Hearing the other party's voice, Tian Yue couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but in the end he smiled bitterly and said, "I haven't been able to break through so far. I am basically half a mortal. If God wants to punish me, then punish me. As long as Guishan rises, everything I do will be worth it."
"Haha... It's so worth it. Why don't you dedicate your soul and become a Taoist ghost under my sect. You can live forever and protect your sect. Why not?"
"Why do you have the sweet dream of becoming an immortal? You have to know that becoming an immortal is impossible. Now that the immortal network has been destroyed and the energy of heaven and earth is lacking, it is impossible for an immortal to save you."
"So what? Even if I can't become an immortal, I won't be your ghost soldier. Don't have such wishful thinking."
Taoist Aunt Tianyue looked at the statue of the evil ghost and couldn't help shouting. It was completely different from the previous master's appearance.
"Hehe... It's useless for you to be angry. As long as you die, I will take away your soul as soon as possible. You can't do it if you don't want to at that time. You still have some life, so you can enjoy the prosperity of the world as soon as possible."
The evil ghost statue made a series of sounds, and then the sandalwood inserted in the incense burner suddenly broke into several pieces.
"Humph, if you don't accept my incense, then you will never accept it."
Aunt Tianyue looked at the broken incense and couldn't help but became angry. After pulling out a few incense sticks, she turned around and walked out.
In a village around Guishan, there was an old Taoist with a Taoist spirit sitting in the corner. There was a wooden table in front of him. On the wooden table was a bamboo stick tube and a Taoist scripture.
This is none other than Li Laodao!
Li Laodao was sitting there with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was about to fall asleep. His Taoist robes were still as before, not stained by a trace of dust.
"Fortune teller, tell me the fortune."
Just when Li Laodao was concentrating with his eyes closed, a fat man came forward and sat down on the wooden bench next to him, with a cigarette in his mouth and a gold chain hanging around his neck. He looked like a wealthy man.
"Fat brother, you still think so, I think this is probably a lie."
Behind the fat man, a group of young people wearing down jackets couldn't help but laugh.
"Fuck you, shut up. Didn't you see me telling fortunes? Just tell me."
Li Laodao slowly opened his eyes, waved his hand and said, "Infinite Heavenly Lord, does this donor want a signature or a test?"
"Whatever, whatever you are good at, I'll take care of that."
The fat man looked at Mr. Li and saw that Mr. Li had a calm look, as if he had two brushes. He couldn't help but put away the arrogance on his face.
"Then let's draw lots."
Without further ado, Li Laodao shook the bamboo tube twice and pushed it in front of the fat man.
The fat man took a long puff of cigarette, looked at the bamboo sticks with wide eyes, then clasped his hands, closed his eyes, muttered a few words, then picked up the bamboo tube and started shaking it.
Li Laodao sat on the edge and watched quietly. When he heard the bamboo stick falling out, he didn't say anything, but picked it up and looked at it.
"Judging from the hexagrams, you are seeking wealth, right?"
Li Laodao put the bamboo stick into the bamboo tube and said lightly.
"Yes, I just want to make money. Do you think I can get rich this year?"
"You can make a fortune, but you have to go to Guishan in front of you in five days to offer incense. No matter what the reason, you must go, and the more people who go, the more wealth you can gather."
"Guishan? The more people, the better. Why?" The fat man was a little confused and asked again.
Li Laodao glanced at the fat man, then said with a smile, "I saw the lottery you just won a few days ago. The gold chain around your neck was also just bought, right?"
"You...how did you know?"
The fat man had a look of astonishment on his face, and even the few horses behind him had a look of surprise on their faces.
"Hehe, not only do I know that you won the prize, but I also know that you are going to get engaged soon. The gift is 66,000 yuan. How about that, right?"
"This... is really amazing, yes, very right...".
"Well, as long as you do what I say, you will be able to gather wealth again. It won't take long before you can win the lottery again. Then, don't forget about me, old man."
When the fat man heard that he could win the jackpot again, his eyes widened immediately. Several younger brothers behind him also looked excited.
"Master, do the math for me, I'm going to win too."
"Yes, do the math for me too."
"Go away and stay here, I haven't finished the calculation yet."
The fat man turned around and glared, and the younger brothers suddenly stopped talking. Then he turned back to look at Li Laodao.
"How many people are going to go and what things to bring? I want the master to tell me."
"Bring as many people as you have. If you want to get rich, you must go there on the same day, otherwise you will not be able to gather wealth in this life! Also, when you go up the mountain, hang white silk on your inner clothes. This will increase your wealth."
, and increase longevity."
Li Laodao looked so scheming that the fat man couldn't help but frown.
"Old Taoist Priest, this dead man is wearing a white silk ribbon. If you let us wear it, isn't that bad luck?"
The fat man wasn't stupid either. He immediately realized something was wrong and couldn't help but frown.
"Have you heard that white silk turns into red silk, and happy events are on the brows?"
"Oh, I understand, thank you, thank you...".
Half an hour later, the fat man led a few people away, and then several more people came to Li Laodao to tell their fortunes, but the other party sent them away with the same words.
In one afternoon, Li Laodao received fifteen guests. The words he said were exactly the same as those of the fat man. They all hung white silk ribbons up the mountain. The only difference was that some people were asked to hang white silk ribbons on the mountain, while others were tied up.
On the waist.
It was getting dark, and Li Laodao was sitting there with his legs crossed, counting the bills in his hand, with a proud look on his face.
"If I ruin your Guishan luck, let's see how arrogant you can be."
"Boy, I can only help you with this. The rest, you can do it yourself."
Counting the money, Li Laodao stood up, returned the wooden table to the shopkeeper behind him, then took the whisk and walked away.
Under the Turtle Mountain, there have been more Taoists for no reason in the past few days. They are all dressed as Taoists, as if they are here to play, and they do not set up stalls, as if they are waiting for someone.
Among these people, Mu Liutian and Zhou Jun were among them. Although they were fortune tellers, they still had a close relationship with Xiao Yu, so they still wanted to pay a visit.
In a small hotel, a slovenly Taoist was sitting on the bed humming to himself, watching the anti-Japanese drama on TV, with an excited expression on his face.
Sitting on the bed next to the sloppy Taoist was an old man with a dark complexion. The old man looked to be in his sixties, with a long beard. He looked a little thin, but very energetic.
"Old man Wu, you dragged me here just to watch TV?" Taoist Changxu said with an unhappy face.
"Don't worry, that guy will be here soon. Don't you have a good relationship with Xiao Shi? Don't you want to see his grandson? If you are really beaten to death by that old Taoist nun from Guishan, will you feel guilty?"
"Taoists are supposed to see through life and death. Even if you die, it is still fate. No one else can blame you," the old man with a long beard said calmly.
After hearing this, the sloppy Taoist turned around and pursed his lips, "I can't stand your pretentiousness. You talk about your fate in everything and don't fight for it. Even if you clearly want to help you, you can only stare at me and give me your fate!"
