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

In the dilapidated residential building, Bai Xinglu climbed up the steps.

He walked in the middle of the stairs, trying not to let the dirty wall next to him touch his clothes.

There was disgust and disgust on his face. At the same time, he was also thinking about where to celebrate after getting rid of Yanjiu.

And wait a minute, will Yanjiu be so scared that he will kneel down and beg for mercy?

Thinking of this, Bai Xinglu had a happy smile on his face.

In the blink of an eye, he had reached the third floor and found the house number. Bai Xinglu stretched out his hand and knocked on the door, with a noble and disdainful look on his face.

After waiting for half a minute, the door creaked, revealing a gap.

Bai Xinglu wanted to mock Yanjiu for his deafness, but saw that although the door was open, there was no one at the door.

Opening the door, Bai Xinglu walked in recklessly.

Next to the coffee table in the living room, Yan Jiu was sitting on the ground with his legs crossed.

There was only a dim yellow lamp in the living room, which made the moonlight streaming in through the window extremely quiet.

There was a pot of hot tea on the coffee table, steam rising from it.

Seeing two cups next to the teapot, Bai Xinglu became a little alert:

"Yanjiu, do you have guests today?"

Yanjiu held the tea cup in his hand. He turned his head to look at Bai Xinglu, his eyes were lazy and deep, but the corners of his lips twitching slightly added a bit of weirdness to the atmosphere at this time.

Yanjiu picked up the teapot and calmly filled the teacup on the opposite side. While filling, he said slowly:

"Yes, you are here. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Bai Xinglu was a little surprised: "You knew I would come?"

Yanjiu held his chin with one hand and stared at Bai Xinglu amusedly:

"Didn't you say yesterday that a young man from the Bai family would die today?"

Hearing this, Bai Xinglu felt relieved. This Yanjiu was self-aware.

Bai Xinglu sneered and said: "Yanjiu, don't be dissatisfied. The law of this world is that the weak eat the strong. If you are weak, you should be killed by me."

Yanjiu tapped his fingers on the table twice casually, and he echoed:

"Well, that makes sense, so if you are weak, you deserve to be eaten today."

Bai Xinglu had already taken out two talismans: "Yanjiu, have you drunk too much? What are you dreaming about?"

Yanjiu said calmly: "Don't you think a man from the Bai family is going to die today? My surname is not Bai in this room, the one surnamed Bai is you."

Bai Xinglu always felt that Yanjiu was a little weird today.

Suddenly, the color around him gradually faded.

Yanjiu's voice sounded again: "Bai Xinglu, do you want to see where this is?"

Feeling that his surroundings were becoming blurry, Bai Xinglu rubbed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the world had rotated, and the surroundings had already changed.

He was now in an ancient alley, directly opposite an elegant house.

There was a white-furred fox lying on the roof of the house, and the fox's ferocious beast eyes were staring lazily at him.

Looking down, there is a small font on the doorpost: "No. 158 Shanyue Street."

Bai Xinglu's heart was already beating erratically. He moved his eyes to the side and saw a plaque.

The four words "Xiangzhao Bookstore" on the plaque took Bai Xinglu's breath away.

The door of Xiangzhao Bookstore is wide open. Through the wide open door, you can see that Yanjiu is still in the same posture as before.

He was sitting at the coffee table, drinking tea leisurely.

The coffee table is the coffee table in the residential building just now, and the tea is also the tea of ​​that time...

Bai Xinglu said hoarsely: "Yanjiu, you..."

Yanjiu put down the tea cup, propped his head with one hand, and leaned lazily on the coffee table. He looked at Bai Xinglu in front of him casually like a clown:

"I said, my surname is not Bai, your surname is Bai."

Bai Xinglu said in a trembling voice: "Then who are you?"

Yanjiu played with the teacup: "My name is Yanjiu, a disciple of Fengyang in Zhaoyao Mountain, Xingliu, Taoist name Xiangzhao."

Hearing this, the talisman that Bai Xinglu had been holding in his palm fell to the ground, and he suddenly thought.

When Yanjiu returned to the Bai family one year, he was suddenly called Yanjiu.

As for the disciples of Fengyang in Zhaoyao Mountain, Qi Zhou, Shi An, Yi Chuan... all have a number in their names.

Yanjiu, Xiangzhao? The prophet respected by all the magicians in Yan Yang is actually Yan Jiu?

Bai Xinglu bravely said, "Yanjiu, you obviously don't have any spiritual power."

At this time, the talisman that Bai Xinglu had just held suddenly burned. Seeing this, he hid aside in horror.

Yanjiu still looked indifferent: "Spiritual power? What is that? I have never been a practitioner of that... but it is more than enough to deal with you.

Although you showed your teeth and claws a bit before, I am lazy and didn't even think of talking to you.

If you have been just making small fuss, I am also willing to play games with you. The trick to influence you is just a regret booth. "

As he spoke, Yanjiu placed the teacup on the table, neither light nor heavy. The two collided with each other and made a sound. Bai Xinglu actually heard an annoyed tone from it.

Yanjiu's voice also became colder:

"Bai Xinglu, but you really did something I can't tolerate.

If I can't bear it, I won't bear it either. "

Bai Xinglu: "..." What he thought was torture was not worth mentioning in Yanjiu's eyes?

As he spoke, Yanjiu showed a sarcastic smile. He looked at Bai Xinglu up and down:

“Your trick only has one penitence booth, which is too boring.

But don’t worry, I have a lot of tricks here. "

Bai Xinglu could no longer form a sentence:

"Yanjiu, you, what do you want to... do?"

But at this time, Yanjiu stretched out his hand to cover his face. He yawned and his voice became more tired. He rubbed his forehead and Yanjiu continued:

"I'm feeling a little sleepy now. I really don't have the energy to play all night like you. Let's get straight to the point."

I saw Yanjiu saying to the void: "Senior Brother Shi'an? Senior Brother Shi'an... you can let your little black come over."

While talking, a tall man with a handsome face appeared out of thin air.

After Xiao Hei entered the room, he looked at Bai Xinglu at the side precisely, and he couldn't tell whether he was satisfied or not:

"Yanjiu, is this the food you found for me today?"

Hearing this, Bai Xinglu trembled all over and fell to the ground:

"Yanjiu, don't...the Bai family will not let you go..."

Yanjiu still looked indifferent: "It's Xiao Hei who wants to eat you, not me."

Saying that, Yanjiu pointed at Xiao Hei and said to Bai Xinglu:

“By the way, let me introduce to you, this person’s nickname is Xiao Hei, and his famous name is Taotie.

He likes to eat the most. Not to mention warlocks, even ordinary people know that he loves to eat.

It is reasonable to eat you, and the Bai family has no way to explain it. "

The white deer shrinks back tremblingly? Taotie, Taotie?

What it is? Isn't that a legendary creature? How could Yanjiu call Taotie?

Xiao Hei walked towards Bai Xinglu.

Yanjiu told him: "Xiao Hei, don't eat your body, just chew your soul or something.

I felt dizzy and panicked. Recently, a child came to the study room. He is timid, so we should all be more refined. "