Starting from the Zhang family of the stolen pen to start the disco therapy

"As for me, I left home to gain experience. I have been walking along the way without a destination, so I want to find a direction." Zhang Qiyuan was speaking the truth. He left the Zhang family and wandered aimlessly, so he really needed a direction.

"Okay." After saying that, he led Zhang Qiyuan into the hall next door.

Statues of the Three Pure Ones were enshrined in the hall. The divine fortune teller uncle washed his hands and lit incense while Zhang Huaiyi cleverly arranged the cushion.

Zhang Qiyuan sat on a cushion, and his master uncle, the divine fortune teller, sat opposite him.

"There are some things I can't say, but you and I know them."

Zhang Qiyuan raised his eyebrows. This Taoist priest on Longhu Mountain was quite capable: "Let's be frank. I can't use my abilities frequently here." As he spoke, Zhang Qiyuan pointed to the sky. He could see through fate, but after coming here, he was greatly restricted. It was no big deal for him to spit out blood.

If it's related to the main plot, it's like he accidentally said the ultimate, and his heart would be broken in half.

"Besides, I can't see my own fate."

In the hall, as soon as Zhang Qiyuan finished speaking, the incense that had just been lit suddenly burned to the end without wind.

“Shanxin, your words are very strong.”

Zhang Qiyuan didn't say anything. He held the power of destiny, but couldn't find his own destiny line, so he snatched some of the power of wisdom, but he still couldn't figure it out, let alone see it.

"Maybe I'm obsessed." Zhang Qiyuan thought back to when he came to this world, with a frail baby's body and no divine power at all, but he also lost a lot of obsession.

"Good believer, do you still want to ask for divination?"

"Of course."

Ever since an evil wind started blowing in the hall, Zhang Huaiyi has been scared to death and prayed to his ancestors for protection. He never expected that his kind-hearted little brother would have such a tragic life. He didn't know how long he would have to lie in bed after his uncle calculated this fortune.

"Believer, you are not an ordinary person. What do you want to use for divination?" The uncle master, the divine fortune teller, saw that Zhang Qiyuan did not seem to be here to cause trouble, but rather came to Longhu Mountain by accident.

However, this little brother has a very strange fate. He seems to be a person from outside the world, but he has many causes and effects with this place.

Moreover, the scope of this cause and effect is very large... very large.

He deeply felt that his limited ability was not enough to bear so many consequences.

Zhang Qiyuan saw the other party's worry, and he didn't want to embarrass others. He just came here on a whim and had the idea of ​​asking for a divination.

"This Taoist priest, since you are half a colleague, you must know that what you want to do is part of your destiny."

With a sigh, Master Shen Suanzi nodded: "Well, that's fine. But it seems that you have a deep connection with Longhu Mountain."

After saying this, he looked at Zhang Huaiyi thoughtfully.

Zhang Qiyuan couldn't think of any suitable item for divination at the moment, so he could only use the dice of fate.

As soon as the dice of fate appeared, a breeze blew across the Sanqing Hall. Zhang Huaiyi could not see anything, but only felt that the breeze was very comfortable.

The other two present felt something unusual.

Zhang Qiyuan once again saw the destiny of this world.

The uncle master who is a fortune teller saw a little bit of Zhang Huaiyi's cause and effect line. Zhang Huaiyi and Zhang Qiyuan have a cause and effect line with each other, and the fate between the two is probably more than that.

But the causal line is not deep, it should be another chance meeting.

"Master, just use this dice."

"I cannot afford this dice. Please throw it for me."

Zhang Qiyuan touched his nose, said nothing, tossed the dice of fate, and it flipped over to the ground, with 3 facing up.

Uncle Master Shenshenzi: "Believers don't have to rush to find the direction. Someone will naturally show you the way."

"Who is that?"

"The faithful believers."

Zhang Qiyuan did not continue to follow the Taoist priest in Tai Chi and say some specious words. He put away the dice of fate, looked at Zhang Huaiyi who was sitting on pins and needles, and said calmly: "Do I need to pay for food if I stay here for a few days?"

The fortune teller uncle smiled and said, "Just give as much as the believers think fit. I can tell from the looks of it that the believers are not short of money."

Zhang Qiyuan smiled and nodded: "But I went up the mountain in a hurry this time, so I didn't bring much money with me."

The master uncle who is a fortune teller froze in his smile.

"But I brought gold bars." As he said that, Zhang Qiyuan took out two gold bars.

The fortune teller uncle knew at first sight that this guy was playing a trick on him. It was a pity that at his age, he had to be teased by a little guy for some valuable things.

"Huaiyi, go and arrange what you brought."

Zhang Huaiyi naturally understood the look given by his uncle, and led Zhang Qiyuan, the wealthy man, to live in the best courtyard. He also introduced the scenery and various legends of Longhu Mountain along the way, and finally went to the kitchen to taste the dishes of Longhu Mountain.

The theory of Feng Shui may have some mysterious elements, but this pleasant environment is very nourishing.

The next morning, Zhang Qiyuan got up early. The birds were singing melodiously and the morning air was fresh. The temperature on the mountain was a little low, but it was just right for Zhang Qiyuan.

Neither of the two pets were brought along. Axue was playing in the forest, and Ahuan was still looking after the house at the inn.

Zhang Qiyuan saw the Taoist priests of Mount Longhu doing morning exercises and suddenly felt itchy. He remembered that he often got up early to do some physical training in the Zhang family, and then he started to practice the ugly Fa Qiu Finger.

Zhang Qiyuan stretched his muscles and bones for a while, and felt slightly sweaty. He felt very comfortable. He thought that being a Taoist priest was not bad, living a carefree life.

"A Yuan, your kung fu is quite good." After yesterday's contact, Zhang Huaiyi became familiar with Zhang Qiyuan. Besides, his uncle said that this God of Wealth had a connection with Longhu Mountain.

Zhang Qiyuan didn't say anything. He had just observed their morning practice and felt that something between heaven and earth was absorbed by them. It was a bit like cultivating immortals, but not that profound.

"Your cultivation is also very mysterious."

mysterious?

Zhang Huaiyi's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that this person had seen through the fact that they were refining Qi?

"It's nothing mysterious. Our morning lessons are usually like this, breathing in and out."

Seeing Zhang Huaiyi's nervousness, Zhang Qiyuan stopped asking and asked, "Do you want to spar with me?"

Zhang Huaiyi didn't want to agree. Before he could say anything, he heard his senior brother calling him, "Huaiyi, Master asked you to take this believer to see him. Don't waste time! Master is waiting!"

"Brother, I understand."

Zhang Huaiyi's senior brother delivered the message and left in a hurry.

"Your senior brother is quite arrogant." Zhang Qiyuan has seen this kind of arrogance in many of the younger Zhangs in the Zhang family.

Zhang Huaiyi led the way and replied: "My senior brother Zhang Zhiwei suppressed all the people of his generation by himself."

Zhang Qiyuan was a little surprised: "I have been traveling outside, and I have never heard that there is such a powerful Taoist priest in your Longhu Mountain?"

Zhang Huaiyi laughed and said, "This is a contest between our Taoist priests."

Zhang Qiyuan nodded, just like their Zhang family would also compete. Taoism is not limited to Longhu Mountain. It seems that Taoists from other mountains also joined in the fight.

"It seems that your senior brother is very talented."

Zhang Huaiyi sighed: "Since becoming my disciple, I have never hit my senior brother once."

Listening to this, there was quite a bit of resentment, but more of admiration. Zhang Qiyuan liked this little Taoist priest with protruding ears very much, and said with a smile: "Do you want me to find a place for you?"

"Don't do that! My brother won't take any lightness into consideration..."

"Just because of what you said, I have to fight with your senior brother Zhang Weiwei."

"My senior brother is Zhang Zhiwei. No, we can't fight."

Zhang Huaiyi was overwhelmed. He couldn't think of a reason to refuse, so he went to where his master lived.

The reception hall was decorated with great charm. Zhang Jingqing sat on the armchair and sipped tea. When the little Taoist boy saw someone coming, he also poured a cup of tea for Zhang Qiyuan who was seated.

Neither side wanted to talk. Zhang Qiyuan did not have such an elegant hobby as tea tasting, but the Zhang family had cultivated many such elegant tastes. For example, right now, Zhang Qiyuan took a sip and knew that this was the best Biluochun, with rich floral fragrance and a long and sweet aftertaste. It was one of his favorite teas.