The middle-aged man holding a white flag was about to enter the restaurant.

Immediately, a waiter from the store came up to him with a smile. He quickly glanced at the middle-aged fortune teller's outfit. Although he was not in tatters, he was extremely shabby, especially the long gown. It had been washed countless times, and it was white and turned yellow.

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"Sir, what would you like to order? We have a full range of drinks and a variety of dishes."

The waiter was smart and did not dare to do anything that looked down on others. There were hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the capital city. A few years ago, he had heard that a restaurant offended an immortal and ordered people to smash the entire restaurant with a sword. Several people died.

Hundreds of people.

The fortune teller laughed and threw out a small piece of silver, "Just serve a few dishes and a pot of good wine. I'm hungry."

When the waiter saw this heavy piece of silver, his eyes lit up. He had to be careful just now, otherwise he would really offend someone.

He received the money and smiled happily, and said in a cheerful voice: "Okay, please come in and invite me. Good wine and food will be here soon."

The fortune teller walked into the restaurant.

This eye-catching outfit immediately attracted the attention of many people in the restaurant.

The restaurant has two floors, and in some corners there are some people from all walks of life armed with swords.

There is nothing surprising about the middle-aged fortune teller. The main thing is that the white flag he holds in his hand catches the eye.

He sat at a table.

Several pairs of eyes were looking at him.

Finally, a customer with greasy stains on his sleeves couldn't help it anymore and asked the fortune teller: "Sir, what do you mean by that sentence written on the strip of cloth?"

When the middle-aged fortune teller heard this, he picked up the white cloth flag from the table, pointed at the five characters, and said with a smile: "Nine of the ten hexagrams are correct."

After hearing the fortune teller's words, he immediately noticed that many guests here started laughing.

The sleeves were stained with oil, and he seemed to be a butcher who killed pigs. His face turned red, and he stuttered: "I, of course I know the words, just these five words..."

Immediately, someone next to him smiled and said: "Hey, fortune teller, we are also surprised that you, a fortune teller, want to make money with such a sign."

At a table by the window, there was a pair of sassy ladies sitting there. They also laughed generously, with a clear voice that attracted other guests to look over.

"That's right, fortune teller, if you miss nine out of ten hexagrams, who dares to ask you to tell them?" A girl in a yellow shirt among the pair of heroines said with a smile.

At this time, the waiter also came over with a teapot and a wine bottle.

He was also amused by this scene, but thinking that the fortune teller was a guest and that he was spending a lot of money, it was very difficult to hold back his laughter.

Faced with the laughter of these people, the fortune teller shook his head and said with a smile: "A bunch of foolish mortals, what do you know?"

There was a bit of pride in his words, and a bit of unnatural contempt. He was not talking about one person, but seemed to belittle everyone in the restaurant.

There is some illusion of superiority.

Many people in the restaurant were stunned for a moment, and then they laughed even louder.

However, no one took the initiative to cause trouble anymore. It was just a small incident during dinner.

Most of the people eating in the restaurant are ordinary people. Even if there are some charlatans, they still adhere to the principle of not causing trouble when going out and will not take the initiative to offend others.

After the waiter poured tea for the fortune teller, he placed a jar of wine and a cup next to him and said with a smile: "You drink first, the food will be here soon. If you need anything, please call me anytime."

After the fortune teller had a cup of tea, he filled himself with wine and started drinking.

However, on the table next to the stairs on the second floor, there was a pair of eyes silently watching the fortune teller.

This is a slender young man with an ordinary face, but he has an extraordinary temperament, especially when his eyes open and close, the sharp light occasionally flickers, making people dare not look at him.

He looked carefully at the fortune teller on the first floor.

Suddenly someone spoke across from the young man.

"What's there to see?"

Sitting opposite the young man was an old man with white hair and some bruises and swelling on his face. It seemed that he had just been beaten. Judging from the strange look that the waiter in the restaurant occasionally gave him, it seemed that he had been beaten in this restaurant.

"He is just a young monk who has just entered the third level of Qi training in his forties. However, he does have some confidence in treating these mortals. After all, even in the immortal world, even if he is at the first level of Qi training, he can still regard mortals as pigs.

dog."

But facing this young man with sharp eyes and extraordinary temperament, he had no scruples. He chewed meat and wine in his mouth and said these words in a concise manner.

When the fortune teller first came in, the old man took one glance and then did not take a second look, as if the fortune teller was not worth a second glance.

But the young man drank a glass of wine and said, "The words 'Nine out of ten hexagrams are missing' written on his flag means that even if nine out of ten hexagrams are missing, one hexagram will always be correct."

? This is worth pondering."

The old man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and swallowed a piece of duck meat: "Interesting."

It seemed that because of the young man's words, he became interested in the fortune teller again. He turned his head and took a second look.

One more look.

His eyes flickered, but only for a moment, and then he shook his head, but the look deep in his eyes was still the same as before.

That's the look in the monk's eyes that treats ordinary people like ants.

It is also the indifference of those with great supernatural powers who regard ordinary monks, especially a young monk at the third level of Qi training, as indifferent as a caterpillar.

I am sure that that person is just an ordinary third-level Qi practitioner.

He took another sip of wine and said: "If you want to transform into a god, you must transform into a mortal. I think you have realized this yourself. The so-called transforming into a mortal means to realize an artistic conception. Once you realize the artistic conception, you will be separated from it."

God is not far away, and in mortal life, occasional fortune telling seems to be a good choice. You may be able to ask that little monk to tell your fortune as a big monk of Nascent Soul, and experience the mood of a mortal...

"

The young man withdrew his gaze and frowned at the old man who was picking his teeth.

In fact, he sensed something fishy about the old man from the beginning.

Just when he was looking for the place where he would transform into a mortal, the old man patted him from behind, and he could see through his cultivation level and his subsequent tendency to transform into a mortal at a glance. It was precisely for this reason that he was pulled by the old man.

Just like coming to this restaurant, treat him to a meal.

But as he spoke, Wang Lin calmed down more and more, and kept a distance from the old man in his heart.

After picking his teeth, the old man took a peek at Wang Lin, rolled his eyes, and then cried out sadly, holding his stomach: "Oh, my stomach, I'm sorry, I'm a little full from eating, I have to go to the toilet, are you there?"

Just wait, I will come back later to tell you about your transformation..."

After that, the old man slipped downstairs skillfully.

Wang Lin frowned.

A dozen breaths passed.

The old man has not come back yet.

A waiter boldly walked over, hesitated for a long time, and said: "Sir, you were also deceived by that old guy. You thought he was going to the toilet. I'm afraid that by now, there will be no one left who has already escaped."

I don’t know how many of you he has brought here to be slaughtered. As far as I can see in the small shop, there are already several distinguished guests who are very angry because he cheated them out of a few meals."

Last time, a distinguished customer who was cheated took out his anger on their shop and smashed a table with one palm. He needs to be more careful this time.

Wang Lin's heart moved.

I'm afraid it's not because I was deprived of a meal, but because as a monk, I was deceived by a pretentious person.

but!

Wang Lin carefully recalled every move of the old man just now, including the momentum he had given him while looking down at the middle-aged physiognomist on the third floor of Qi training on the first floor. It didn't look fake at all, it was real with enough momentum.

But I'm afraid that many monks have been deceived just because of his superb acting skills.

However, he can accurately call out his own cultivation level and see through the cultivation level of the physiognomist downstairs, and...

Wang Lin took a deep breath. No matter what, this old man was weird. Don't provoke him. Just focus on finding a place to turn into a mortal.

He then walked out of the restaurant.

The waiter secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This man didn't seem to be very angry?

…………

On another street.

The white-haired old man who slipped away just now has appeared here.

The white-haired old man touched his chin: "That kid just now was full of evil energy. I don't know how much blood was stained on his hands, but he has some potential to become..."

"However, we still have to see if he can successfully transform into a mortal."

When the old man was thinking.

Suddenly, a man wearing a bamboo hat walked up the street.

He looked like a rich man in the crowd of people on the street, but he came straight towards the old man.

The strange thing is that when he walked towards the old man, the people on the street subconsciously ignored these two people.

"Thank you, senior, for the bamboo hat."

After the man in the bamboo hat approached, he took off the bamboo hat on his head with a respectful and fearful expression, and presented it to him respectfully.
To be continued...