The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

Bai Xinglu only became a disciple of Yuan De last month.

Yuande said that Bai Xinglu had the talent to become a hexagram master, and Bai Xinglu was very proud of this.

Even during this time, he was arrogant in front of many of his peers in the Bai family.

Becoming a disciple of Yuande made Bai Xinglu feel that he was extremely talented and one level higher than many of his peers from the Bai family, let alone compared to Yanjiu, an illegitimate son.

As for today, Yuande said he was taking Bai Xinglu to the Warlock Association to see the world.

Until now, Bai Xinglu didn't know what kind of world he had seen. He only saw the inkstone, an eyesore.

However, Yuande is not that repulsive to Yanjiu.

He saw Yanjiu as an ordinary young man, an ordinary living being.

When stupid sentient beings pray to Yuande for answers, Yuande will also grant some answers.

In Yuande's view, this is his responsibility to relieve all sentient beings from misfortune, and it is his responsibility as the first hexagram master.

Calling Yanjiu to him, Yuande smiled, maintaining the unfathomable image of an expert in every move:

"Put your hand out and I'll show you."

Yanjiu stretched out his hand nonchalantly, he also wanted to listen.

Yuan De couldn't calculate Yan Yang's fortune because the hexagram was too big and Yuan De's ability was not enough to support it.

But after all, Yuande is also the nominal first hexagram master, so other calculations should be accurate.

In particular, the divination master cannot tell his own fortune, so Yanjiu can only know some of his fortunes from other divination masters.

Yuande looked at Yanjiu's palm and asked Yanjiu: "What do you want to know?"

Yanjiu said lazily: "I want to know when I will die."

Yuan De and Nan He all looked at Yan Jiu strangely.

At Yanjiu's age, he shouldn't ask this question. Even if he asks this question, he shouldn't have such a special indifferent attitude.

Yuande glanced at Yanjiu's palm, his expression was not good. After looking at it for a long time, he finally concluded:

"You have few connections and a lot of peach blossoms."

Hearing this, Nan He glanced at Yan Jiu and sneered: "The peach blossoms are so prosperous? How come there are so many people who can't think about it?"

In view of Nan He's trouble-making temperament, his criteria for choosing a mate are very strict.

Based on his criteria for choosing a mate, he felt that Yanjiu should end up alone.

Bai Xinglu believed deeply in his teacher. He could only doubt Yanjiu: "Yanjiu, you really have a bad temper. How many people have you hooked up with outside?"

Only Yanjiu doesn't look good, peach blossom?

Old man Fengyang also said before that he has a prosperous peach blossom, what kind of peach blossom? He wished that even the mosquitoes around him were male.

Yuande continued: "As for when you will die, it's strange, I can't see..."

Yuan De was surprised, but Yan Jiu understood that his destiny might not be calculated by Yuan De's ability.

Yanjiu took back his hand and laughed at himself: "Maybe it's because my life is in a mess, so I can't see it."

At this time, Nan He stood up. While sorting out the wrinkles on his clothes, he invited Yuan De:

"Mr. Yuande, please come this way. It's almost the appointed time."

When Nan He went out, he glanced at Yanjiu lightly: "You can go, I will spare you today."

Without any hesitation, Yanjiu followed Nan He out and prepared to escape.

As soon as Yan Jiu walked out of the door of the reception room, he saw a monk in ragged clothes and a weathered face appearing at the door.

The monk is incompatible with the entire sorcerer association, just like a bodhicitta suddenly broke into the world of drunkenness and wealth.

The monk clasped his hands together and first greeted Tong Nanhe: "President Nanhe, long time no see."

Nan He returned the Buddhist salute to the monk: "Master Hua Can, you are well."

After passing Yuan De, the monk looked at Yan Jiu: "My dear friend, thank you very much for your donation last time, and thank you very much for your help last time."

The monk's words brought the focus of the audience to Yanjiu again.

Giving? Help? What can Yanjiu help Huacan?

Hua Can should be the strongest monk today, but he also needs the help of an ordinary person like Yan Jiu?

The key is that Hua Can's attitude towards Yan Jiu is even kinder than towards Nan He.

Yan Jiu deliberately diverted attention, he just said casually: "It's just two steamed buns, master, don't pay too much attention."

At this time, Yanjiu suddenly noticed a white flower on the monk's cassock, which was the white magnolia. Yanjiu was a little stunned:

"On your cassock is..."

The monk was slightly stunned. He picked the white flowers from his cassock and gave them to Yan Jiu:

"This is a piece of soul I met on the road. The soul is very incomplete. I don't know how many pieces it was broken into. Most people can't see it.

Since you can see it, it means you are destined.

Then I will leave this white flower to you for safekeeping. "

If it were normal, Yanjiu would definitely refuse, as he was too lazy to keep some strange things.

But this time, he couldn't refuse, but carefully held the flowers in his palms and put them away carefully.

Bai Xinglu could not see what was happening at all.

Yuan De sighed at the side: "You little friend, you do have some talent for cultivation." Even he could only see a ball of white air, but it was not ruled out that some people just had "brighter" eyes.

After hearing what the master said, Bai Xinglu said with great disdain:

"Teacher, don't be deceived by Yanjiu, he has no spiritual power."

Nan He stared at the flower in Yanjiu's palm, thoughtfully. He finally raised his eyes to look at Yanjiu seriously:

"You said you are the illegitimate son of the Bai family, but you don't know which illegitimate son of the Bai family you are."

Yanjiu said without waves, "Bai Xiucheng."

Nan He had a look of realization on his face, and his tone was straightforward: "No wonder, Mr. Bai's blood is flowing, so you can see that white flower so easily?"

Hearing this, Yan Jiu looked at Nan He with no emotion, which could be called indifference. He was extremely indifferent, as if he had done it deliberately.

Seeing this, Nan He asked more sharply:

"Angry? Why? That you have Mr. Bai's blood flowing on your body? Do you hate Mr. Xiucheng? Or do you resent Mr. Xiucheng?"

Seeing that Yanjiu didn't speak, Nan He continued: "But there are some things that cannot be denied. Normal warlocks can't see that white flower."

After saying that, Nan He looked at Bai Xinglu: "Can you see the flower in Yanjiu's hand?"

Bai Xinglu was a little embarrassed. He was embarrassed and angry about not joining the topic. But when Nan He asked, he could only shake his head helplessly:

"can not see."

Nan He smiled, pointed at Bai Xinglu, and said to Yan Jiu:

"You see, this is how ordinary people react."

Bai Xinglu bit his lower lip. How could he, who was the best among his peers, be classified as an ordinary person?

There must have been a mistake somewhere, and Nan He didn't understand Yan Jiu's situation. Yan Jiu clearly had no spiritual power.

But Nan He said to Bai Xinglu:

"I suggest your family test his spiritual power again. After so many years, what if he deceived your Bai family?"

Nan He's suggestion was just looking for trouble and was full of malice.

Yan Jiu: "..." This Nan He is not only mean but also very sick.

But this Nan He... seems to be somewhat capable. He can see that the flower in his palm is not a complete idiot.

Nan He completely ignored Yan Jiu's resentful gaze and led Yuan De and the ascetic to another larger conference room.

Yanjiu turned around and wanted to leave, but met Gu Qizhou and Shang Jing head-on.

He couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, haha, a big scene.

There are quite a lot of people here. With all these things put together, is the sky going to fall?

I still want these people to poke a hole in the sky.

Yanjiu wanted to pretend that no one could see it, but Gu Qizhou's unlucky thing insisted on stopping Yanjiu.

"Little friend, please stay."

As soon as Gu Qizhou opened his mouth, there was a gentle breeze and drizzle, and what he said was to help others:

"I see that you look very bad. Would you like to join us and find a room to rest."

Yanjiu: "..." I have been sleeping well and eating well recently, so I don't look bad. Gu Qizhou went into the water by himself and insisted on pulling someone with him.

At this moment, Shang Jing spoke at the right time: "I saw that his face looked very good, and his face was as rosy as a pig."

Yanjiu: "???"

Yanjiu was wearing a hooded sweatshirt today. When passing by Yanjiu, Shang Jing threw the car keys into Yanjiu's hat.

"Wait for me in the car."

Shang Jing's words were tantamount to openly opposing Gu Qizhou.

However, Yan Jiu was in a good mood. He took out the key from his hat and played with it while asking Shang Jing:

"Boss, I'm going to buy coffee on the way. Do you want to bring you a cup?"

Shang Jing: "I want American style, with ice, no sugar and no milk."

Yanjiu: "I want a latte, it tastes good."

Shang Jing rubbed his forehead: "Come on, I'm so annoyed."

Gu Qizhou looked at Yan Jiu's leaving figure, slightly surprised.

As Shen Shi'an said, his junior brother is gradually gaining popularity.

Moreover, Yanjiu is getting more and more sophisticated. When did Yanjiu have such a good relationship with an outsider like Shang Jing?