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

As the new year approaches, there are many more gatherings in the warlock circle.

In Yanyang City, the martial arts performance field next to the Warlock Association was decorated like a banquet hall.

People gather together in twos and threes, exchanging cups and cups, or exchanging family feelings.

Among them, many people gathered around Bai Xinglu, and everyone asked Bai Xinglu to predict good or bad luck for them.

It was also at this time that a white fox came from the sky, stepping on the clouds and mist.

The white fox's eyes were evil, but its fur glowed with a holy light.

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned. Many warlock families were indeed able to sign contracts with some spirits and monsters.

But I have never seen anyone sign such a fox who seems to have achieved enlightenment.

When the fox got closer, everyone saw that the fox had a letter in its mouth and stopped exactly in front of Bai Xinglu.

Bai Xinglu was forced to take a step back by the fox's intimidating momentum.

But he immediately remembered that there were people around him and he couldn't show his timidity, so he plucked up the courage to look at the fox.

At this time, the fox let go, and the letter he held fluttered to Bai Xinglu's hand.

Bai Xinglu: "???"

The fox speaks human words, and the clear young voice echoes in the ears of those around him:

"Bai Xinglu, my husband would like to ask you to interpret the hexagram."

Hearing this, Bai Xinglu was a little proud, and he raised his chin:

"Who is your husband? Why doesn't he come by himself? He has no sincerity at all."

The fox was neither humble nor arrogant, and did not take Bai Xinglu seriously:

"My husband's name is Xiangzhao."

As soon as these words came out, there were exclamations one after another in the surrounding area, and then there was silence, all waiting for Bai Xinglu's reply.

Although Bai Xinglu has been in the limelight recently, his reputation has surpassed that of Yuan De during his lifetime.

But compared to Xiangzhao, it is still far behind.

In everyone's concept, Xiangzhao does not belong to people in the world, but is an extremely mysterious and unknown existence.

Just like the Xiangzhao Bookstore at No. 158 Shanyue Road, there is no such place in this world.

What does this mean? This shows that Xiangzhao can open up a space by itself.

Moreover, in Yanyang's thousands of years of history, there will always be something like Xiangzhao Bookstore.

It was Jingxinzhai 800 years ago, Linxi Thatched Cottage 500 years ago... and it is also Xiangzhao Bookstore now.

There will always be someone who carves out a space in Yan Yang, who predicts good or bad luck behind the scenes, provides guidance, and protects Yan Yang.

And Mr. Xiangzhao should be the person who will protect Yan Yang behind the scenes for the next hundred years.

The year Xiangzhao Bookstore appeared was the same year that Taoist Fengyang passed away.

Xiangzhao predicted two disasters that year. Although his attitude was neither salty nor indifferent, he gave Yan Yang some guidance.

Xiangzhao has never appeared, but it still does not prevent everyone from maintaining awe of Xiangzhao.

But this time...a fox descended from the sky and asked Bai Xinglu to predict good or bad luck with the fragrant call, but the taste was wrong.

Bai Xinglu is not a complete fool. He knows that no matter how accurate his hexagram is, it cannot be accurate.

But he still pretended to be calm and confident:

"I wonder what your husband wants to calculate?"

Hearing this, an impatient look appeared on the fox's face:

"It's the interpretation of the hexagram. My husband has already calculated the hexagram, and it's in that envelope.

Please also ask Mr. Bai to interpret the hexagram. "

Bai Xinglu felt a little panicked. He had never relied on his true ability to tell fortunes...but...

But Bai Xinglu still had the courage to open the envelope. It was full of obscure symbols and words, which he could not understand.

Bai Xinglu pretended to be calm: "I don't know what you want to know, sir?"

The fox's words were clear: "I want to understand the fortune of the Bai family."

Hearing this, everyone around him took a deep breath.

Bai family's fortune? Bai Xinglu's face looked extremely bad, and this Xiangzhao seemed to be trying to find fault with him.

At this time, Bai Xinglu suddenly remembered that "that person" had said it.

When calculating good or bad luck, if you don't know what to say in your mind, you can "calculate" the person's death.

Bai Xinglu can talk nonsense as much as he wants, talk about life, death, disaster, it doesn't matter.

The person behind the scenes will turn what Bai Xinglu said into reality, so Bai Xinglu's "divination" is accurate.

And what that person is best at is killing.

Bai Xinglu thought for a moment, and a nasty smile suddenly appeared on his lips, which was quickly covered up by him.

Immediately afterwards, he looked at Mr. Xiangzhao's hexagram, pretending to be shocked, with a look of panic on his face:

"Is the Bai family's luck good?

Someone in the Bai family will die tomorrow night.

It's a man, very young. "

As soon as Bai Xinglu said these words, the fox looked at him with unclear meaning, and the deep beast pupils shone with tiny lights, which made people shudder.

"Then let's wait for tomorrow night."

After saying this, the fox flew away in the clouds. Everyone looked at the fox walking away and couldn't help but imagine Xiang Zhao in their hearts.

But Bai Xinglu stood there, unconsciously crumpling the paper in his palm.

If only one person dies, then Yanjiu will die.

He didn't even need to ask "that person" to take action, he could kill Yanjiu himself.

However, on the outside, Bai Xinglu looked anxious and worried.

He even hurried to the Bai family, don't ask, the purpose of asking is to go back and tell everyone about this "bad luck to the Bai family", and to ask all the men of the Bai family to be more careful tomorrow.

Bai Xinglu even said that he would rather make a mistake in his calculations than make his fortune come true.

……

When the moon climbed up on the roof, in a remote place of the Bai family, the second aunt of the Bai family also asked Bai Xinglu worriedly:

"Lulu, is it really possible that a young man from our Bai family will die?

This is how to do? Just stay at home tomorrow and don't run around. Let's avoid the limelight. "

At this time, Bai Xinglu's expression was a little crazy:

"Mom, now it's not a question of whether you will die, but you must die." How can an immortal prove his prediction?

Immediately, Bai Xinglu's expression softened a little, and he said indifferently:

“But mom, don’t worry, Yanjiu will be the one who dies tomorrow, it doesn’t matter.

Even if he dies, no one will hold him accountable.

The only one who would pursue the case was Bai Xingyuan, but she didn't even know where she had gone. "

The second aunt of the Bai family was silent. What happened was that Yanjiu could only blame himself for his bad luck.

They didn't even sympathize with Yanjiu for a moment. The world of the jungle is so cruel.

The only blame is that Yanjiu is too weak.

……

The next evening, Bai Xinglu looked very relaxed.

He even sprayed himself with some perfume and put on some low-key and very expensive clothes.

According to the address of Yanjiu that I found in advance, I walked there calmly.

Bai Xinglu really felt that killing Yanjiu was not a big deal.

Soon, Bai Xinglu came to an old and dilapidated residential building.

He stood outside the building, looking at the mottled marks on the building and the narrow alleys, and listening to the chaotic family stories of the surrounding residents.

Bai Xinglu couldn't help but reveal a contemptuous smile.

Yanjiu can live in this poor place. He really didn't mean to make things difficult for Yanjiu. He was helping Yanjiu escape. Yanjiu should thank himself.

But for some reason, as he walked forward, Bai Xinglu felt a little panicked.