I rely on fortune-telling to conquer wealthy families

Shang Qing held up the hexagram plate and shook it, then turned it in another direction, but the pointer remained unchanged. He tried to calculate, but felt that his vision was blurry and he couldn't figure anything out.

Master Shang's eyes widened in shock, and he thought to himself that my peerless cultivation has really been abolished? While thinking about it, he tentatively pinched his fingers and unleashed a burst of spiritual power——

In front of me, Cao Muxing let out an ouch and fell down. When he got up, he tried to fight Shangqing: "Zhou Shangqing, you are sick! You are plotting against me!"

The people around him quickly stopped him. Everyone in Xiao Pingtou felt that the master looked emotionally unstable. Only Shang Qing looked at his fingertips and frowned, his cultivation was suppressed.

Although the spiritual power can still be used, its power is greatly reduced. Not to mention the divination, not a single bit was left.

He said to himself, "How can it still be like this?"

Fu Lianzhi smiled in his ear and said, "Isn't it a bit annoying?"

"It's a bit." Shang Qing raised his head and looked at the tall towers on the west mountain. His face said: I want to demolish it!

At this time, Liu Fu suddenly said: "Fellow Daoist Zhou, are you... being suppressed by Rugui Temple?"

As soon as he said this, Cao Muxing stopped struggling and asked curiously: "Uncle Master, what suppresses cultivation?"

Liu Fu: "I also heard that Rugui Temple guards the entire Yangjia City. If the Taoist disciples who come to Yangjia City are too high in cultivation or have too strong talents, their cultivation will be suppressed until they leave here."

"I heard that Taoist Master Yunxu was suppressed when he came to Yangjia City when he was young, but I always thought this was a legend." Liu Fu looked envious, "I think Taoist Master Zhou either has advanced cultivation or is talented. Extremely strong.”

After hearing this, Cao Muxing hurriedly tried it, and his face turned ugly instantly: He had no shortage of skills.

Damn it, I lost to Zhou Shangqing again!

Shang Qing snorted, "He has to worry about people passing by the door. How stingy." He turned to look at Xiao Pingtou and the others, "Can you find out where the owner of the shop lives?"

Xiao Pingtou was in a dilemma: "We made inquiries yesterday, and the surrounding merchants all said that the owner of this store is very withdrawn, his opening hours are not fixed, and no one is familiar with him."

Shang Qing had already guessed this result and continued to look at Liu Fu, "Fellow Daoist Liu, can you do some divination?"

"Ah? Oh...oh!" Liu Fu hurriedly touched his pocket. After searching for a long time, he took out two bronze coins and then started to stare.

Shang Qing waited patiently for a while and found that he had not made any move yet, so he asked, "Did Fellow Daoist Liu use the Sixth Yao? As far as I know, the Sixth Yao requires three copper coins?"

Liu Fu: "...Ah, yes." So he can't forget it...

Shang Qing saw that this was someone who was not good at divination. He suddenly had a bad feeling, but he still took a deep breath and turned his attention to Cao Muxing.

Cao Muxing let out a laugh and adjusted his clothes pretentiously, "It's up to me to turn the tide, right?"

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and said, "Lend me the hexagram plate."

Shang Qing handed over the Onmyoji horoscope without comment.

Cao Muxing turned the pointer and calculated for a moment with his other hand. The pointer turned and pointed in a certain direction.

Mr. Cao was overjoyed and pointed in that direction and shouted, "Found it! Let's go!"

Behind him, Shang Qing said quietly: "Fellow Taoist Cao, you held the hexagram plate upside down."

Cao Muxing: "..."

Liu Fu's face turned red with shame, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but none of us on Chongya Mountain are good at divination..."

Shang Qing thought: I can see it.

Liu Fu continued to feel ashamed, "Here, what should we do now?"

Shang Qing sighed and looked up at the Buddha's head, "Let's go. The person who tied the bell needs to untie the bell. Go visit the master at his house."

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Rugui Temple is built on the mountain to the west of Yangjia City. It is not very large in scale, but it is very delicately built. It has been well preserved after thousands of years.

The group sent their luggage to the hotel and started climbing the mountain to worship Buddha.

There is a white stone step built on the steep mountain road. It is not too difficult to walk up. I also met a few people who came to play along the way.

It's just that it's June after all, and soon a group of people were exhausted and sweating.

They turned a corner and saw a girl sitting on the stone steps in front of her, with a backpack beside her. She seemed to be resting.

Seeing the person coming, the girl raised her head, showing a flushed face from exhaustion, and said hello: "Are you here to climb the mountain too?"

Liu Fu looked at his companion, stepped forward and said, "That's right. Girl, are you in any trouble? Do you need help?"

The girl was excited, "I need it so much!" She opened the zipper of her backpack, took out water, snacks and fruits and stuffed them into everyone's arms, "I really can't carry them anymore, so please be kind and take them all to eat. Bar!"

Everyone: "..."

Regardless of anything else, Cao Muxing grabbed a bottle of water and drank it. He was very thirsty along the way.

It was too late for Liu Fu to stop him, and it was too late to shirk him, so he could only smile and said, "Thank you very much."

The girl was carrying her empty backpack with ease, "No thank you, no thank you! If you are in a hurry, go up first. If I rest for a while, my shoulder will be broken."

Shang Qing looked at her eyebrows, took out a talisman, folded it, and handed it over, "This is for you. Remember, if you don't do anything bad, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door."

The girl subconsciously took the talisman, wondering in her heart, what does it mean? However, when she wanted to ask, she realized that the person had already gone away.

After thinking about it, she put the talisman away and treated it as a snack.

Shang Qing and others finally arrived at Rugui Temple.

There were not many people in the temple, let alone pilgrims. They walked through the main hall and came directly to the high tower in the backyard.

Under the tall pagoda, there was only a young monk sweeping the fallen leaves. The frequency with which he swept the floor was very consistent, as if he was engaging in some kind of strange spiritual practice.

The ancient temple is very quiet, with only the sound of sweeping the floor. In the noisy and fast-paced modern society, this place is like a paradise.

However, Shang Qing felt that from the moment he stepped into Rugui Temple, the pressure on his body suddenly became several times heavier. It was as if he was wearing a layer of airtight leather clothing, his sense of consciousness was very dull, and his spiritual power was also very sluggish.

He had never felt so uncomfortable in his life. He couldn't help raising his hand and making an international friendly gesture to the Buddha's head on the tower.

The young monk sweeping the floor frowned slightly, walked over and clasped his hands together in salute, "This fellow Taoist, why are you humiliating the Buddha statue?"

Shang Qing sneered, "Your Buddha is too stingy. When I passed by his door, he looked at me displeased. I just said something in return."

The monk's frown deepened, "My fellow Taoist has been a human being for two lives, why do you still disrespect gods and Buddhas?"

Shang Qing: "The gods and Buddhas didn't give birth to me, raise me, or help me. Why should I respect them? Just because they sit high?"

The monk suddenly yelled and whipped the broom in his hand over his head, "My fellow Taoist is so indifferent to good and evil, I'm afraid he may be confused by evil spirits. Wait until I come to exorcise the ghosts for you!"

Shang Qing took half a step back to avoid the attack. His movements were a little stiff, but he did not show any weakness. He just sneered and said: "There is no distinction between good and evil? Are you telling me that the clay tire is good? According to that, I should worship the cement factory."

The monk's moves were fierce, "The clay body is the image, and the Tao is the original intention. I am afraid that my Taoist friends have forgotten the original intention!"

Shang Qing's cultivation was severely suppressed, and he was a little embarrassed, but his face became colder and colder, "My true intention? My true intention is that both good and evil should be punished, and I have never forgotten it!"

The monk shouted loudly, jumped up, and struck the broom down in the air——

Shang Qing could no longer hide away, so he simply stood there with a sneer, his eyes as firm as ever.

The broken broom was like an icicle close to a fire, disappearing inch by inch, and its surroundings cracked open like a mirror, revealing the reality behind it.

The young monk stood in front of him with a smile, and his movements did not change. His friends around him were looking at him in confusion. His left hand was held by Fu Lianzhi. It was cold and painful, which showed that he was very strong.

Shang Qing raised his eyes and felt that the world in front of him was so clear. He could even see the top of the tower dozens of meters high. A white moth fell on the Buddha's head...

The monk leaned on the broom and gave a gentle salute, "Congratulations, fellow Taoist, for making a further step in your cultivation."

Shang Qing came back to his senses and realized that not only had his cultivation level returned, but it had also increased a lot.

Fu Lianzhi breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "How do you feel?"

Shang Qing thought for a moment and said, "It's not bad." He scolded the host and took advantage of him. That's not bad!

He returned the bow to the monk, "I take back what I just said, your Buddha is quite generous."

The monk also smiled and said, "There are thousands of avenues, and fellow Taoists can just follow their own path. There is always a bright moon in the clouds, and I hope that fellow Taoists will achieve great success soon."

After bidding farewell to this strange monk, Shang Qing explained a few words to his companions, and everyone hurried down the mountain.

Passing by the main hall, I saw the girl who just distributed snacks to them was worshiping Buddha, "Buddha bless me, I hope the children in my class can grow up healthy. If you don't agree, I will come back next year and ask..."

Everyone outside was speechless for a while, what a good guy, worshiping Buddha in a harassing and harassing way...

The group of people went down the mountain and took a car into the city.

Shang Qing was so excited that he took out the hexagram plate and flipped it around before getting off the car. The pointer rotates in a very normal circle and points in a certain direction.

Master Shang calculated it several times and finally said after he was satisfied: "It's near here, east, three to five kilometers away."

The driver, Xiao Pingtou, turned the steering wheel and said, "I know that place. It is the only villa community in Yangjia City, and it is full of rich people."

Cao Musing exclaimed, "Is that man very rich? His shop doesn't seem big, right?"

You Ziming explained: "You can't say that. His bowls were sold at the auction house, and the lowest starting price was 50,000. The one Tan Fengyan bought was sold for 160,000. He can make one a month. The income from two bowls is quite a lot. That shop should not be his main source of income. The most important thing is that in places like Yangjia City, villas are not expensive."

While talking, the car arrived at the villa community. Security in this community is very strict, but Xiao Pingtou didn't know what he did, and the security guard actually let their car go.

Shang Qing directed the direction, and the car finally stopped in front of a small villa.

After everyone got out of the car, Xiao Pingtou pressed the doorbell. After ringing for a long time, no one came to open the door.

Cao Muxing kicked the wall angrily, "Is this person a rabbit? He can run away like that!"

At this time, a dog barked suddenly from behind. An aunt led a husky by and said, "Are you looking for the owner of this house? He is not at home. He went back to his hometown a few days ago."

Liu Fu asked: "Do you know when he will come back? And where is his hometown?"

Both of them were polite, but the dog was very excited for some reason and wanted to pounce on Cao Muxing.

Cao Muxing dodged left and right, but the dog pounced on him.

The husky started slapping his face wildly with her tongue.

The aunt was very embarrassed, and said while tugging on the dog leash: "There is a man living in this house, and he has to go home every once in a while, sometimes two or three days, sometimes ten days, it's not fixed. As for his hometown... ...I heard he is from Dongjiacun. He doesn’t usually interact with us neighbors. I heard it too, so I’m not sure.”

The aunt took the dog and left. Cao Muxing was choked by the dog hair and coughed, "What should we do now, go to Dongjia Village?"

Shang Qing rubbed his forehead, "It's getting late and the rural roads are not easy to walk. Let's go back to the hotel and rest for a night before setting off tomorrow."

Others had no objections.

Everyone rested for the night and came to Dongjiacun the next day.

They made some inquiries at the entrance of the village and said they were looking for a man who made porcelain, possibly named Meng. Unexpectedly, everyone in the village knew about it and enthusiastically pointed them in the direction.

They followed the path pointed by the villagers and came to a house.

Shang Qing took one look and began to sigh, calling Xiao Pingtou, "Call your boss, someone is dead."