Chapter 181 Lord Jinxian (Part 1)
-
Song Weichen almost screamed out, subconsciously pulling out Mo Tingfeng's sleeve, and the latter was startled when he saw the person coming.
"Wei Wei, it's me."
The person who came here also wore a guest mask, but that figure looked like it was not Zhuang Yuheng.
"Brother Yuheng? I'm shocked. Why are you here?"
"Because I don't trust you."
.
Zhuang Yuheng glanced at Mo Tingfeng , the eyes behind the mask seemed to be accusing, "I went to Tingfeng Mansion to see Weiwei and found out that you guys had already set off, so I hurriedly followed you. Tingfeng, you didn't say a word, in case she was injured here or the mark of her past life occurred. What should I do?"
"Can't you hope for her to be better?" Mo Tingfeng said in a cold tone.
Speaking of which, this was their first meeting since the fight that day in Tingfeng Mansion Luoxue.
The way Mo Tingfeng looked at him was somewhat complicated. Even if Zhuang Yuheng wanted to return to the role of his brother, his feelings for Song Weichen were probably only growing. When he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel discriminatory.
Coupled with the thought of Zhuang Yuheng's behavior that night when Song Weichen's love affair broke out, he felt his fist become hard again.
Zhuang Yuheng naturally knew about Mo Tingfeng's evil intentions, but he had to come. If there was anyone in the world who could save Song Weichen's fragile life, who else would he be spared?
"Brother Yuheng, you are here by chance. We are on our way to Erdong to listen to Master Jinxian dance the prophet. Let's go together."
It was natural for Song Weichen, and she really didn't think too much, dragging Zhuang Yuheng forward and walking forward, as if she was quite familiar with this place.
"By the way, I'm dressed like this and wearing a mask. How did you know it was me?"
Zhuang Yuheng smiled and said nothing. She and Mo Tingfeng were both outstanding people. So what if you dress up? At first glance, there are differences among the crowd.
It’s just that Zhuang Yuheng ignored that he is even more like an immortal. The three of them walking together will definitely attract countless eyes, including curious ones, envious ones, and malicious and calculating eyes.
.
That look came from a stall owner selling strange stones in a secluded corner near Sandong, a hunchbacked old man in his sixties. But if you look carefully, it's not difficult to find that the ever-changing eyes are exactly the same as those of a magpie.
The stall owner who really sells strange stones has been tied up by magpies and thrown into the cellar of his house. She occupied the magpie's nest and used the twin potions to transform into an old man and set up her stall in the busy market - the most dangerous place. The safest, and the crowds here are dense. If there is any trouble, you can detect the emergency immediately.
Actually, just an hour ago, the man in black beside Qin Xiaohou had visited the strange stone stall, but he didn't know it was her.
Relying on limited medicines to survive is not a long-term solution after all.
But after seeing Mo Tingfeng and Zhuang Yuheng, Magpie saw the hope of life - others might not know it and just thought they were noble gentlemen who came to join in the fun in the fairy world, but she used to spend time with Si Chen and As Sikong Mansion moved around, how could he not recognize their figures? The other frail young man must be the new white-robed man.
Magpie has been in the ghost market for a long time, and today he felt that there were more new customers than usual. After seeing these three people, he immediately understood that it was the Si Chen Mansion who was out to find her. It was impossible for him to go to such great lengths to find her. I thought it was Came here for a certain case.
Qin Xiaohou has coveted the position of the leader of the three divisions for more than a day or two. If she can win one of them this time, she may be able to plead guilty and seek forgiveness. Thinking of this, the magpie's eyes light up, and she looks at Even Lord Jinxian sometimes makes mistakes, but there is always a way out!
The trapped beasts are still fighting, and it is still unclear who will win in the end! .
Mo Tingfeng walked into the gatehouse of the tea shop in Jinkou, Luoyang, but he always felt that there was an evil spirit on his back. He glanced sideways in the direction of the old man who had transformed into a magpie. The latter hurriedly lowered his eyes to tidy up the stall. On the strange stone, the two of them were far apart, and there were so many people there. He couldn't pinpoint where the evil aura came from, so he just thought it was an illusion caused by his nervousness.
“What are you looking at?” Song Weichen saw that he was stunned and gently tugged on Mo Tingfeng’s sleeve.
"It's okay, maybe I'm overthinking." Subconsciously, he held her hand that was tugging on his sleeve, and the three of them entered the tea shop and sat at the edge of the corner.
When Master Jinxian was about to say his verdict, he held up the Taoist seal before it fell. He squinted his eyes and stretched out his nose to sniff at the three people who had just entered the door.
"Hey, the purple energy is floating in the east, and a noble person is here today!"
Pop! The sound of the seal falling was like thunder, causing a cluster of dried albizia flowers on the table to fly up into the air and then fall again. Mo Tingfeng and Song Weichen naturally saw it, and they looked at each other without revealing their expressions.
——Today’s verdict——
The smoke and clouds dispersed and the flowers in the mirror,
Mengqixian Formation’s old family.
Death is about life, life is about death,
Everything is unstoppable.
Ghost tree with yellow flowers and hidden singing bird,
The fragrant wind soothes the souls of old friends. A dream in Nanhuai must finally wake up,
I have been waiting for spring buds for a hundred years.
.
The story-telling after the verdict was nothing new. Except for Song Weichen, who heard it fresh, those old scenes of Yingying Yanyan really did not arouse the slightest interest in Mo Tingfeng. He was satisfied His mind was thinking about Lord Jinxian's verdict just now, while Zhuang Yuheng was observing everyone in the teahouse, glancing at Song Weichen from time to time.
Mo Tingfeng took out a piece of paper from his lapel. On it was a sentence written by Lord Jinxian a few days ago. He was very concerned about it at that time -
"When a living person is born, it is called auspiciousness." , when the living dies, it is called bad; when the dead dies, it is called bad; when the dead is alive, it is called good; when it changes destiny, it is called bad." Looking at it again today, "When the dead are alive, the love is deep, and the fate is changed against the will of heaven", Master Jinxian is clearly talking about Grandma Huang!
Combined with his verdict today, everything becomes clearer. "Death is about life, life is about death, and everything is unstoppable." These two sentences come from "Song of the Smoker Diaosou", and they are talking about Qimen The most ferocious "anti-yin situation" in Dunjia is exactly what we saw in Qidong today. With the help of the life and death energy introduced by Kun Palace, the Soul Locking Array can maintain a state of "death in life, life in death".
If you look closely, every word in Lord Jinxian's verdict has its own meaning. I am afraid that if you want to solve this case of the ghost husband, you will have to spend time and think carefully.
Just as Mo Tingfeng was thinking about it, the story-telling had come to an end. Lord Jinxian limped slowly down the desk and walked towards the door. The difference was that this time he actually handed over the document that had been on the desk for many days. Picked up the dried acacia flowers and took them out of the teahouse.
The three of them looked at each other, made a quick decision, and met the Golden Immortal head-on.
.
As soon as they turned into the dark alley where the magpie stopped Mr. Jinxian, the three of them stopped - Mr. Jin was clearly waiting for them and saw someone coming. He bowed slightly to greet him.
“Three heavenly guests, this old man is so polite.”
"Master Jinxian is really good at knowing things. Can you lend me a word?" Mo Tingfeng also showed a rare respect.
"If you don't mind the three nobles, how about we talk about it in my humble room?"
After entering Lord Jinxian's residence, the three of them sat down respectively. Before they spoke, Lord Jinxian was lame. He knelt down on one knee and gave a solemn salute, "The guest of heaven is very noble. I know my own rules. I will keep my mouth shut about today's matters."
Song Weichen saw him lame and bowed down and couldn't help but help him, "Jin Sir, please take a seat. Do you know who we are?"
Master Jinxian smiled solemnly, "I am good at discerning Qi. Two of the three heavenly guests have purple Qi. Those with this Qi must be Siyin. There are two Qian Zun and Kun Zun in the three palm seals, so it is not difficult to identify the identities of the two nobles. The remaining one has a colorful prism on his body. I have never seen or heard of it, and he is an extraordinary person. ”
After hearing what he said, Mo Tingfeng took off his mask, and the other two took it off with him. "Master Jinxian's heart is like a clear mirror. We might as well open the skylight and speak out. Today I am here to ask you to clarify my doubts."
"I am an old man from a grassy village who has been shackled here all year round. How can I be worthy of Master Sichen?" I can only say a lot to resolve my doubts, and I hope I can help.”
While speaking, Lord Jinxian lamely poured crude tea for the three of them, and then took out the dry tobacco bag and asked for advice. I didn't mind that he lit it up carefully after he smoked. Whether intentionally or not, he even deliberately sat farther away from Song Weichen.
.
Mo Tingfeng waited for Master Jinxian to sit down and took a comfortable puff of his cigarette before speaking.
"Although you don't go out of the ghost market, you know the world's affairs. People all over the world say that Lord Jinxian's judgment can predict major events in the next ten days. I also feel the same. So for this first question, I want to ask you whether today's judgment is related to the ghost husband. "Is it related to the case?"
"Lord Si Chen doesn't know that this matter is not a lie. In fact, although the judgment came from the old man's mouth, it was not what I said. I am just a channel, and that voice will come at a certain time. It appears in my mind and I just retell it. So I can’t answer the question you asked. "What kind of voice is it in my head?"
"About ten years ago, I was practicing in seclusion in a cave in Youmei. Suddenly I completely lost consciousness one night. It was already twelve days later when I woke up. From that day on, I had an extra thought in my mind. A man's voice, as thin as a rat's gnawing, sounded regularly every day, saying some specious words."
"At first, I tried every means to get rid of the voice but failed, and then I simply let him go. Later, by chance, I discovered that these sentences seemed to predict the future, so I began to repeat these words before my daily storytelling, which became today's Luoyang Jinkou."
Mo Tingfeng fell into silence. If this were the case, Master Jinxian would not be able to dismantle his own verdict.
.
"Did that voice indicate his identity?" Seeing that Mo Tingfeng was silent, Zhuang Yuheng took up the conversation.
Master Jinxian shook his head, indicating that he could not communicate with that voice. It had been a one-sided communication for so many years.
“I would like to ask, I heard that Mr. Jin has a close relationship with the ‘hidden grid’. Will he add some interpretation of information from the dark grid in this ‘judgment’?”
< br>
"Lord Sikong knows everything, and I have no intention of hiding it. He does have some contacts with Ange - they need me, and they hope that I can make a divination for Ange based on the daily judgments. But if this part of the content is revealed, I will not die. "Bao, I really can't talk to these nobles, so I would like to ask Haihan."
Zhuang Yuheng and Mo Tingfeng looked at each other. Of course, they knew that the relationship between Lord Jinxian and An Ge was not what he said. It's simple, don't rush to find out the bottom of the matter at this moment, it is more important to pay attention to the current case.
"You don't have to be embarrassed. We won't get to the bottom of it, but I want to ask you a second question." Mo Tingfeng looked at the dried acacia flowers he casually placed on the chest of drawers.
“I care very much about that acacia plant. May I ask where the golden acacia came from?”