, give me two bowls of noodles, with extra mutton!"
The leader of the Jieyun Dao slammed the silver coins, which had not even warmed up yet, on the table.
When the noodle shop owner saw the silver, he immediately put on a smile and cheerfully said, "Two bowls of noodles, with extra mutton!"
Mutton has a fishy smell, which Jieyundao once disliked.
When he was living in seclusion in Jingxu Temple in the capital, Master Jieyun only ate beef.
Although the imperial court had banned the slaughter of oxen for work, for a dignified leader like him, he could always eat some beef if he wanted.
But nowadays, it’s good enough to have some mutton to eat.
If he wasn't unlucky, he would even have to eat pork.
Soon, two bowls of noodles were served.
The Jieyun Dao Master pointed to the scholar writing outside and said, "This bowl is for that scholar!"
"Well……?"
The waiter at the noodle shop was stunned when he heard what the robbery master said, "Sir, are you sure?"
"What? Is there a problem?"
"Sir, you may not know this, but that person is Mr. Zhang. He's always there, helping everyone for free. He says he's using this opportunity to practice calligraphy and gain insights into life."
"I don't understand what it means, but anyway, Mr. Zhang is not short of money!"
"The richest family in our town is Mr. Zhang's. Mr. Zhang may not be interested in your mutton noodles!"
"If I ask you to deliver it, then you can do it!"
Although he heard the scholar's origin from the waiter in the noodle shop, the Taoist Master Jieyun was only slightly stunned, and still firmly asked the waiter to send the mutton noodles over.
"Okay, you're the guest, you have the final say!"
The waiter saw the small change that the robbery master gave to his shopkeeper. Knowing that this man was rich, he naturally did not want to offend him.
He immediately carried the beef noodles out of the noodle shop and walked a few steps to Mr. Zhang who was writing.
"Master, this is what the guest invited you to eat!"
The waiter at the noodle shop turned around and gestured to the Taoist Master of Disaster who was sitting in the noodle shop.
Mr. Zhang was also stunned for a moment and turned to look at the Taoist Master of Disaster.
Their eyes met, and Master Jieyun raised the chopsticks in his hand, inviting Mr. Zhang to eat noodles with him.
Mr. Zhang had helped write a lot of documents for free in this town, but this was the first time someone asked him to do something, so he smiled immediately.
"Little Brother, please help me take the noodles back. I'll go in and eat with the old man!"
"Uh, ok, alright!"
The waiter at the noodle shop swallowed his saliva, his heart pounding, "So, the scholar also eats mutton noodles!"
Mr. Zhang put down his brush, used a paperweight to press down the paper he had not finished writing, washed his hands in the washbasin next to him, took a towel to dry them, and then walked towards the noodle shop.
"Thank you for the face, sir!"
Mr. Zhang entered the noodle shop and bowed to the Taoist Master Jieyun first.
The Jieyun Dao Master nodded slightly, very satisfied with Zhang Juren's attitude. He smiled slightly and said, "Don't say too much, eat the noodles first!"
Here comes the second chapter, and I'm still asking for monthly tickets. I have to go boil some water to soak my feet, they're frozen...
(End of this chapter)
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