Immortal Road.

Chapter 820: Throwing the Spiritual Horn, Luck Seeking Through

Huh?
It turned out to be true!
Lin Shan remained calm, holding his bowl and moving aside to make room for other fishermen, and watched the group from a distance.

Soon the fishermen snatched up all the magic water in the jar. When the later comers saw that the magic water was sold out, they could only leave disappointed.

After they left, the wandering Taoist put the big jar into his pocket, sat behind the table, and started to set up a stall to tell fortunes!
"Destiny is determined by heaven, but fortune can be predicted. In ancient times, sorcerers understood the mysteries, and now we can solve the puzzles. To predict marriage, the red thread will tie the knot; to predict wealth, gold and silver will be added!"

"The dock is set up to guide you. Don't let your fate be like a cloud of smoke."

"My fellow countrymen, let's try it out."

Hual ...
The copper coins he just earned were now scattered on the table. It was covered with a layer of red cloth at some point. There was also a bamboo stick tube, a horoscope chart, a Bagua plate, and small abacus chips placed next to it. It really looked like the real thing!

The passers-by did not stop for a moment, but just warned their friends as they walked:
"This Taoist's magic water is still effective. Drinking it can give courage to the brothers who go out to sea. Just spend a few coins on it. Just think of it as buying peace of mind. There is absolutely no need to tell fortunes!"

Someone asked:

"Is he not accurate in fortune-telling?"

"How many fortune tellers have you seen who are accurate? They first guess your past to gain your trust, then make up a far-fetched future to earn money, and finally end with some ambiguous words. Isn't that the same old trick?"

"Well, it seems so, but there should be real fortune tellers too."

The man wanted to refute, but didn't know how to say it.

A passerby lady pulled her and hurried away.

"Think about it, if he could really predict the future, he would have been very successful long ago. Why would he end up on the streets making a living like you?"

"But his talisman water is really effective."

Faced with criticism from passers-by, the wandering Taoist priest did not care.

He just stroked his goatee, smacked his lips, and leaned back in his chair. He seemed to be hungry from the journey, so he took out a steamed bun from behind and started to eat it.

Lin Shan was very interested in the talisman water he had earlier and wanted to get a feel for this person, so he walked over again and sat at the opposite table.

"Master, how about you do a calculation for me?"

The guy put down the fried cake, and his eyes lit up when he saw a customer!
"What does this young master want? Fame? Marriage? Or wealth?"

"Are these all? Are there any others?"

"Of course, do you want to know? Whether it's short-term or long-term, I can calculate it here!"

“Short term.”

Lin Shan simply threw out a question directly to see what this guy was like.

"I'm going to do something big soon. Can you tell me if it's possible?"

The wandering Taoist rolled his eyes and began to ask for the date of birth.

It is impossible for Lin Shan to give his horoscope to others casually. One has to know that in the world of cultivation, there are countless evil techniques that use horoscopes to harm people. As the leader of both the righteous and evil sects, how could he not know the dangers?

Even if the cultivation level of the person in front of him is average and can't pose any threat to him, what if the news spreads to him in the future?
"You can't calculate anything other than the eight characters?"

"Yes, yes!"

The Taoist priest didn't hesitate. He thought it was understandable that some people were very sensitive about their birth dates and were very protective of them. He often met such people, so he suggested reading their palms.

Lin Shan spread out his palms as he was told.

The Taoist priest fiddled with it for a while and suddenly sweat broke out on his forehead. He was actually a little surprised and doubtful!

Ask Lin Shan what he is going to do?
"Go to a friend's meeting and find someone to fight with."

Lin Shan didn't mind leaking him some information. Anyway, they were about to go to the Cha Nu Palace. He was indeed unsure about the trip, after all, it was a top-notch sect.

The Taoist nodded thoughtfully, and after not being able to read anything from his palm or face, he took out three copper coins and handed them to him, asking him to cast the hexagram based on what he was thinking.

The copper coin was not an ordinary copper coin, but a mid-level magical weapon. The strengthening panel showed that there was no problem, so Lin Shan simply did as he was told.

Unexpectedly,

"Bang bang bang!"

The moment the three coins fell, they all exploded and shattered!

The hexagrams on the table were a bit messy, and the wandering Taoist priest was surprised. It was the first time he encountered such a situation. He could even destroy his magic weapon while telling a fortune!

He quickly put his fingers together and wiped his forehead!
As if he had opened his third eye, he looked towards the top of Lin Shan's head and suddenly froze.

A big black chimney.
Shooting straight to the sky
Emitting thick smoke
The whole town was filled with pollution.
"Sigh~~~"

This guy was so scared that his hands were shaking and the fried dough sticks on the table fell to the ground. It was obviously the first time he had seen such a scene. He looked at Lin Shan as if he was a ghost!
"what happened?"

Lin Shan on the opposite side still looked harmless. He even helped him pick up the oil cake, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, telling him not to be afraid.

"Come on, continue counting."

"I"

The wandering Taoist is about to cry!
What kind of disaster is this? How did I encounter it?

One person pollutes half the sky, is he still a human being? Master, I want to go home!

He wanted to run but didn't dare to, because he had just used his spiritual sense to detect the young man in front of him and found that he was unfathomable. This time he had hit a wall.

Doudouso moved the lot box on the table over and asked Lin Shan to draw a lot at random so that he could interpret the hexagram based on the words on the lot.

Unexpectedly, Lin Shan had just started.
"pat~"

The entire lottery tube broke apart!
The bamboo skewers inside were scattered all over the table.

The wandering Taoist was stunned again. Looking at Lin Shan who looked innocent opposite him, his chest heaving violently and breathing heavily.

He was afraid. He had read fortunes for high-level monks before, but he had never encountered such a fortune-telling tool that backfired!
"Predecessors"

"continue."

Following Lin Shan's instructions, he had no choice but to take out another bull horn tremblingly. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this thing was extraordinary.

Because there are spiritual patterns on the ox horns, flashing green and white, and automatically moving from bottom to top, repeating in circles, alternating day and night, it is estimated that this is the old guy's treasure.

He prayed silently in his heart, please don't let this thing explode again, otherwise it would ruin his job.

Lin Shan took it curiously.
【Throwing the Horns】

Quality: High-level magical instrument

Introduction: A divination machine, made from a third-order Lingxi horn, that can tell fortunes for creatures of the third order and below. The success rate and accuracy depend on the divination practitioner's level and the person being divined's cultivation, luck, cause and effect, and other comprehensive internal and external factors.

Enhancement required: 32 points

"Bu Xiu?"

He seemed to have heard this term before.

This magical instrument is obviously a special divination tool, but due to the refining techniques and materials, it can only be used to tell fortunes for creatures at a specific level of life, and the success rate and accuracy of the divination cannot be guaranteed.

There are so many aspects involved!

He was a little curious. Where did these things come from? Is there really an organization behind this old man? Following the instructions of the wandering Taoist priest, he silently recited what he wanted to divine in his heart, and then threw it directly on the table.

"Clap!"

As expected, the wandering Taoist's heart was broken along with the spirit-throwing magic weapon.

"I I. Woo woo woo."

The old man had a disagreement and started crying in the street, crying very sadly.

People passing by stopped to watch from a distance, pointing and talking about this place.

Lin Shan knew that this guy was quite capable, but because his level was too low, he couldn't tell his fortune, which was why he kept making mistakes.

"Alright, stop crying. I'll compensate you for breaking your magic weapon! Is eight thousand spirit stones enough?"

Generally, high-level magic tools are only worth one or two thousand, but he directly took out eight thousand spirit stones, which is enough to buy one or two top-level magic tools!

Even though prices fluctuate in different places, spirit stones are still hard currency during the Qi training stage.

Who would have thought that the wandering Taoist priest was still crying so hard, and his sadness didn't seem fake.

"I am just playing around in the human world, helping mortals to gain merits. This Bull Horn is the tool I rely on to survive in Xiuxian Market. It will be useless for the rest of my life."

Lin Shan sighed helplessly: "Ten thousand spirit stones, is that enough?"

"Senior, you have wronged me. This is not a matter of spiritual stones. This is the only high-level magic weapon my master gave me. I have never seen him since he disappeared. I can only think of him by looking at this thing."

"Twenty thousand!"

"No. Thank you, senior!"

The wandering Taoist priest immediately stopped crying and smiled happily.

"You just said you had a master. What's going on? Tell me everything!"

Although Lin Shan was generous, he was actually spending money to buy information, making the other party willingly tell him what he wanted to hear. Compensating him with a magic weapon was secondary.

"You want to hear my master? He is a very powerful man."

After receiving the money, the wandering Taoist priest immediately opened up and talked about how forty years ago, he was still a poor and destitute sorcerer in the mortal world, and met a wandering Taoist priest who was a playboy.
When a fake fortune teller meets a real fortune teller, sparks are born.

The wandering Taoist saw that he was eloquent and had the talent for divination, so he taught him the magic to open his spiritual perception, and from then on he embarked on the path to immortality.

But later, despite his much begging, the wandering Taoist still refused to take him with him, claiming that he had too many karmas intertwined and did not want to be burdened by the world, so he left him here and left on his own.

Before leaving, he was afraid that he would not be able to get along well in the world of cultivation, so he specially left behind some divination props as a token of his loyalty to his master and disciple.

"After that, I started to hang around in the Bozhou cultivation world, usually telling fortunes for the casual cultivators in the market to earn some living expenses. Occasionally, masters from cultivation families would send people to me to ask about the marriage of their sons and daughters, so I could earn a little extra money."

Most monks believe that "my destiny is in my own hands, not in the hands of God", so fortune-telling is not very popular in the world of cultivation, unless you have exceptional professional skills.

A guy like this is a half-baked person who is sometimes effective and sometimes not, so naturally he can't accumulate any reputation.

However, with his cultivation level in the Qi training stage, he would naturally be successful in the mortal world. So whenever he got someone's fortune-telling wrong in the cultivation market and was despised, he would come to the mortal world to find a mortal to tell his fortune to boost his confidence.

This is the life of a low-level cultivator.

Lin Shan listened to his description of his master, especially many of the details, and felt vaguely as if he had heard them from both of them before.

Ancestor Zuo Ning and Lu Que!

Both of them had met the same wandering Taoist priest. The former was instructed to go to southern Xinjiang to look for the "Seven Evils Soul-Locking Technique", and the latter was instructed to come to Lu State to search for the ancient religion and the Deer Head.

That wandering Taoist priest is very powerful, and his abilities are beyond imagination!
It’s a pity that one of them is currently in the Kun Sect in Chu State, and the other is in the Xun Gu Sect in Lu State, so I can’t call them over to ask.

However, given the scarcity of divination practitioners in this world, he felt that the master mentioned by the person in front of him, even if he was not the one that Zuo Ning and Ancestor Lu Que had met, was most likely related to them, and might even be of the same lineage!
"You haven't asked the Taoist priest's name yet?"

Lin Shan came back to his senses and then smiled and greeted politely.

The wandering Taoist priest in front of him waved his hands quickly:
“How dare I? I have been an orphan since I was young. Later, due to some things, I lost certain abilities and could not marry and have children, so I simply became a Taoist. My master said that I killed my parents and could not have children, so I could not have children. Therefore, he gave me the Taoist name: Jue Jue Zi.”

"Juejuezi?"

Lin Shan had a strange look on his face, this was the first time he had heard of this name!
Not to mention, it's quite easy to say.

"What about your master?"

"My master's Taoist name is Bu Suanzi."

This is very normal, and it is a hundred times more normal than the disciple's Taoist name!
Lin Shan took out the bowl of talisman water and asked him where it came from.

"This is the diluted good luck charm. After the fishermen drink it, their luck will increase. They may return with a full load, or they may avoid the storm."

Taoist Juejuezi answered truthfully.

Seeing Lin Shan was curious, he took out a stack from his package. It seemed that he had quite a lot of stock!
"At the beginning, I was just trying to accumulate merits. I had no other thoughts. The little money earned by mortals is of little use to cultivators like me."

"But later I found that the copper coins I earned through Qi transport and used to make divination tools seemed to have better effects than the original ones. I don't know if it was my illusion."

"Speaking of luck, Senior, your luck is really great."

He couldn't help but think of the five copper coins that Lin Shan gave him. If he took them back and made them into a magic weapon, would it be very effective?

"Hmm? You can see my luck?"

Lin Shan was shocked. It was the first time he met such a person, so he asked him to describe him.

Juejuezi described the big black chimney according to what he saw with his own eyes, and hesitantly, stammering, and stopping himself from speaking.

"What else do you want to say?"

"Senior, your luck, could it be a bad omen?"

"You are the jinx! Can you speak?"

Lin Shan was immediately displeased, and his aura suddenly leaked out. The terrifying pressure was simply not something a small shrimp like him could withstand, and he was so scared that he knelt down on the spot!

"Please forgive me, senior. I deserve to die. I deserve to die!"

Juejuezi kowtowed like pounding garlic, and his desire to survive was instantly filled.

"Okay, get up."

Lin Shan looked at this stack of talismans and found that they could really improve his luck!

"Did you do all this yourself?"

"Yes, that's all the master taught me."

Juejuezi didn't dare to hide it and took out the talisman making book for the good luck talisman to show him.

Lin Shan was amazed after taking a few glances at it, because the book of talismans begins with the principle of 'conservation of luck' in this world.

When someone is lucky, someone else is bound to be unlucky!

If you make this good luck charm and bring more luck to the fishermen, won't it mean that other people will be unlucky?

How do we calculate the merits of robbing Peter to pay Paul?
(End of this chapter)