Xu Tong stared at Lao Dao. He opened the Qi Gate of Life Eye and looked up and down at Lao Dao. He saw that Lao Dao was mediocre. Not only did he have no cultivation, but his own luck was also extremely bad.
As long as he was possessed by the god of poverty and the god of decline came to his doorstep, it was a miracle for him that the old Taoist was still alive and well.
Such an unlucky person actually tells other people's fortunes.
Thinking of this, Xu Tong grinned: "Okay, then I'll listen to the old god's advice."
When the old man saw the business coming to his door, he took Guo Yi's hand and looked at it carefully for a while, then said with a troubled face: "Wait a moment!"
As he spoke, he took out an old book with yellowed and worn leather from the bag on his waist, and carefully flipped through it.
Now Guo Yi was not happy. Well, you brought a fortune-telling book with you. Your business is too unprofessional, right? He couldn't help but snorted: "It's too late to just make up for it."
"Hahaha, I am a disciple of Longhu Mountain, how can I trick you?"
The old Taoist also disagreed with Guo Yi's ridicule. After flipping through a few pages, he nodded: "Yes, this strong man was in trouble when he was young. In his middle age, he transferred his wife and concubines. He got a son without confusion. He was short of wood and water, and his body was broken.
But for the rest of my life, I have no worries about food and clothing. As for this marriage, haha, it’s a match made in heaven.”
"That's nonsense, old guy, believe it or not, I'll break your legs!"
When Guo Yi heard this, he immediately became angry. He was a bachelor now, and Sanniang still had nothing to say about her affairs. Why did this old Taoist say that they became two wives and concubines, and there was another one?
He is also like a severed body. Although he is only a master, he is also a horizontal training Taibao. In addition, Yuan Bei taught him the Great Demon Subduing Fist. Even if he is a master in the Dao realm, it will not be easy to kill him.
In addition, experienced fortune tellers also have to read books. This kind of amateur operation is a charlatan no matter how you look at it.
He reached out and grabbed Lao Dao's shoulder, wanting to give Lao Dao a taste of the pain. Otherwise, with this level of work, he would be beaten to death sooner or later if he didn't starve to death.
"Hey, hey, a strong man has something to say, but a poor man has a weak body and cannot withstand the slap of a strong man!!"
The old Taoist took a look and saw Guo Yi's big hand like a bear's paw grabbing it. His face immediately turned pale and he was trembling with fear.
"Wait a minute, in that case, the old god might as well do the math for me."
Xu Tong stopped the angry Guo Yi and thought that this old man was interesting. After all, he was idle, so he might as well have some fun, do some calculations, and see how he was doing.
"Your Majesty, this is a charlatan..."
Guo Yi was afraid that Xu Tong would be deceived, so he quickly tried to dissuade him.
But when the old Taoist saw Xu Tong's interested expression, he immediately became confused and hurriedly explained:
"You are still a little brother who knows things. It's not that I am not good at business, but my fortune-telling technique was created by the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain. It has the power to penetrate the heaven and the earth, and contains the mystery of the universe, the truth of heaven and earth, everything...
Wan...well, anyway, it is profound and profound, and you need to read it frequently to ensure its fulfillment."
"Yes, yes, what the Taoist priest said makes sense."
Xu Tong took out a piece of broken silver and handed it to Lao Dao. He opened his palm and asked Lao Dao to show it to him.
The old Taoist took a look at Xu Tong's palm, then looked through the book, and seemed to have found a corresponding point, and immediately walked up to Xu Tong.
"Little brother, I can tell by looking at your face that you are a very rich and powerful person. Although you may not be a general or minister, you will have no worries about food and clothing in this life, and you will have sons of dragons and phoenixes when you are three years old. However, your luck seems to be a bit bad recently.
…”
At the end of the sentence, the old man looked embarrassed.
"Well, I've been having bad luck recently. Does Taoist Master have any solution?"
Xu Tong was very cooperative with Lao Tao's expression, and casually took out another ingot of silver and put it into Lao Tao's hand.
The old Taoist held the silver and almost couldn't hold his tongue straight. He nodded immediately: "Yes, yes, yes."
As he spoke, he took out a yellow talisman from his arms and patted Xu Tong's palm.
"This is the divine talisman of Tianbao. It is Master Zhang Tian of Longhu Mountain. It has been used as a talisman for seventy-seven forty-nine days, and ninety-nine and eighty-one heavenly thunders are used as pens. The power of the gods and gods is used as ink, and the three pure states of Taishang are used as ink."
In this name, the talisman enshrined in front of the Sanqing Statue in Longhu Mountain and received incense for ten years will definitely ensure that the young master is safe and sound, and will have good fortune and turn bad luck into good luck."
Everyone on the side rolled their eyes when they heard this.
I've seen people who brag, but I've never seen anyone who can brag like this.
If it weren't for the yellow talisman in Xu Tong's hand, which was dirty, old and full of stains, everyone would almost have believed it.
Xu Tong was so happy that he threw it into the prop book. Even the entries in the prop book were so perfunctory.
[A broken piece of paper]
Worthless…
The old man took the money and ran away. Guo Yi turned back and looked at Xu Tong: "Your Majesty, you know this is a liar."
"I know, but I have nothing to do. Isn't it nice to listen to other people's bragging?"
Xu Tong has seen many charlatans, but this is the first time he has encountered such an unreliable liar. It is rare for someone to brag so well and dare to brag so much. If he doesn't encourage him, how can he become bigger and stronger?
After this little episode, Xu Tong was relieved of most of his complaints.
It’s not like Zhang Haisheng is the only academic master. As the saying goes, having an old man in a family is like having a treasure. Don’t I have three old men in my family?
Three cobblers can compete with one Zhuge Liang. I don't believe that these three old guys can't even copy a poem.
Thinking of this, Xu Tong felt instantly in a good mood, and the stress disappeared without a trace.
Getting on the carriage: "Go home!"
When the carriage arrived at Huangyi, before Xu Tong could get out of the car, Mr. Dai from Huangyi hurried to the carriage.
"Hey, my little ancestor, you are finally back."
Xu Tong opened the car window and saw Dai Yude sweating profusely. He glanced at the gate of Huangyi out of the corner of his eye. When he saw Shenwuwei standing outside the door, he probably understood.
"Is there a decree from the palace?"
"Yes, I've been here a long time ago. I'm just waiting for you to come back."
Dai Yude said, and quickly helped Xu Tong jump out of the carriage, and hurriedly walked to the gate of the imperial post. Only then did he see Dai Yude slow down, turn around and tidy up the corners of Xu Tong's clothes, and then walked slowly with him.
Enter Huangyi.
"Under the sect, the foundation of the world is to think about the people, and it is also the path of the great road. The world is respectful to the prince Li Zheng. He must do everything personally, have both virtues and filial piety. He is an example for the kings and grandsons of the world. The imperial edict was written, and he was named the founding uncle and appointed Taichang.
Temple, Taichang Shaoqing, also gave three hundred gold, three thousand silver, three boxes of pearls and jade..."
He was recited aloud and everyone in the huge palace could hear him clearly.
Xu Tong hurriedly bowed to accept the order.
After thinking about it for a while, I learned from Li Zheng's memory that the position of Taichang Shaoqing was an official of the fourth rank.
Responsible for the authority of rituals, music and sacrifices.
This official position is neither big nor small, and theoretically he is even qualified to enter and exit the court to discuss politics.
Now I finally got promoted and made a fortune.
However, the eunuch who was reciting the imperial edict glanced at Xu Tong: "The saint said that the Xuantan ceremony is about to begin. The prince does not need to be distracted. The prince does not need to be involved in court affairs for the time being. He can just concentrate on running his errands."
Xu Tong understood what it meant as soon as he heard it.
But when you think about it, it is natural. The promotion is because he is about to perform dharma on behalf of heaven and participate in the Xuantan Dharma Assembly.
A low-ranking official serving as a river patrol officer looks nothing like anything.
But he cannot allow himself to participate in court affairs. After all, the status of the Li family and going to court to discuss politics will invisibly send a message to the court. This is a situation that today's saints never want to see.
Xu Tong was not interested in the dispute between Li and Wu, let alone participated in it. This decision was actually in line with his own wishes, and he happily agreed immediately.
Just as he was about to straighten up, the eunuch continued: "Your Majesty, the saint also said so."
Xu Tong was startled and hurriedly bent down.
The eunuch continued: "The sage said, I haven't seen you write poetry for a long time, and I don't know if you have any new works recently."
When Xu Tong heard this, he immediately began to curse in his heart. He thought with his toes and knew that this must be the bald donkey on the side of the sage who was putting on small shoes for himself again.
He could only reply: "Please, father-in-law, please report back to the saint. I have already prepared it, but it is just a little lacking in polishing. Let me have a new work in a few days."
"Um!"
The old eunuch was very satisfied after hearing this, and talked some nonsense with Xu Tong before leading the others away.
After the old eunuch left, Dai Yude hurriedly stepped forward and cupped his hands and said: "Congratulations to the Crown Prince, congratulations to the Crown Prince. If the Crown Prince can be valued by the saint, his future prospects are limitless."
Dai Yude stepped forward to ask for a blessing, and Xu Tong asked Guo Yi to take out some red envelopes and distribute them to Dai Yude and others as usual.
This made Guo Yi feel bad. Even if he didn't have much money, he still had more than ten taels of silver.
After sending Dai Yude away, Xu Tong could only turn around and walk to the room, close the door, and start composing poetry behind closed doors...
A few days later...
In a village outside Luoyang City, a deep sigh was heard.
"Are you sure he's really not dead??"
"Yes, it's absolutely true. This boy is still alive, and he was wearing a cassock in front of the Tanhua Tower. He looked like a half layman and half a monk. He held two courtesans on his arms and composed a love poem."
"I wanted to lean against the green window and accompany you, but I regretted that I had gone astray in this life. I had the intention to go to the jungle with my alms bowl, but I lost my love for a beautiful woman."
Looking at the poems handed over by his subordinates, Lu Zhi couldn't help but laugh: "He is really a wanderer."
Last time in the Six Arts Hall, he failed to kill this kid, but instead killed many generals. Even his right-hand man, Fu Hongjun, was also killed.
Although he successfully broke through, he also suffered a lot of injuries.
Now I'm afraid it would be a little difficult to kill this kid.
"Leader, do you want to..."
Someone stepped forward and put forward his own idea. Since he couldn't do it openly, he would attack secretly. The leader's victory-hating technique was something few people could match nowadays. He might as well use this method to ruin this kid's luck first.
But this idea was directly rejected by Lu Zhi.
"Although I am tired of winning, I am not a tired person after all. The art of being tired of winning is too weird and overbearing, and it can backfire on its master if I am not careful."
"But Master, yesterday this boy wrote this poem, and now he is called the Love Monk. He is already famous. If he continues to torment, the fate of Buddhism..."
Lu Zhi felt this way, but if he wanted to make another move now, he might not have the right chance.
Just as Lu Zhi was in a state of confusion, someone walked in from outside the door.
It was none other than Shi Jin.
When everyone saw Shi Jin, they all called him the leader of the hall. Now Shi Jin was already Lu Zhi's disciple. The coiled dragon stick in his hand was his most proud asset. As a reward for the helmsman, he killed Lu Zhi.
Bad coach Cao Huasheng, such a record is enough to shut everyone up.
"Master, there is news about the coffin from the old man."
Shi Jin stepped forward and handed a special machine box to Lu Zhi. Seeing this, Lu Zhi immediately took the machine box over. After twisting his fingers on it a few times, it popped out with a "click" sound.
A note.
Lu Zhi picked up the note, unfolded it and looked at it carefully, his face suddenly brightened and darkened.
When everyone saw this, they didn't know what happened for a moment, but seeing that Lu Zhi's expression was not right, someone asked: "Leader, what's the problem??"
Lu Zhi didn't explain, but just handed the note in his hand to everyone on the side. Everyone took it with both hands and took a look at it in the sunshine outside. Their expressions changed drastically: "Why is it this kid again??"
