Yin Hong hooked his mouth, stretched out two fingers and knocked on the hexagram table casually a few times, and said in that nonchalant tone: "Fatian."

"Fat Tian?" Jiang Ziya swallowed hard.

This word has been heard almost every day in the past few days, and this word has almost refreshed his worldview.

I think I was just an ordinary mortal before joining Kunlun Yuxu's lineage.

People at that time could only use two words to describe the sky: reverence.

But how many days?

Teahouses, restaurants, roadside stalls, every time I pass by, I can hear a lot of people talking about this topic after dinner.

And from their tone of voice, it seems that everyone's perception of Fatian seems to be talking about an ordinary thing.

You can even faintly hear a hint of pride in it.

He couldn't figure it out, why has he been studying art for nearly forty years, and cutting the sky has become something that seems within reach?

"Little brother, God can only respect you, don't cause trouble for yourself at such a young age." Jiang Ziya began to comfort Yin Hong with earnest words.

"Oh? Do you mean that you must defeat the sky?" Yin Hong did not refute, and continued to ask.

He knew very well that Jiang Ziya was Yuxu's main line, and in the eyes of these Yuxu sects, the way of heaven was supreme.

So Yin Hong didn't want to get entangled in this question, and instead asked: "Mr. Jiang, did you go up and down from Kunlun? Find the Ming Lord and vote?"

Hearing Yin Hong's question, Jiang Shang was taken aback for a moment, who is fortune-telling for whom?

I haven't answered his words yet, so why does he seem to have counted his own fate?

Seeing Jiang Ziya in a daze, Yin Hong continued to twitch the corner of his mouth and asked, "Is it true or not, Mr. Jiang?"

"Um, what do you mean little brother?" Jiang Shang was speechless.

"Don't worry about these, just say whether it's accurate or not!" Yin Hong continued.

Jiang Shang nodded his head helplessly.

"Hehe, did Yuanshi Tianzun give you four treasures this time?"

As soon as this remark came out, Jiang Ziya was stunned on the spot. Only the Yuxu sect knew this kind of secret.

"You... how did you know?" Jiang Ziya's words were obviously beginning to feel a little uneasy.

Yin Hong didn't care about him, and said again: "Sixiang, Xinghuangqi, and the magic whip...well, I'll do the math..."

Yin Hong pretended to count with his fingers, and then happily said: "Yes, there is another big disaster, it should be called the list of gods, right?"

"Big disaster?" Jiang Ziya's eyes immediately became unfriendly when he heard it.

This is a treasure bestowed by the master, why did it become a disaster in the mouth of this kid in front of him?

So he said dissatisfiedly: "Little brother, how do you know these things? Besides, the list of gods is the highest list of the Taoist sect, how can it be described as a disaster? Go, go, take care of these hexagram gold yourself, poor people don't make money You have these coins."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Ziya stood up, picked up the big bag of coins, and wanted to stuff them back into Yin Hong's hands.

But Yin Hong raised his hand and pushed lightly, and said with a smile: "Haha, Mr. Jiang, don't worry. Just listen to what I have to say, and then you can think about whether my calculation is accurate or not!"

After Yin Hong had finished talking, Jiang Ziya also raised his head to look at the crowd, and then continued to sit down patiently.

He opened his mouth and said: "Okay, you can tell! If you can't say that you are ugly and Yinmao, the poor will be with you forever."

"Oh, yes!" Yin Hong responded, picked up a few coins on Jiang Shang's table, and threw them out with a clatter.

He pretended to mutter a few more words in his mouth, and then said: "Mister, do you know what it means to be a god?"

"Those with deep roots will become immortals; those with weaker roots will become gods; those with shallow roots will become human, and they will still follow the calamity of reincarnation." Jiang Ziya said it casually, as if he had to do it at his fingertips.

Yin Hong also nodded while listening, until Jiang Ziya finished speaking, he simply asked, "How is Mr. Jiang's self-awareness?"

"Poverty?" Jiang Ziya's slightly happy face immediately froze when he was asked this question.

Obviously, this is which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, and it directly pokes my heart.

If I have deep roots, how can I be told by Tianzun to give me wealth and honor in the world?

At this moment Jiang Ziya was very depressed, he didn't want to answer at all, he began to feel whether this kid came to bury himself on purpose.

Yin Hong looked at Jiang Ziya's expression as if he had eaten a fly, and stopped asking, but changed the subject and asked, "What do you think is the real purpose of your master sending you down the mountain? If my calculation is correct, The only one in your Yuxu lineage who really does not need to be killed is the Antarctic Immortal, right? Even your deputy leader, Ran Deng, is also in the process of being killed!"

"This? What does this have to do with you?" Jiang Ziya was a little messed up.

"It has nothing to do with me, but am I telling fortunes? Think about it, there are twelve golden immortals in Yuxu's lineage, and Shen Gongbao, which one is not better than you? And which one is not in the process of killing and robbery? Why do you become an immortal?" The person in charge of conferring the gods?"

"I, I, I... I don't know if I'm poor!" Jiang Ziya choked when asked.

It is said that beating people does not slap people in the face, but this little sentence is slapping in the face.

After a few words, it seems that I have become the most useless waste material in Yuxu's lineage.

"Hmph! I don't know? Let me tell you, the young master pinched his fingers and counted, you are the scapegoat. You should be clear about offending people by conferring gods. After the offending, go with your death, and all the hatred will disappear. Poor!"

"Ah?" Finally Jiang Ziya was startled, but when he thought of Master's benevolent face, he shook his head again and again, and said dissatisfiedly, "I, Yuxu, are all in one mind about conferring the gods. Help me! If Pindao is in trouble, they will never sit idly by. So Pindao is not an abandoned child!"

Although Jiang Ziya's words were just and righteous, Yin Hong immediately understood the word "abandoned son". Obviously, he listened to these words.

He continued to speak: "Yes, I will definitely help you and spare no effort to help you. If you die halfway, who will take the blame? They? No! Only you! Because..."

"Because of what?" Jiang Ziya's expression became more and more frightened.

"Because you are a human race! You were not born as a fairy like them."

boom--

As soon as the word human race came out, most of Jiang Ziya's arrogance disappeared instantly.

Yes, among all the seniors, he is the only one who is a human race.

I didn't think about it before, but now?

The facts are in front of my eyes, any of my senior brothers are much stronger than me, why not let them take charge of the great cause of conferring gods?

And let me, a person who has only been in the field for 40 years and has a shallow way of thinking, to be in charge of such an important list?

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===Chapter 251 Doesn't Your Conscience Hurt?===

"Sir, teach me! Where should the poor man go?" Relieved, Jiang Ziya let go of his arrogance, bowed humbly, and asked Yin Hong.

At this moment, the onlookers were all stunned.

Who is this fortune-telling for whom?

What the heck, did Mr. Cheng Jiang ask the crown prince for advice?

"Teach you?" Yin Hong smiled lightly.

Seeing this, Jiang Ziya bowed even more, with a very humble attitude.

After all, for a mere mortal who can stay in Yuxu Palace for more than forty years, the heart of Taoism in his heart must be far beyond ordinary people.

Now I am told that I have no possibility of immortality.

How can you not feel lost in your heart?

"I can teach you, but do you want to live forever? Or do you want to be rich?"

"The heart of the poor is very strong, and naturally they want to live forever. Besides, wealth is nothing but smoke, what is the use after a hundred years?"

"Well! Longevity is not difficult, just cut the sky with me."

"Fatian?" Hearing the word "Fatian" again, Jiang Ziya's face immediately turned pale, and he stood up and waved his hands again and again: "No, absolutely, anything else is fine. Pindao is a second-generation disciple of Yuxu, how can he disobey it?" What about the master's door to attack the ancestor? Besides, how can the way of heaven be defeated by manpower?"

Seeing Jiang Ziya's fearful expression, Yin Hong was too lazy to talk.

Just asked softly: "Mr. Jiang, what do you think is the strength of your master Yuanshi?"

"How can you figure out the power of a saint?" Jiang Ziya looked reverent, obviously in the eyes of Yuxu's lineage, Yuanshi Tianzun was probably the head of the Sanqing.

Of course, Yin Hong did not refute.

Instead, he waved to Ergou who was on the side.

"Ergou, ask everyone, how strong is Yuanshi Tianzun?"

When Ergou heard the words, the corner of his mouth curled up and immediately understood, he puffed out his chest and asked loudly to the people around him.

"Everyone, Yuanshi Tianzun, what is the strength of this great saint?"

Seeing Ergou ask such a question, Jiang Ziya straightened up.

Obviously, the name of his master is definitely an existence that shocks the Three Realms, even if he may really be an abandoned child.

But so what, Master is strong!

He wanted to see everyone's admiration from the bottom of their hearts.

However...

Ergou finished speaking, but the people on the other side looked at me and I looked at you.

After a long time, a burst of laughter suddenly broke out.

"What saint? A coward."

"Hahaha, that's right! It's just a rat."

"At the beginning when he and Empress Nuwa came to us to commit crimes in Chaoge, our crown prince beat him with a few sticks, and ran away with his tail between his legs! This is what everyone saw with their own eyes."

"Yes, there is also Nuwa. The prince slapped her several times, but he didn't dare to say anything. In the end, he was still pretending to be dead, right?"

"That's right, what kind of saint? They're all bullshit! They are all ants in front of our prince."

"..."

Jiang Shang was stunned, angry and annoyed when everyone spoke to each other and talked to each other several times.

Why do these people have an attitude of not paying attention to saints at all?

What is going on in this world?

Are people so unreliable now?

And who is the prince they are talking about?

Slap Nuwa and knock Yuanshi away?

Is this still human?

At this moment, Jiang Ziya's brain is in chaos.

Although he often heard people talking about cutting the sky, this was the first time he heard about it.

So the shock in my heart is undoubtedly amazing.

Seeing Jiang Ziya's expression as if struck by lightning, Yin Hong was overjoyed.

If you want to cut down the sky, how can you make the people fear the sky?

Since one cannot have fear of the sky, it is natural to exaggerate the fact that the saint was beaten.

This is called despising the opponent strategically and paying attention to the opponent tactically.

This kind of strategic propaganda means has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Especially the battle that day, almost all the people in Chaoge witnessed it with their own eyes.

Therefore, in the eyes of the common people, the matter of cutting down the sky is something to be proud of.

......

At this time, a kid in the crowd wearing open pants suddenly jumped out, made a face at Jiang Ziya, and laughed.

"God, it's not invincible. Mr. Jiang, your situation is too small! I heard that an old fairy came to the market, and I wanted to see if I could ask for a teacher. Now it seems, it's no more So, Ah Huang and I went to play. Drive!"

As soon as the words fell, the little kid actually rode away on a big yellow dog.

At this moment, Jiang Ziya, who was despised by a kid, was undoubtedly aggrieved.

But looking at the dog that was walking like a gust of wind again, he endured it forcefully.

The guys in this market are not like ordinary people.

He had a deep understanding of this a few days before he came out of the ramp.

I want to do hard work to survive, but other people's children are playing with the millstones.

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