Volume 1 Chapter 923 The Hateful Fortune Teller
Chapter 923 The Abominable Fortune Teller
Zhang Ai asked: "What are you going out for?" Ghost Ancestor said angrily: "What did you think I was going to do?" Zhang Ai said: "Last time I saw you, you said you were a top-level god-transformation cultivator and wanted to go out and kill the envoy? "Ghost Ancestor admitted: "Why not kill her? According to you, Meng Nu has just transformed into a god, and her cultivation is not yet stable; Shan Shen and Zhou Zheng are injured, and they have not reached the level of god transformation. The only ones who pose a threat are The Second Ghost Ancestor who fused with the black monster, unfortunately, in order to avoid being chased by the divine envoy, he had to give all his strength to the souls in the Iron Wire Valley every day, and he also had to keep his cultivation under the spirit of transformation. In this way, the five of them People are not too powerful, and they should be killed by divine messengers.”
"Not powerful yet? Don't forget, they have eaten Broken Pills." Because he had seen the terrifying methods of the Second Ghost Ancestor, Zhang Ai had a lot of doubts about the Ghost Ancestor. Such a terrifying guy, who knows what he will do after being released. things.
"So what if I've eaten the Broken Pill? I'm at the top level of the Transformation God, so I should be able to compete with the Divine Envoy." Ghost Ancestor insisted.
"You are really confident." Zhang Ping replied casually, guessing that the envoy did not know how to refine the temple's magic circle and could not forcefully break into the temple, otherwise he would have come in and killed people. Ghost Ancestor sighed: "I only have confidence now."
"Then you continue to have confidence." After saying this, he turned to Hai Ling and asked: "Shall we go out to play?" Hai Ling said: "Okay, let's go to the ninth floor." Zhang Ai left some food for Ghost Ancestor as usual, Then, led by Hai Ling, he entered the ninth floor of the Refining Temple.
The ninth floor is like a maze, with twists and turns. There is a bronze figure at every corner. Hai Ling introduced: "This is the Linglong Road. You have to defeat the bronze figure and take the right path to get to the eighth floor." "Layer." Zhang Fangfang took a closer look and said, "Oh my God, there are countless twists and turns here, and there are countless bronze figures. If you take the wrong path, you don't know how many fights you will have to fight to get to the next floor. It would be tiring for ordinary people." died. Thinking about it this way, the big tiger Huping really has some skills and can actually get through this level.
Zhang Ai asked: "Why is the Temple of Refining so weird? You can enter from the top or bottom, but you take two completely different paths. It's a torturing thing?"
Hai Ling smiled and said: "How can the master of the divine formation be so boring? He built this formation to guard the passage to other places, and it was not used for people to break into the palace. Why torture people? There are so-called portals above and below, and the tower has nine floors. , because there are nine consecutive magic formations that form a divine formation, with one as the head and one as the tail, which becomes the so-called entrance and exit door. How can there be a special door for people to enter and exit? "
Zhang Ai looked at the winding road ahead. This Refining Temple was really embarrassing. He sat down at the entrance and asked, "What should we do?" Hai Ling hesitated and said, "If we can't do it, escape?" Zhang Ai sighed. : "It's easy to escape, but what about the passage? I have to ask the divine envoy." Hai Ling asked: "Do you know him?" Zhang Ain replied: "Well, I wanted to ask, but he walked too fast. I want to bring Meng Nu back again. If I don’t ask in time, I’ll just go to Yan State again.”
Hai Ling agreed: "Maybe he has a way."
A dead horse is a living horse. No matter whether the divine envoy has any solution, he must ask before giving up. Zhang Ping said: "I will go find him soon." Hai Ling said: "There is no need to be in such a hurry. After so many years, it is not bad to wait a few more years."
The two of them stayed on the ninth floor for more than half a day, with no scenery to see. They just chatted and ate, and finally Zhang Ao said: "Watch the big ghost below. The ghost ancestor's abilities are really amazing and weird."
Hai Ling said: "It's okay. I'm the boss here. If I don't let him go, he will have to stay down there."
Zhang Ao nodded and said, "I just want you to pay more attention." Then he said, "I'm going out." Hai Ling said yes, the two said goodbye, and Hai Ling saw him out of the palace.
Zhang Ain returned to Yan Kingdom after leaving Wugu, flew straight to Shenghe City, landed outside the east gate, walked into the city, and stood in front of two restaurants. When he saw the legendary divine envoy, he could not tell the truth. The embarrassed fortune teller was in another dispute.
It was the same fool as last time who took a penny and asked the fortune teller to tell him which direction would bring wealth this time. The fortune teller refused to tell the fortune, so a dispute broke out. The fool began to torture the fortune teller, pulling on the fortune teller's collar and asking why he didn't tell his fortune. When he got angry, he slapped the fortune teller twice, but the fortune teller just dodged or blocked and did not fight back.
Zhang Ain looked at Zhi Le and really admired him. The fortune teller is truly the best in the world, but for such a powerful person, he would rather be bullied by a fool than hit someone back. Such a mind is indeed worthy of the status of a divine envoy.
When the fortune teller saw Zhang Awei coming, he hurriedly shouted: "Come here and help." Zhang Awei had no choice but to step forward, pull the fool's hands off the fortune teller's collar, and said kindly: "I've heard of people forcing girls into prostitution, but that's not the case. I’ve heard of people forcing people to tell fortunes. If this is the case, I don’t know how long you will be detained.”
The fool stubbornly said: "He tells fortunes and I give him money. Why don't you tell me fortunes? This is cheating! Besides, the government dares to lock me up? I can't beat them to death."
Okay, I admit that you can fight, and the government can't deal with you, but there is always someone who can deal with you. I heard last time that he had a sister-in-law, so he smiled and said, "What if your sister-in-law knows about this?" The fool's expression changed, and he lowered his voice and shouted: "Whoever dares to tip off my sister-in-law, I will break his legs. "
Zhang Fing said: "It's definitely not me." This guy was very irritating. He only said a few words, then he showed his hands to the fortune teller and said, "I tried to persuade him, but he didn't listen." The fortune teller was very angry and he couldn't bully him. A fool, but he was able to bully Zhang Afraid, shouting: "How dare you deal with me? I know the purpose of your trip!"
When Zhang Awei heard this, he helplessly replied in a low voice: "Threatening me? Are you mistaken? You are a master!" "What's wrong with master? Masters don't want to threaten people?" The fortune teller spoke while arranging his clothes.
Zhang was afraid that he had to face the fool again: "If he doesn't tell your fortune, I will tell it for you, okay?" The fool shook his head firmly: "No, who knows what you do? If you run away after calculating your fortune, you lied to me. "Money, where can I find you?" Zhang Zhen was a little depressed, I cheated you of a penny? He had no choice but to say: "I tell fortunes for no money." The fool replied: "I don't want any money. I just can't calculate my fortune. What do I want from you?"
It was such a difficult statement that Zhang was afraid that he would understand it, so he sighed and said, "Whether you believe it or not, I reckon you will get rich just by standing still."
The fool didn't believe it even more: "Just say you are a liar. My sister-in-law told me that there is nothing like getting something for nothing in the world."
Zhang Weijing was completely speechless: "You know that there is no such thing as getting something for nothing, so why don't you ask someone to tell your fortune to get something for nothing?"
The fool had his own reasons and said seriously: "Who said I got something for nothing? It's very tiring to walk a long way."
Well, you beat me again. Zhang Wei had no choice but to quietly throw a silver ingot up into the sky, and then it fell with a swish, hitting the fool's head. The fool covered his head and shouted: "Who hit me?" He turned around to look for the enemy, but he couldn't find it. He fell at his feet and saw ten people. Two silver coins.
The fool thought about it seriously and muttered in a low voice: "No one would hit someone with silver. If you want to hit someone, stones are better than silver, but where does the silver come from? Does it mean that silver falls from the sky?" He looked up and looked around, but he didn't see it. Silver makes me even more confused.
Zhang was really worried that he would faint from thinking about it, so he hurriedly said: "I calculated that if you stand still, you will get rich. You are right, this money is yours."
The fool immediately became happy and said, "Yes, yes, forget about this. I am lucky. Your calculation is really accurate." He picked up the money and walked away happily.
The fortune teller sighed: "Isn't this fooling him? What if from now on, he only thinks about money falling from the sky? If he dies of starvation, does this debt belong to you? Or does it belong to me?"
"Is it that serious?" Zhang Ain said in a stunned tone, and then added: "Then you said last time that he was rich in the West."
The fortune teller said: "This is the moment, the other is the moment. Forget it. If you don't tell him, I can't help you with that matter."
Zhang Ai said depressedly: "I didn't say anything, so you said no?" The fortune teller said: "I am the best fortune teller in the world. If I can't even figure out this thing, then I'm a fool."
"You are so awesome, how come you can't help? I don't make trouble or do bad things." Zhang continued to say because he was afraid of giving up.
The physiognomist sighed and said: "To tell you the truth, my status is higher than that of the God's Servant. I can't break the Wugu Divine Formation and the Refining Temple Divine Formation. Otherwise, I would have killed the guy holding down the Refining Temple."
"Why are you telling me this? What if you feel embarrassed at some point and want to kill me to silence me?" Zhang Ai frowned.
"I can't help you anyway." The fortune teller ended the topic and asked him: "Do you want a fortune teller?" "I don't want to!" Zhang Ain said loudly. The fortune teller curled his lips and said, "If you don't want to read, you won't read. Why are you shouting so loudly? In fact, I am really good at telling fortunes."
"Just because you are accurate, I don't count! What if you figure out when I will die? Should I try to live or just wait to die?" Zhang was very afraid of death.
"I've already figured out that you didn't want me to tell your fortune. I was teasing you just now." The fortune teller said with a bright smile.
Zhang Ping pretended he hadn't seen it and asked, "Who has any idea?" He was asking how to free Hai Ling.
The fortune teller shook his head: "I know, but I can't tell you. Don't ask anymore. You will know it some time."
"I really want to kick you!" Zhang Ping suddenly realized that the fortune teller was hateful, even more hateful than him. The fortune teller just pretended not to hear, and was not annoyed or angry. At this time, he was no longer a powerful, majestic and arrogant messenger, but an ordinary person.
Seeing the fortune teller looking like a man with a knife, Zhang Wen felt depressed. He thought again and again, rubbed his face, turned his angry expression into a smile, and said softly: "You can't be ungrateful. I just helped you." To solve a troublesome matter, even if it is to repay a favor, you have to reveal some information to me. "
The fortune teller chuckled softly when he heard this: "Throwing out ten taels of silver counts as helping me? Okay, I count you as helping me once. Then let me ask you, what do you think about the plot against me by you and the Mountain God's gang a few days ago? "
Zhang Awei retorted: "Why did I plot against you?"
The physiognomist chuckled and said, "It's such a big divine formation. It exploded three times in a row. If I weren't so powerful, I would have died several times. Isn't this a plot against me?"