Seniors and brothers are on top

Tianque Sect, located on the top of Yujing Mountain, is a real place for cultivating immortals passed down by ordinary people. Anyone who can reach there will surely live a long life.However, the location of the Tianque Sect is unpredictable, and ordinary people would never be able to reach that place unless someone from the sect leads the way.

Tianque Temple, located at the foot of Yujing Mountain, is the shelter of the Tianque Sect and the only place where mortals can approach the place of cultivating immortals.

The god of Yujing Mountain is enshrined in the temple, which is full of incense all the year round.

There must be a fortune teller in the land of all immortals.

In the open-air courtyard of Tianque Temple, there is a fortune-teller with gray hair and gray cloth all year round.

According to some older people's speculation, this fortune teller should have reached the age of forty.

The fortune teller's name is Qin Zheng. Although his hair is already gray, his face still looks like he is in his twenties.

Qin Zheng's fortune-telling sometimes worked and sometimes didn't work because of his poor academic skills.

However, even so, he can still be a fortune teller in Tianque Temple for 20 years.

All this depends on his ageless youthful face.

Qin Zheng has always claimed to be from the Tianque School on the top of Yujing Mountain, because he is not good at learning skills and needs to go down the mountain to practice for 20 years.

At first, the pilgrims in the temple were only dubious about him, and it was all because of his thick skin that he stayed in the temple every day.

Gradually, year after year passed, and everyone discovered that apart from a change in the hair color of this fortune-teller, his face remained unchanged for ten years without leaving any trace of age.

As a result, more and more people were willing to believe in him, so Qin Zheng took root in Tianque Temple stably.

Today, the wind is sunny and sunny, and it looks like a good day for incense.

Qin Zheng sat on the grass at the entrance of the temple, holding the bamboo pole with the divination cloth strips in his arms, but his expression was displeased.

In less than a stick of incense, more than a dozen men and women squeezed into the courtyard.

The incense in Tianque Temple has always been very good, and Qin Zheng knows that this is one of the reasons why he has rooted here all the year round.

But the people who came today are the most he has seen in the 20 years since he took root in Tianque Temple, and all of them can only go in and out.

If it takes another hour or two, no matter how big the courtyard is, it will be crowded.

Qin Zheng has received a small reward since he made a rare accurate calculation last time.

This reward kept him from going out for a week for fortune-telling.

This morning, Qin Zheng found that he had already spent all the rewards.

In order not to be hungry, I had no choice but to pick up my signboard and sit at the gate of the temple again, thinking that since I hadn't worked for a week, there might be many people waiting in the temple.

Because Qin Zhen's divination technique works sometimes and sometimes not, it is stipulated that one penny will be calculated for each divination.

If the calculation is accurate, you will earn, and if the calculation is not accurate, you will not suffer too much.

When I arrived at the temple today, there were already many people there, and Qin Zheng happily thought that there were really many people who needed fortune-telling.

However, when Qin Zheng sat down, he realized that there were so many people here, and no one came to him for fortune-telling.

This group of people also spontaneously did not enter the temple, did not occupy the aisle leading to the main hall in the middle, and all crowded on the grass on both sides.

And here is Qin Zheng's booth.

The ever-increasing crowd has squeezed his enclosure smaller and smaller.

This posture seems to be that some important person is coming to offer incense.

But Qin Zheng is not interested in this at all.

The bigger the person, the less good it is for him.

Qin Zheng's crappy divination skills are only open to ordinary people. Powerful people are too fickle. Even if he doesn't charge money, inaccurate calculations will lead to his life being lost.

Although Qin Zheng lived in desperation, it did not prevent him from being afraid of death.

Touching his flat stomach, he sighed and said: It seems that I have to wrong my internal organs again tonight.

Qin Zheng propped himself up, ready to stand up from the ground and leave the crowded Tianque Temple.

hiss--

The sudden pain of being pulled from his head made Qin Zheng gasp.

Covering his head, Qin Zheng frowned and turned around to see what was going on.

I saw a little boy about three years old standing behind me, and I didn't know when he ran behind me.At this moment, the boy was holding a handful of his hair tightly in his hand.

【Snapped! 】

A crisp slap hit the little baby's hand holding his hair, and Qin Zheng pulled out his hair viciously.

Children are the most annoying thing in Qin Zheng's life.

The little baby was taken aback by the sudden slap, and burst into tears in an instant, with big teardrops falling down like money.

Qin Zheng looked more and more disgusted.

At this time, a woman squeezed out from the crowd.

Looks like it should be the doll's mother.

While comforting her child, the woman pointed at Qin Zheng and scolded: "How shameless you are to bully a child at such an age!"

Qin Zheng didn't want to talk to the people in front of him, he looked around and found that there were more people in the temple.

Qin Zheng's attitude seemed to have angered the mother. She, who had been scolding Qin Zheng, began to shout to the people around her: "Look, everyone! This stinky fortune teller is bullying children again!"

Qin Zheng glanced at the woman expressionlessly, put the signboard on his shoulder, and prepared to retreat, if he didn't leave, he would not be able to squeeze out.

Seeing that Qin Zheng was about to leave, the woman stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve, wanting to continue her theory.

Suddenly, a thick-skinned man squeezed over from the crowd, and said excitedly to the woman, "Stop messing around, the immortal is here!"

As soon as the man said these words, the people who had been watching the fun immediately turned their attention away, and even the woman stopped pestering her.

Before he knew it, Qin Zheng's sleeves had also been let go.

Immortal?What fairy?

Qin Zheng also heard what the man said, and couldn't help but look at the door curiously.

The pushing just now pushed Qin Zheng to the side of the aisle.

Qin Zheng probed to take a look, because the position was relatively inward and his vision was limited, so he didn't see the so-called immortal appearing for a long time, so he quickly patted the people around him.

"What fairy are you talking about?"

The person being photographed looked at Qin Zheng in disbelief: "Today is the day when the head of the Tianque Sect brought all the lords to the temple to pray for blessings. Aren't you a disciple of the Tianque Sect, and you don't even know?"

Qin Zheng sighed with a clear face: "It seems that this time the liar has worked hard enough to attract so many people to come here."

During the 20 years of wandering in the temple, Qin Zheng encountered liars under the banner of the Tianque Sect. His hands and feet could not be counted, and the number of people who were deceived was also countless.

Everyone was skeptical about the previous scam, but as long as Ming Qin Zheng raised a little bit about the scam, everyone would wake up.

But today's posture doesn't seem to help them, so I can only pray that they don't lose too much.

Although Qin Zheng deliberately lowered his voice, he was still heard by a man in his 40s next to him.He grabbed Qin Zheng's collar: "I knew you were a liar!"

"If you are really a member of the Tianque faction, how can you not know what happened 20 years ago?"

"You can't fool me about this, I'm the one who witnessed that with my own eyes."

Qin Zheng fooled most people with this face, but because of his poor divination skills, many people still had doubts about him.

Seeing that Qin Zheng didn't speak, the man sneered and said, "Twenty years ago, the head of the Tianque Sect sent people to build this Tianque Temple here, and then told the villagers that they hoped that everyone would come to offer incense frequently, and agreed that they would go down the mountain every 20 years. Praying for everyone."

Some people around the same age also nodded and agreed: "I also saw it with my own eyes. I came to offer incense on the first day this temple was built."

Qin Zheng slapped the hand holding his collar, straightened his crumpled clothes, and didn't bother to continue arguing with these people.

But he sneered in his heart and said: The edited one is the same as the real one.

I was still in Tianque School 20 years ago, why didn't I know!

"Hey! Everyone let me go, I'll go out and make room for you."

Qin Zheng shouted, while moving along the side of the road to the door.

However, the closer the people were to the door, the more they ignored him, and they all turned their heads to look outside the door as if they saw something.

Qin Zheng was thus stuck in this unsteady position.

Qin Zheng glanced unhappily at the people blocking the road, and then at the vacant road in the middle, ignoring these nagging mortals and walked to the empty path.

He said in his heart: "I intend to cooperate with you in this pious drama, but if you don't cooperate with me to go out, don't blame me for not giving face."

The people in the yard near the temple not only did not see the immortal, but also found that someone had stepped on the aisle that the immortal was going to walk, and they couldn't help pointing, but no one dared to step forward and pull him down.

Qin Zheng swaggered towards the door with the guy he was eating in his arms, and at the same time, he did not forget to turn his head and look provocatively at the group of ordinary people pointing at him.

When he turned around again, a person in blue and white clothes appeared in front of no one.

Every time he took a step up, people behind him would appear two by two.

Although we haven't seen each other for 20 years, Qin Zheng recognized the familiar clothes at a glance.

This is really a member of the Tianque sect!

The crowd behind them became silent as the group of people approached.

Qin Zheng seemed to be startled, and quickly glanced at the person who took the lead.Looking at the hair accessories, one could tell that it was the head of the Tianque Sect.

When Qin Zheng looked at the head, he was looking at the steps.

Seeing that the man was about to look up and see him, Qin Zheng was startled, and hurried back to the crowd beside him, then lowered his head, praying in his heart that the man would not see him.

Unexpectedly, after 20 years of absence, the Tianque faction has changed its head.

It seems that the master has become a fairy.

But this head turned out to be him—the junior brother Qin Su who had been bullied by him since he was a child.

Although we haven't seen each other for 20 years, the face of my junior brother has not changed much like my own.

If you really want to elaborate, it may be more mature.

No wonder no one came to take me up the mountain even after I had been at the foot of the mountain for 20 years.

Looking at it like this, I will never go back to that place.

When Qin Su led all the disciples past the gray-haired man, he unknowingly glanced at the slender gray figure.

Even with his eyes closed, he could recognize him.

After Qin Zheng made sure that all the disciples had passed by, he quickly ran out of the crowd, and quickly escaped from this place of right and wrong along the vacant steps.

If he knew that there was such a 20-year blessing today, Qin Zheng would not come to the temple even if he starved to death.

The Tianque Sect who entered the hall was surrounded by crowds.

Qin Su didn't turn around, but he clearly sensed that the person in the crowd was fleeing here.