She's a real daughter and she's telling people's fortunes again

sunset.

In the Sutra Collection Pavilion, Chen Ping'an always sat cross-legged, eyes closed, thinking hard.

A whole day has passed since he entered the Sutra Pavilion.

During this period, Chen Ping'an didn't eat any rice and tried countless methods, but he was still able to awaken the Dragon Burial Needle.

Under this situation, even Chen Ping'an couldn't help but start to feel distressed.

"Dragon Burying Needle, Dragon Burying Needle, you are such a annoying little goblin."

Chen Pingan opened his eyes and stared at the dragon burial needle in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh.

Just when Chen Ping'an was puzzled in the Sutra Pavilion and his face was full of sorrow, it seemed very lively outside.

Nanshan Temple's annual martial arts competition has always been the largest gathering of the young generation in Jiangnan.

Although this year's martial arts competition was stolen by the dark horse Chen Ping'an, it still did not affect the gathering of these young people in the evening after each final.

Moreover, the purpose of holding a martial arts competition in Nanshan Temple is to recommend young people, to provide opportunities for the young generation of wealthy families and top sects to hone their skills, and to give a showcase to those who have strength but have not joined any sects. Opportunity.

Therefore, on the night of the finals of every martial arts tournament, Hua Yingwu, the leader of the Jiangnan Martial Arts League, would hold a banquet at a hotel not far from the foot of Nanshan Temple, inviting all the contestants and the heads of wealthy families who came to watch the competition.

The purpose of this banquet is not only to commend those young people who have performed well, but also to provide a way for the masters and sects to recruit those who have performed well in the martial arts competition.

Therefore, even those contestants who had already left the show early would choose to attend this banquet.

Of course, even if these people are recruited into wealthy families and large sects, their status will not be very high, but this is still an opportunity for these people without any background.

However, no one among the people who were changing glasses at the banquet expected that something that would affect the entire Jiangnan situation at today's dinner was gradually brewing.

In a room outside the banquet, two people were sitting.

One is the current leader of Jiangnan Wu League, Hua Yingwu.

The other is the old monk Wu Zen.

"Holy Monk, Xiaoyou Chen should have found the seventh golden needle in the Sutra Pavilion, right?"

Hua Yingwu looked at the old monk solemnly and asked.

"I've found it, but I'm not sure it can be used by him."

Obviously, Holy Monk Wuchan was aware of Chen Pingan's current predicament.

"Now that I have found it, why can't I use it?"

Hua Yingwu frowned slightly, because he was waiting for Chen Pingan to get the seventh golden needle to cure his injury.

Only in this way can he proceed with his plan.

"Amitabha."

"Because Benefactor Chen, there is still a lack of fate."

Monk Wuchan clasped his hands together and responded softly.

"Fate is really a wonderful thing."

Hua Yingwu couldn't help but sigh when he heard this.

"Leader Hua, don't be impatient."

"Your plan, with the help of Donor Chen, is already half successful."

Saint Monk Wuchan knew why Hua Yingwu was so anxious, so he spoke calmly.

"But that's only half of it."

"Those old guys in Jiangnan are not so easy to deal with."

Hua Yingwu responded with a slightly solemn expression.

"Amitabha."

"Don't worry, don't worry."

"Donor Chen and Alliance Leader Hua are both very kind people."

"Don't be afraid of bumps in the road ahead, everything happens for a reason."

The holy monk Wu Zen silently recited the name of the Buddha and said piously.

The night was fleeting.

In Nanshan Temple, in the Sutra Pavilion.

After Chen Pingan noticed the first ray of sunshine in the morning, he couldn't help but sigh.

After a whole day and night, he still failed to wake up the seventh golden needle.

Due to time constraints, he could only temporarily leave the Sutra Pavilion with the seventh golden needle.

When Chen Ping'an came out, he found that the deputy host was already waiting here.

"Just let you wait."

Chen Pingan took the initiative to cup his fists.

"Donor Chen is very punctual and did not wait for a long time."

The deputy sect master responded lightly, and then made a gesture of invitation.

Seeing this, Chen Ping'an stopped staying and left straight away.

He was not in a hurry to visit Nangong Qingyu's village, but after asking around, he came to the guest room arranged by Nanshan Temple for the Qingluan Sect.