God level takeaway system

Wang Mian came to a relatively remote street in Dongyang City, and the location was very bad.

But there stands a family, Juewei Building with magnificent exterior decoration.

This restaurant has the same decoration style as the one in Shangjing.

Went to the restaurant to get takeaway, Wang Mian opened the delivery location, a little silly, it turned out to be the Li family.

Wang Mian became cautious, he changed into Ji Jianling's appearance and came to Li's house.

Ji Jianling, Ji Jianling, let me see if anyone from the Lingpai knows you.

Wang Mian's decision this time was a bit risky, because once those monks knew Ji Jianling, they would instantly expose Wang Mian's identity.

He knocked on the door, and it was the fat man who opened it. Seeing that Wang Mian was not wearing the clothes of the delivery boy, the fat man smiled slightly and said, "This is what you look like. It's so tiring to wear a yellow robe every day. Come in."

Obviously the fat man was in a good mood. Wang Mian was carrying a big box of turtle, turtle, dragon and tiger soup, and came to a square table where two innate monks were playing chess.

Seeing Wang Mian's face, the middle-aged monk said, "Huh—"

Wang Mian's heart trembled, but he smiled calmly and said, "Master, do monks also eat meat?"

"Benefactor, the poor monk is a monk, and even monks can eat meat! But the face of the benefactor is really strange—are you interested in letting me show you?" said the middle-aged monk in the innate realm.

Wang Mian was startled, for a monk of this innate realm, he would not dare to talk nonsense when it comes to fortune-telling.

When Wang Mian and Li Ningxiang consecrated the Golden Buddha in a temple, they asked the monk to do a fortune-telling. Looking back now, it was really accurate.

"Master, I have no money." Wang Mian said.

"No money, no money! I have a relationship with the benefactor, this is fate."

"Then master, please treat me to dinner first, and then let me count after dinner. Business is not very good recently! There are relatively few orders, so I can wait." Wang Mian said.

The master saluted slightly, then sat down and enjoyed the special breakfast with the old monk.

Fatty was at the side, serving respectfully.

Wang Mian is really like a strange takeaway boy who has never seen anything.

At the same time, Wang Mian was thinking, not long after Mr. Li died, Fatty must have announced the news, and then released some news that was not good for him.

During a meal, the two monks ate very quickly. The middle-aged monk came to Wang Mian, first showed Wang Mian his palm, and nodded.

Then he looked at Wang Mian's face and nodded again. Both Wang Mian's face and figure perfectly imitated Ji Jianling's appearance.

These two old monks didn't look familiar at all, but Ji Jianling was so powerful, Wang Mian's heart sank again and again, which meant that Ji Jianling was probably not from the spiritual school, but who was he if he wasn't from the spiritual school? ?
Lingpai is a general term for some hermit sects, not an exact sect.

Wudang Mountain has a hermit school of Wudang Mountain, called Lingpai, and Shaolin also has a hermit school of Shaolin, also called Lingpai.

Huashan, Kongtong, Emei, Shushan, Kunlun, Dragon and Tiger, Taiqing...etc.

The middle-aged monk measured Wang Mian's figure again, and finally, with a serious expression, he took out a tortoise shell the size of a palm from his pocket.

Put some ancient copper coins into the tortoise shell.

The copper coins used for fortune-telling are also exquisite, and they can only be divided into four directions. This is not the money circulated in ancient times, but the copper coins used by ancient people for fortune-telling.

The middle-aged monk bit his own finger and drew a Eight Diagrams diagram on the table. The Eight Diagrams diagram magically glowed brightly.

Wang Mian's eyes widened, Liu Qing's eyes widened too, the great monk trembled all over, his eyes were closed, and his expression was a bit painful.

He kept shaking the tortoise shell with both hands, and then threw the tortoise shell with all his strength, and the copper coins fell on the table instantly and turned into fly ash.

The tortoise shell also shattered in an instant, and the middle-aged monk even more, "Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spurted out.

They fell directly on the ground, Wang Mian, Liu Qing and the old monk were dumbfounded for a moment.

What kind of situation is this? For a fortune-telling, it’s okay to vomit blood, but the monk just did a fortune-telling for Wang Mian, lying on the ground, as if he had no breath.

The first one to react was the old monk in the Xiantian realm. With a cry of grief, he rushed to the middle-aged monk and said, "Junior brother, junior brother, the master told you that you would die in a hexagram calamity." Come on, it's really accurate!"

Wang Mian is a little silly, isn't this a monk?Why is their master also fond of fortune-telling?

It's a bit outrageous for him to tell his disciples and die in some hexagram disaster.

"You killed Master?" Liu Qing pointed at Wang Mian angrily.

Wang Mian's heart trembled, he didn't want to do this either?If something happened to the middle-aged monk, wouldn't the old monk rush over immediately?
But the result was far beyond Wang Mian's expectation, the master quickly said: "Liu Qing, don't be rude."

Both Liu Qing and Wang Mian looked at the old monk, Liu Qing really didn't understand what the old monk meant by saying this.

Wang Mian was stunned, as if in your eyes, I am just delivering food now.

Why did the old monk use such a tone at this time, as if Wang Mian was some kind of noble person.

"Master—I—" Wang Mian stammered.

"Let's go, you have nothing to do here, my junior brother is also to blame." The old monk said.

Wang Mian was a little dumbfounded, and Liu Qing was even more dumbfounded. Isn't this old monk's head broken?

Wang Mian walked out of Li's compound in a daze, and left Li's house on an electric bike.

Li Family Courtyard—Master, why don't you let me kill him.

"No—not only you couldn't touch him just now, but you won't be able to touch him when you meet him in the future, and you even have to avoid him." The old monk said.

Liu Qing was a little scared when the old monk babbled so much, "Master, he is a ghost—"

"Pa——" the old monk heard Liu Qing's words, jumped up and looked at Liu Qing's head and said, "You stupid fat man, when did I call him a ghost?"

The fat man was full of grievances, he stroked his head and said, "Then he—"

"He is a man with a broken fate. Everything is unknown. People who are entangled with his fate will not end well. As for why? I don't know—" the old monk said, maybe even himself I don't even understand words.

What is fate broken?What should fate be entangled with?

Wang Mian didn't know about this anymore, he was ecstatic in his heart now, this system seemed to know people's wishes.

What did Wang Mian come to when he was really lacking something?It was actually rewarded, an intermediate identification mark.

Wang Mian hastily made a second appraisal of his ever-changing mask.

Each item can be identified up to 3 times, and the white face mask has already been identified once. Now, as long as Wang Mian wears the ever-changing mask, he can not only change his appearance, but also change his body shape and even his temperament.