Grinding wondered, "What does it mean?"

"Don't listen to the old charlatan's nonsense."

Wang Banxian took the remaining paintings and placed them on the coffee table.

The first painting is a border city. A burly man wearing a beast suit and disheveled hair, covered in blood, holding the ground with one sword, and fighting against the thousands of troops of the Western Chu alone. Behind him is the first city in the western border of the Ming Dynasty, Yinyang City. At the top of Yinyang City, someone is preparing to lower the flag and open the city to surrender.

The second painting is the water town in the south of the Yangtze River. By the green water lake, there is a fairy-like sword fairy in the air. The sword fairy surrounded by holy light looked down at the people of the city, crawling on the ground with a membrane to worship. A handsome young man jumped up in the air and stabbed the sword fairy with a sword, but was stopped by the sword fairy and could not move.

The third painting is in the capital. The eight-armed Nezha City has become broken tiles and ruins, with beacons everywhere, starving and killing people in the city, with 100,000 corpses and blood flowing into a river. The palace turns into a sea of ​​fire, with a general in an iron-clothed mount, looking at all indifferently.

Wang Banxian looked a little listless and murmured, "The situation is not good. Only these?"

Dan Qingsheng had just painted, and almost exhausted all his energy. His body was a little weak. He whispered, "When I was painting, I should have had another one, but when I finished writing, I couldn't remember it. You also know that when I was walking apart, I had no consciousness."

Wang Banxian sighed, "The West End is falling, the immortals appear to be saints, and the capital is invincible. Could it be that the chaotic times five hundred years ago will reappear on earth again?"

Dan Qingsheng said: "What I draw may not be accurate. When I went to Shujian Mountain, I didn't paint it until you died on Shujian Mountain. Are you not jumping around now?"

Wang Banxian did not tell him that it was not that he was inaccurate in drawing, but that he had almost exhausted all his cultivation and used the power of the God of Shocking Formation to change his fate against the will of heaven and stole a life from the God of Death. During that trip to Shujian Mountain, he had a life of death. If there was any mistake, his life would be explained there.

Nowadays, the three paintings made by Dan Qingsheng are very bad, which coincides with the hexagram he used to divine the Ming Dynasty on the banks of the Luoshui River half a year ago. There is also a variable in that he is not sure about the good and bad luck. He still has the same situation in the same situation.

Dan Qingsheng advised him to do his best and obey his destiny, but Wang Banxian was unwilling to accept it.

He has too much responsibility for this world and too much affection for this world. No one can destroy the world he guards, nor can Gods and immortals. The national teacher Wang Tianshi did not allow it, and now the fortune teller Wang Banxian is not allowed.

As long as things haven't happened yet, everything is possible.

"What are your plans next?"

Wang Banxian stroked his palm and smashed the three paintings into powder, "I'm going to go to Jiangnan."

Dan Qingsheng was a little worried that among the three people who escaped from Shujian Mountain, the fates were different. He looked down on life and death, was infatuated with the mountains and rivers and Dan Qing, and lived a secluded life. Wang Banxian and Li Chuntie were determined to do something for the world. He could not compare to the two of them.

For thirty years, Wang Banxian has destroyed his voice and appearance, abandoned his martial arts, hid his name, hid among the mountains and rivers, and avoided Shujian Mountain's pursuit. He has been hiding the fortune in the world for thirty years, and has long been regarded as a thorn in his eyes and a thorn in his flesh, trying to get rid of it. But Wang Banxian is good at arithmetic and escapes without any injuries every time, leaving Shujian Mountain with no choice.

Li Chuntie transformed into the president of the Dengwen Academy, secretly controlling the fate of the world.

The two of them are both bright and dark, seemingly never interacting with each other, but they have the same goal.

"Aren't you afraid of those people coming to you?"

Wang Banxian said: "Anyway, this life was picked up. Instead of living, it would be better to have a fucking fight. I'm leaving!"

Shutong said: "The vegetarian rice has been prepared."

Wang Banxian said, don’t mess with so many fools. Danqing Villa is not short of money. I’ll spend it first. When you have money in the future, I will pay you back. However, I probably won’t have any money in the future.

Dan Qingsheng asked Shutong to get five thousand silver notes and gave them to Wang Banxian. Wang Banxian didn't even say thanks and said goodbye with the banner. Dan Qingsheng and Shutong sent them out of the villa. Before leaving, Dan Qingsheng suddenly asked, "Tianshi, where have you hidden the fortune in the world?"

Wang Banxian said proudly, "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed."

After saying that, he left the villa by singing the unknown Shaanxi music in Lingnan.

Shutong looked at his leaving figure and said, "Master, this old guy is so weird."

Dan Qingsheng took back his mind and said, "Grinding, have you always wanted to leave Dan Qing Villa and go to the world to explore the world, so you are the teacher. You can pack up now and go out tomorrow morning."

When the grinding heard it, he almost jumped up excitedly, almost unable to believe his ears, "Really? Master, you are so nice to me!" Then he thought, "If I'm not here, what should you do?" Dan Qingsheng said angrily, "Master, I have hands and feet, but can't take care of myself?"

Dan Qingsheng returned to the room and took out another painting from his arms. On the painting, Dan Qingsheng fell in a pool of blood, his hands and feet were cut off, and next to him was a pen, ink, paper and inkstone scattered all over the floor. A middle-aged man stood beside his body.

He did not tell Wang Banxian that there was actually another person who went down the mountain alive on Shujian Mountain.

...

Hanshan Temple.

Xiao Jinyan and others entered Hanshan Temple. Although this temple was not magnificent, it was also arranged in an orderly manner and quite unique way, so I couldn't help but have some fun.

The host of Hanshan Temple, Zen Master Zhenling, was meditating and chanting scriptures in the meditation room. He looked like a monk, but he was so panicked. Another Tianning Temple was built in Suzhou City. It is said that it was a monk. Foreign monks could recite scriptures, leading several big pilgrims in his temple there, and poached several capable monks from his temple, making the incense here worse than before.

Now, in the huge temple, he and a little disciple are the only one sitting guard. This little disciple is lazy and doesn't care about incense. He is willing to do anything, but he can't find a suitable replacement. At this moment, Zen Master Zhenling saw Xiao Jinyan and his party enter the yard.

He was the abbot of a temple, and another master of Taoism. Gao Yingyuan gave him a job. He lost his identity when he did it. He glanced at his little apprentice, but found that he was leaning against the cushion and snoring. So he coughed twice. The apprentice slept like a dead pig, so he knocked his head with a wooden fish.

The apprentice woke up and touched his head, "Master, why are you hitting me?"

Zen Master Zhenling was nude at the outside, and the little disciple came over. He jumped up and walked out in one step and said to Xiao Jinyan and others, "Dear donors, welcome to visit my temple. I wonder if you are here, whether you are here to be the best or... whether you are asking for future or marriage? I ask about career or official career. My temple will respond to all requests. Recently, a new event has been launched, old pilgrims attract new pilgrims, and there are commissions to get."

Xiao Jinyan said haha, "I dare not take it as a donor. I am so poor that I don't even have a copper coin, where can I give it?"

When the little monk heard that he had no money, his face suddenly drooped.

Xiao Jinyan pointed at Li Qingcheng, "This is your donor."

The little monk smiled at Li Qingcheng. Before he could speak, Li Qingcheng said, "I have money, but I, Li, have been born for more than twenty years. I, Li, have not burned incense, worshipped Buddha, and made no wishes..."

Before he could finish speaking, the little monk yawned, "Goodbye."

As soon as he returned to the hall, Zen Master Zhenling's wooden fish came over like a storm. The little monk covered his head and ran out, shouting as he ran: "Master, I'll follow what you taught me, why are you hitting me?"

Xiao Jinyan also said, "Master, why are you still beating people?"

Zen Master Zhenling said, "This kid is lazy and eats two people's meals. He slept more than me. He taught him a lesson and learned to talk back. I hit him to help him."

Zhao Langjiang said, "Why, I'll help you too?" As he said that, he was about to come forward to beat Zen Master Zhenling. Xiao Jinyan stretched out his hand to hold it, "There is no help in other people's family affairs."

The young monk ran like a rabbit, and he didn't suffer any loss. Zen Master Zhenling chased after him for a long time, panting, and the appearance of the Taoist monk disappeared. He said, "Dear donors, it's fate. Since you have fate, why not sit down and taste tea? If you have fate, I will give you a hexagram."

Xiao Jinyan said that there is no need to discuss the truth, just ask for a cup of tea, and I am really a little thirsty.

Everyone sat in the guest room, and the little monk boiled water and served tea.

The little red fish saw that there was a pond in the yard, and there were dozens of koi carp in the pond, which were colorful. They asked the little monk for some fish food and gave it to the koi. The little monk stood by and accompanied him.

"These koi have been raised for some years, right?"

The little monk said, "It was here when I was beaten to me. Sister of the beautiful donor, do you like it? How about I give you one?"

Little Red Fish nodded, "Of course I like it."

She had the word fish in her, so she loved these koi very much. She pointed at them and said, "This one is good, it can be steamed, this one is also very big, it can be spicy, and it may not be able to hold it in a pot. Just need this one."

"Uh...you're going to kill that koi."

Little Red Fish looked at him with a smile, "Why, little monk, can't bear to leave?"

"We monks pay attention to compassion and do not kill animals."

"Then do you eat meat?"

The little monk scratched his head, "I eat some occasionally, my master eats it every day, and he will be happy without meat."

"Then he doesn't kill?"

"My master said that chickens and ducks are things in human wombs, and everything in the world has its own destiny. When he eats them, he has to recite scriptures, and he also said that it is called saving all sentient beings."

At this time, a black shadow flashed over the wall not far away. Little Red Fish recognized the man, explained a few words to the little monk, and chased him out.

In the guest room, Xiao Jinyan and others were shocked by the high-profile discussions of Zen Master Zhenling. This seal hall turned black and the disaster was coming. They gave some guidance one by one. They thought they would ask him for a way to solve the evil omen and take the opportunity to ask for some money, but they did not expect that Zhao Langjiang beat him up politely.

The little monk saw the master's nose and face behind him and asked for money for money, but everyone didn't look back. Finally, Zen Master Zhenling pounced on him and hugged Li Qingcheng's thighs and said, "You can't just leave like this. You don't pay for money by telling fortunes, drink tea, and don't pay for money after knocking people. Where is this reason in the world? Are there any kingly law and the law of heaven?"

Li Qingcheng was impatient and took the soon-to-break silver and threw it on the ground. Zen Master Zhenling was in a state of power. Before the silver landed, he copied the silver in his hand. His skill was beyond everyone's expectations. Zhao Langjiang said "Huh" and did not speak anymore.

Xiao Jinyan asked, "Where is the Red Fish Sister who is with you?"

The little monk said, "Sister Hongyu said something is wrong, so let's go first and go to the inn to meet you later."

...

Outside Hanshan Temple.

The little red fish chased the black shadow and stopped in the pine forest stream. The man in black was short, with a low appearance and yellow face, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. As soon as he stopped, he couldn't help coughing. If he hadn't just shown his skillful light skills, no one would have thought that this man who looked like a tuberculosis was also a hidden master.

Little Red Fish looked at the man and said, "What are you here?"

The tuberculosis ghost said: "Su Hongyu, you have lived a good life these days. If I don't remind you a few words, I'm afraid you will forget your identity. How did the matter be investigated?"

Xiaohongyu said, "I have no obligation to report to you."

"Mr. Yuwen is very dissatisfied with you, you have to be careful."

Xiao Hongyu said coldly, "Wu Fatian, I, Su Hongyu, it's not your turn to point fingers. I will naturally explain to you, sir, but you, if you have nothing to do, run to Lord Yuwen to talk, and you are not as tragic as a woman."

The tuberculosis ghost was furious, "You! Cough... Cough..."

This tuberculosis ghost is Wu Fatian, one of the eight evil kings of the Divine Divine Sect. This man acts ruthlessly and has a ruthless personality. Although he has not made it to the third list, he has died in his hands. However, there are many heroes in the world who died in the third list. When he was young, Wu Fatian became possessed by the devil when practicing martial arts, injured the lung meridian and fell into the root of the disease. When his qi and blood are not smooth, he will cough.

At some point, Xiaohongyu had a short dagger in his hand, which was sparkling red, and he could tell that it was not an ordinary person at first glance.

"You want to do it?"
Chapter completed!