Due to the west, dark clouds suddenly gathered. Yuan Sengdao looked in horror. His eyes attracted Huang Quan. When he turned around, he saw dark clouds looming over him in the west.

Yuan Monk Daodun looked sad and said: "This great sage, I think... I think it's better not to forget it, right?"

Huang Quan stared at the black clouds in the west and couldn't laugh or cry. Even though he had been practicing in the world for a long time, this scene made his hopeful heart collapse instantly.

He faced the senator, and his hand, which had no place to rest, finally fell on the senator's shoulder and clasped it firmly: "Forget it! Count it for me!"

At this time, the brothers who came with him could still feel Huang Quan's persistence, and Jing Qian felt inexplicably sad.

Seeing that the elder still kept his fingers crossed and silent, Huang Quan became impatient and said, "What's the inconvenience for me to say, old man?"

"It's not inconvenient to say!" As he spoke, the elder stretched out his arm and pointed to the west: "The west position of Kandao is opposite to Li. I'm afraid you have to go to the altar to see the clues of this hexagram. Otherwise, if I want to reveal it without permission, I might Wrong celestial phenomena!"

When Huang Quan heard this, he hesitated for a moment, and then lamented: "Old man, please come with me. When the sky clears up, I will ask someone to set up an altar!"

Although Huang Quan was still a little worried about the elder's words, but even so, his heart was always tied to the Qi of the Netherworld Escort Agency.

After walking a few steps, Huang Quan suddenly stopped and turned around to look at the elder. His eyes seemed to be full of doubts.

The hearts of Ma Jun and others standing by were in their throats, but Huang Quan suddenly smiled and said: "Heh, this old man has great footwork, but he is a good practitioner?"

This sentence caught the senator off guard, and he hurriedly clasped his fists and responded: "Oh, what are you talking about? When I came out of the flag post, I knew some fists and kicks, but I am old and not very useful anymore!"

Huang Quan expressed his understanding, nodded, and suddenly said: "When I was in the Central Plains in the early years, I heard that there is a fortune teller in the northwest, and people are nicknamed Fate Gentleman! Of course, it is a bit exaggerated to say Fate Gentleman. My fellow disciples didn't believe it, so I thought of it. Exposing his deceptive trick, who would have thought that the destined gentleman had already predicted that my junior brother was going to go, so he hid in the mountains and only left a message at Dunhuang Racecourse!"

"Oh? A gentleman? I wonder what motto he left behind?" The senator stroked his goatee and fell into deep thought.

Just when the elder fell into recollection and woke up, Huang Quan's murderous black face seemed to devour him. Leng Buding shuddered and pretended to whisper in apology: "Why is this, Daxian?"

It turned out that Huang Quan had quietly noticed that the elder was in a trance at the moment he just recalled it.

The elder came to his senses in a hurry, and this trembling smile removed Huang Quan's doubts. Huang Quan's eyes slowly softened and said: "That sentence has not come true yet, but I believe it, I believe in the gentleman of fate! "

From the beginning to the end, Huang Quan never said what the motto of the fateful gentleman was, which made Yuan Sengdao restless for a long time.

Until the moment he followed in, the elder was on alert. It was cold in March and April, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

After walking for more than a hundred steps, the elder kept observing the surrounding environment. Several brothers were also suppressed by Huang Quan's aura and hurriedly followed their footsteps.

When she arrived in front of a square building, Qiu Ying stopped immediately because she recognized that this was her mother's bed, Ruixiang Pavilion.

For fear of leaking something, Ma Jun turned around and patted Qiu Ying's back gently. This small movement suddenly made Huang Quan stop, slowly turned his head and glanced back, and then walked forward again.

After walking a few steps and turning around Ruixiang Pavilion, Huang Quan looked up at the gorgeous Wish Pavilion in front of him, his face suddenly lost.

He originally thought that Huang Quan's mansion was this gorgeous Wish Pavilion, but he kept walking forward until he reached a rough earth-tile house. He stopped and walked around to ask the elder: "This is where I live.

It’s Jingquan House, I’ll stay here for the time being, and I’ll teach you how to take care of other things!”

Seeing that Huang Quan was dressed in clothes and that he was full of energy, he didn't look like a guest at all. Instead, he was alone in a rough place in the back alley of this house. Several people suddenly looked weird and indifferent.

Then, Huang Quan invited the elders into the house and turned around and said: "The old man is old and frail. You guys should be careful and share all the meals with me!"

The long-lasting vigilance was suddenly relaxed, and several people looked at the dilapidated house in front of them in awe and confusion.

Ma Jun always thought that the source of all evil was just a group of ghosts and ghosts, but he never expected that the black-faced old man he saw today was so extraordinary.

On the eaves in front of the door, there are scattered rubbles that will hit your head if you shake them even slightly, but the seemingly uneven blue brick courtyard is extremely clean.

After Huang Quan left, several people walked around Jingquan House and observed everything around them.

Suddenly Ma Jun pointed to the walled back alley and shouted in surprise: "Look! There are two roosters there!"

"Hey, what's so strange about this!" Huaiyi replied lightly.

Jing Qian looked forward, and when he saw it, his expression suddenly became panicked.

Ma Jun noticed the change in Jing Qian's expression and asked, "Do you think it's magical? The Netherworld Escort Bureau never keeps live animals!"

"Warlocks observe phenomena! They have long had the intention of divination. At least this man named Huang Quan has noticed the weather!"

"Are you saying that the elder got it wrong this time?"

"It's not groundless. The elders must have discovered something, but they just didn't have the chance to reveal it to us!"

Ma Jun was suddenly startled and said: "Then didn't he hit the edge of a knife? It's okay for a veteran to dance with a stick, but it's a bit difficult for him to do it on the altar, right?"

"Martha, I'm not afraid to tell you that the Elder is a mystery. He is proficient in too many things. Every time he encounters any difficult problem, he has a way to deal with it. Don't forget where he practiced!"

Jinggan's answer still made Ma Jun a little worried. He smiled reluctantly, looked at the calm elders in the room, frowned and remained silent for a long time.

At this time, loud noises came from the Tongtian Hall, and the shouting was so loud that it shook the earth.

"Holy Lord of the Netherworld, hundreds of years, thousands of years, tens of millions of years!"

After two days of panic, Huang Quan came from Tongtian Hall with disheveled hair.

The first thing he said after hurriedly entering Jingquan House was: "The Holy Lord agreed, can the old man choose a month to perform rituals?"

The elder slowly put two pickles into his mouth. He took a few steps outside, looked at the sky and said, "We can make it the next day!"

Huang Quan's face suddenly beamed with joy, and he bowed to the elders and poured tea into the dish: "In addition to the altar and the Bagua formation, what else do you need?"

"You need to sacrifice a live animal, eight pieces of yellow mounting paper, and a heavy object from the escort agency!"

"Others are easy to deal with, but what's the weight of this escort agency?"

At this time, the elder showed an indifferent expression, then wiped off his sleeves, turned around and sat down, picked up the chopsticks and took a few bites of the food.
Chapter completed!