Starting from helping someone rob a wedding, he was forced to hide in the Sunset Sect

The large ship slowly approached the shore, the hull rocking gently on the water, accompanied by a faint sound of splashing water.

The crew began to move the last of the ship's cargo to the dock.

They finally arrived at Qingzhu Town.

Qingzhu Town is a small town close to the sea. It is still some distance away from where Xu Yeyu is heading to Baizhu County. There are still five days before the agreed meeting time, so he is not in a hurry.

When all the cargo on the ship was unloaded, Xu Yeyu took out three talismans from his storage ring and handed them to the captain.

"Thank you for your care over the past half month. These three talismans are a small token of my appreciation." He said with a smile.

"Brother, I can't accept this, and I can't use the talisman either."

The Captain of the Talismans has never used it, has he never heard of it?

Talismans are made by monks using specific runes on talisman paper. It is said that most monks only carry a few talismans in case of emergency.

Because talismans are really expensive for most cultivators.

I heard that talismans are generally used by monks to save their lives, and this guy actually gave him such a valuable thing.

All mortal novels are lies. How can ordinary people use talismans? To use talismans, one must use true qi. The captain is just a warrior and does not have the true qi of a cultivator.

"Uncle, these three talismans are made by me. They are not very valuable." Xu Yeyu smiled and stuffed them into the captain's hand. "These three talismans are quite special. You only need to tear them up to use them."

"You can put it on a boat, tear it apart when you run into danger at sea, and it will protect you, but it will become ineffective after about ten years."

The captain was a little confused by what Xu Yeyu said. He had never heard that the talisman needed to be torn to work.

Aren't there all kinds of spells in ordinary novels? Why is it that with your novel, there's no need to even recite any spells, you can just tear the book open and it will take effect?

The captain no longer refused and carefully put the talisman into his pocket.

"Thank you, little brother. I will treasure these three talismans."

"Don't use these talismans for bad things. If I find out that you use them for other things, I will come and talk to you properly."

Strength is a double-edged sword. Some people who have strength may abuse their power due to greed, jealousy or other malicious motives.

These three talismans are undoubtedly a kind of "strength" for ordinary people.

"But I believe in you, uncle. We will meet again if we are destined to do so."

Xu Yeyu waved his hand and slowly left the captain's sight.

The captain took out one of the talismans. He had to pass it down as a family heirloom, even if the talisman could no longer be used in the future.

Later he told others that a monk had once served on his ship, which made him feel very proud.

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On an arch bridge in Baizhu County, a monk in a black and white Taoist robe sat in front of a simply furnished stall with a quaint little table and a tattered fortune-telling book.

He had been sitting here for a while, but no one stopped to stay. They just glanced at the stall and then looked away.

Although he had a handsome appearance and was dressed like a Taoist priest, no one believed that he was a real fortune teller.

How can there be such a young fortune teller!

The fortune tellers I’ve seen setting up stalls before were all old men in their fifties with long white beards. There was a sense of vicissitudes and wisdom between their brows, and their eyes seemed to be able to see through people’s hearts and understand the world!

But this fortune teller who was setting up a stall looked like a young man in his twenties. Could he tell fortunes at such a young age? Was he really experienced enough?

What's more, half a year ago, a fortune teller in Baizhu County was chased by the government police. After that, no fortune teller dared to set up a stall here to cheat people.

Now another fortune teller has come. Let’s not talk about whether it’s true or not. Why don’t we report it to the authorities first?

This person is none other than Ye Lu, a disciple of the Qingcheng Sect.

Ye Lu looked at the fortune-telling book in his hand. This was a fortune-telling book written by a mortal that he bought by accident.

It’s fake, everything in the book is fake!

It is true that finding someone through their birth date and horoscope is the only way to do it.

At first glance, it seems that observing appearance, facial features, physiognomy and other characteristics to infer a person's character, fortune and destiny is the right approach.

But if you look closely, they are all common rhetoric.

I see that your forehead is black, and you may have a bloody disaster in the next few days! If you want to avoid disaster and seek good fortune, please listen to me!

There is a sentence that Ye Lu feels is very universal, and it feels like it can be said by any sad person who comes to have their fortune told.

Fate is predestined by heaven, and destiny is taken away by man. You reap what you sow, and everything is created by the mind.

Respond with a smile, don't complain, be leisurely, follow your heart, do as your heart desires, and go with the flow!

I really can’t make up any more stories, so I just say that the secret cannot be revealed!

Ye Lu closed the book and sighed. The reason why he set up a stall here was because he didn't have much silver on him.

The Qingcheng Sect would only give each disciple ten spirit stones and five taels of silver every month as training and living expenses.

In addition to the leader, the Qingcheng Sect has only ten disciples, three of whom are cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage.

Calling them a small sect was already giving them face. If it weren't for the fact that the Qingcheng Sect had a history of more than 400 years and some fame, they would have called themselves independent cultivators when they went out.

This was not the first time that he had set up a stall to tell fortunes. In the past, he had done so in other places and had quite a few customers.

Why is there no one who comes to tell fortunes in such a big county?

Do you think I'm a liar because I'm young?

How about wearing a fake beard next time?

Ye Lu opened another book, which was a fiction book about the mortal world. A sequel was recently published, so he bought one specially for the purpose.

Before he had read a few pages, a middle-aged man sat down opposite him.

"A fortune teller?"

Ye Lu closed the book, coughed a few times and said, "I am indeed a fortune teller. I see that your forehead is dark, and you may have a bloody disaster in the next few days!"

The middle-aged man turned pale with fear and asked helplessly, "What should I do?"

Ye Lu held the middle-aged man's shoulders solemnly and said earnestly: "If you want to seek good fortune and avoid disaster, please listen to me!"

The middle-aged man stared at Ye Lu closely, waiting for his next words.

"This matter is related to the matter you want me to calculate. What do you want to calculate?"

"I want to ask you to calculate whether my wife and children are living happily. I haven't been home for two years. A month ago, my wife wrote me a letter saying that the baby in her belly was born safely."

Ye Lu stopped trying to turn the compass.

"My dear guest, are you sure that you haven't been home for two years, but your wife gave birth to the baby a month ago?"

"It's absolutely true, I'm definitely not lying sir."

"I suggest you go home now and visit your family, and of course don't write to your wife."

The middle-aged man thought about it for a long time and still couldn't understand why the fortune teller said that.

"Why?"

Seeing that the guest still didn't understand what he meant, Ye Lu sighed and continued, "It takes a woman ten months to give birth, so the child in your home is not yours."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a while, and Ye Lu continued: "I suggest you find a few friends and go home to take a look together. If you can't beat them, you can ask your friends for help."

The middle-aged man slammed the table, stood up, and ran away.

"My dear customer, you haven't paid yet!"