Chapter 182: Weird Dream, Headless Life-Calling
After seeing these two sentences, Li Daoxuan thought to himself, what a big tone!
I'm afraid that even Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng, who jointly created "The Book of Changes", would not dare to boast like this.
Ordinary fortune tellers would at most call themselves half-immortals. How could this guy dare to say that he could see through the world of immortals?
With such a big tone, if he is not a big liar, he must be a great master.
Li Daoxuan looked at the fortune teller.
I saw that the other person had a pointed chin and a mustache, and his eyes kept moving back and forth between staring at the woman on the street.
How can this person look like an immortal at all?
The master once said that the uncle was an expert who was proficient in alchemy, refining, divination, astrology, formations and other skills. He was well-read and had learned a lot.
In Li Daoxuan's imagination, he must be as talented as Zhuge Liang, so how could he look like this?
After hesitating for a moment, Li Daoxuan decided to have his fortune told himself to see what he was capable of.
He sat down and said, "Sir, I think--"
The fortune teller glanced at him, and immediately took out a box of pills from the box. He smiled and said, "My little brother, I can see that you are weak. Are you here to buy medicine?"
He pointed at the box of pills, raised his eyebrows, and said proudly: "This is a pill I made myself, called Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Fairy Bodhisattva Says Fear, made with yellow dog kidney, seahorse, epimedium, actinolite, Cistanche and other medicinal materials. Just one pill, I guarantee you will be vigorous and energetic, and have fun every night..."
Li Daoxuan coughed and said speechlessly: "Sir, I'm here to tell fortunes."
"Fortune teller?"
The fortune teller's interest suddenly dropped. He waved his hands, pointed at the flag beside him with a sullen face, and said, "I don't count three things. Don't you see it?"
Only then did Li Daoxuan see that there was a small flag with three lines of small words written on it.
"Men don't count, old people don't count, children don't count."
Li Daoxuan's face darkened, and he asked, "Who do you want to calculate for?"
As soon as the words fell, a soft voice sounded.
"Wu Shenxian, please help me calculate it!"
Li Daoxuan turned his head and saw a young woman walking towards him in a panic accompanied by a servant. She had a beautiful face and dignified manners, but her eyes seemed to be filled with fear.
The fortune teller's eyes lit up, and he immediately put on a brilliant smile and said enthusiastically, "Come on, Miss, please take a seat!"
Not only did he greet me with a smile, he also poured me a cup of hot tea.
The speed of his expression change made Li Daoxuan dumbfounded, and at the same time he couldn't help but want to beat him up.
Could this person really be my uncle?
How should I put it? It's a bit embarrassing. I don't want to admit it...
The young woman said in a panic, "Immortal Wu, I had that dream again. I'm so worried that something bad will happen to my relatives!"
"Miss, don't be anxious. Come, have some tea and talk slowly."
The young woman took a deep breath, tried to regain her composure, and began to slowly narrate her experience.
"Immortal Wu, I have had a strange ability since I was a child. Sometimes I have a very special dream."
"When I was seven years old, I dreamed that I fell into the water. After I woke up, my parents told me that my sister had fallen into the pond because she was playing too much and drowned..."
"I thought it was just a coincidence, but when I was twelve, I dreamed of a fire again. After I woke up, the maid told me that while I was sleeping, my best friend's house had a fire... and he was burned to death!"
The young woman subconsciously clenched her fists and her face turned pale.
"Later, when I was fourteen, I dreamed of falling from the sky again. As a result... Dad told me that when Mom went to the Guanyin Temple on the mountain to pray for blessings, she accidentally slipped and fell off the cliff."
Li Daoxuan listened at the side, his expression gradually becoming solemn. If it was just one time, it would be normal, but he had dreamed about it repeatedly, so it was obviously not a coincidence.
"Immortal Wu, just now, I had that dream again. I dreamed that my neck was in great pain, as if it was pressed by a heavy object, and then with a snap, it just... broke!"
Li Daoxuan was stunned. Broken neck?
He remembered that Lou Xiaoyun said that the reason she came to Liling City was to deal with the case of the headless ghost seeking revenge.
As expected, the young woman said in fear: "Immortal Wu, recently in Liling City, there have been rumors of headless ghosts taking lives. I heard that those people died with their necks broken. Do you think my relatives will also be..."
She was so frightened that her body was shaking slightly.
The fortune teller smiled and said, "Don't panic, young lady. Let me read your palm first."
As he spoke, he held the young woman's hand, stretched out a finger and tapped her palm lightly, looking at her and pretending to be thinking.
Li Daoxuan's face turned black. It was obvious that this old charlatan wanted to take advantage of him!
No, where is my sword?
Just when he couldn't help but want to stop her, the fortune teller let go of the woman's hand, smiled faintly, and said, "I have checked it out, and the lady's relatives are fine."
Li Daoxuan was a little suspicious. According to what the woman said, one of her relatives must have met with an accident.
"Really?"
The woman looked at the fortune teller with hopeful eyes.
The fortune teller smiled and said, "It is absolutely true. If my prediction is correct, after you woke up from your dream, no one has sent you any bad news, and no one in the city has been killed, right?"
The woman nodded and admitted it. In fact, after she woke up from the dream, she quickly sent someone to inquire, but there was no bad news.
"Sir, you are a great fortune teller, but my father is not at home these days. He went to another state for business. I have written to him, but have not received a reply yet."
"Haha, your father is doing well. I earned 3,261 taels of silver on this trip. Your reply will arrive in two days."
The fortune teller talked freely and laughed.
Hearing this, the woman finally felt relieved and smiled with a look of relief.
"Miss, that so-called dream is just a coincidence. Don't take it seriously. Just do more good deeds and accumulate more merits in the future."
The woman stood up, bowed lightly, and presented twenty taels of silver.
"Thank you, sir!"
The maidservant beside her smiled and said, "Miss, Immortal Wu said that everything is fine. You should finally be relieved now."
She nodded, and then seemed to remember something, and said, "Today, Bailuzhai has received a new batch of antiques, calligraphy and paintings. I heard that there are Mr. Xijun's landscape paintings among them. Let's go there and take a look."
The maid smiled and said, "Miss, you still like Mr. Xijun's paintings so much..."
The two gradually walked away.
Li Daoxuan stared at the fortune teller and said, "You clearly know that her dream is not accidental, why do you still say that?"
The fortune teller glanced at him and said calmly, "Boy, I see you are also a cultivator. Which sect are you from? Why are you so unruly?"
As he spoke, he poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip.
"Longhu Mountain, Tianshi Dao."
puff!
The fortune teller spat out his tea and glared at him, "Longhu Mountain?"
Li Daoxuan smiled slightly, sat down and said: "You can tell fortunes, why don't you tell me when my uncle will pass away?"
The fortune teller put down his teacup and looked at his face carefully, not missing any details.
After a long while, he laughed heartily, his expression suddenly becoming much more friendly, and he said, "What a celestial being you are! It turns out you are Junior-Martial Nephew Taichong. I have heard about your deeds of slaying the dragon in Hongzhou. You really bring honor to your master!"
Don't hit a smiling person, Li Daoxuan could only bow reluctantly and said: "Taichong greets Uncle Master."
"Haha, I'm Fu Chunzi, my last name is Wu Dabao , you can just call me Uncle Dabao."
Wu Dabao patted Li Daoxuan on the shoulder and said with a smile, "My nephew, are you thinking about the fortune-telling just now?"
Li Daoxuan said seriously: "Uncle Master, why did you just -"
Wu Dabao sighed softly and waved his hand, saying, "Nephew, you will know the reason if you go to a place now."
"Where?"
"Bai Lu Zhai."
…
A moment later, Li Daoxuan arrived at the door of Bailuzhai.
There are already a lot of people gathered here, and even the police have arrived.
"Tsk tsk, another person being killed by the headless ghost!"
"I heard he's still very young, what a pity!"
"This Liling City is becoming more and more scary..."
Li Daoxuan squeezed into the crowd and saw a young man lying at the door of Bailuzhai. It was not appropriate to lie there because his neck was completely broken and was hanging on the ground like a stretched noodle.
A handsome face can be vaguely seen between his eyebrows, and he is holding a painting in his hand.
At this time Li Daoxuan turned his head and saw the fortune-teller there. There was a bit of pity in her eyes, and she looked for a while and then left.
A light bulb went off in Li Daoxuan's head and an idea came to his mind.
He quietly opened his third eye, took a look at the painting, his pupils trembled, and his heart was filled with waves, which took a long time to calm down.
The painting is signed by Xijun.
In other words, if nothing unexpected happens, the fortune-teller will come to Bailuzhai today, and because of this painting, she will come into contact with this young man, and their feelings may even grow stronger, and finally they will get married and become the most important people in each other's lives.
