Chapter 441: The Taoist Temple Calculates Marriage, One Word Overwhelms the Ghosts and Gods
Li Daoxuan had previously sent out many incarnations to look for Changle, but until the incarnations' magic power was exhausted, they were unable to find any trace of Changle.
When he was talking to Xuanzang just now, the ease and carefreeness he showed were all fake. He just didn't want him to worry about him.
In fact, his founding disciple, who was also the emperor's daughter, had met with an accident and disappeared without a trace. This could not help but make him worried.
Li Daoxuan still cares and loves the little girl who always makes nectar cakes for him and smiles happily when she sees him. If she encounters an accident because of him, he will definitely feel guilty.
This is also the reason why he brought Xiaotian here. A dog's nose is very sensitive and very good at tracking smells. According to the legend, Erlang Shen's Xiaotian Dog can "track across thousands of miles without limit of heaven and earth". Within the Three Realms, no smell can escape its nose!
This dog demon is also called Xiaotian. Although he cannot reach that level, he may be able to provide clues.
Xiaotian naturally took the Immortal Master's instructions very seriously. He ran around the room, sniffing everywhere. After confirming Changle's scent, he walked out of the room and took a deep breath.
In an instant, countless smells exploded in its nostrils.
The smell of powder, grass, food, feces, urine, stinky feet, the peculiar smell of eunuchs...
vomit!
It opened its mouth and retched, obviously feeling badly smoked.
A dog's nose has always been sensitive, and after becoming a demon, its sense of smell is greatly enhanced. If it is the smell of grass or trees, it would be fine, but even the stench will be magnified countless times in its nose. Under the impact, the aftereffects can be imagined.
The seemingly magnificent Taiji Palace, in Xiaotian's nose, was like a big dye vat full of filth.
After a while, Xiaotian finally recovered.
"Woof—ooh, this is really powerful!"
Xiaotian was still frightened. After becoming a dog demon, in order to avoid being suffocated to death, he usually closed a part of his sense of smell automatically, and would only open it when needed.
"Did you find it?"
Li Daoxuan asked.
Xiaotian smiled confidently, wagging his tail quickly, and said, "Master, rest assured. I dare not say anything else, but when it comes to smell, absolutely no one can escape my dog nose!"
It proudly stepped on its short legs and ran in a certain direction.
"Master, hurry up and catch up!"
Li Daoxuan smiled slightly. He didn't expect that the dog demon he had casually enlightened in the past could actually be of great help today. It really is true that good deeds will be rewarded.
…
A moment later, the man and the dog had left Chang'an City and arrived at Shenheyuan, Ziwu Town.
Although this place is still within the scope of Chang'an, it is very far away from the city. Moreover, the terrain is relatively remote and there are not many people. Compared with the prosperity of Chang'an, it is simply two different worlds.
Li Daoxuan saw that most of the people here were elderly people, or middle-aged people with haggard faces, working in the fields with their children. There were very few young people.
Young and middle-aged people are often attracted to the prosperous Chang'an, and those with means will try their best to live in the city. Over time, this place will naturally become more and more decadent.
Children of poor families have to grow up early. Li Daoxuan saw that some children had already gone to work in the fields. They were waving sickles that were almost bigger than themselves with their skinny bodies, cutting weeds in the fields and putting them into bamboo baskets behind them to feed the cows when they got home.
This is not an exception, but the majority. There are many children in other fields as well.
Unlike later generations, the poorer the ancients were, the more they liked to have children, because the more children they had, the higher the chance that one of them would survive and grow up, and the greater the chance that they would become part of the labor force.
At the age of seven or eight, they have to learn to work in the fields.
When seeing Li Daoxuan in gorgeous clothes, many children showed fear and curiosity in their eyes. They looked at the clothes that were whiter than snow and softer than clouds with envy.
Their own clothes were all coarse linen, and many of them were ill-fitting and very loose. They were either their older brothers or sisters' or their parents' hand-me-down clothes.
Don’t say that farmers don’t read, a piece of clothing can be passed down for three generations.
"Woof woof, Master, we're here!"
Xiaotian stopped outside a Taoist temple in the south of Ziwu Town. The place was not big, but there were a lot of people queuing up. And judging from their clothes, they were not ordinary people. They were dressed in gorgeous clothes, which formed a sharp contrast with the people in the fields before.
Obviously, these are wealthy people from all over the place who have come here specially.
"Qingyun Temple."
Li Daoxuan whispered the name of the Taoist temple, and his heart moved. This small Taoist temple must have something magical, otherwise how could it attract so many rich people?
Xiaotian transmitted the message: "Master, the scent of that little girl disappeared in this Taoist temple!"
Li Daoxuan nodded, and calmly performed the art of transformation, transforming into a young man in brocade clothes holding a jade fan, with an elegant demeanor and a graceful temperament.
"My dear brother, I am Yan Chixia, a scholar from the Imperial College. I am here to have fun. I see so many people here. What is there to do?"
He greeted a young man in Chinese clothes and tried to get some information.
The man didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but when he heard the three words "Imperial College", he thought about it and decided to establish a good relationship with him.
"This Taoist temple is very famous. There is a living immortal inside who is the best at fortune-telling. His predictions are always accurate. Although the divination fee is a bit expensive, his predictions are thorough and accurate, which is why so many people come here to wait."
After a pause, he continued, "It's strange to say, this Taoist temple was originally unknown and was said to be on the verge of ruin. But the temple master Qingyunzi suddenly became enlightened and received magic from an immortal. His calculations were all effective, and that's how Qingyun Temple came back to life!"
Li Daoxuan's mind moved. The art of divination and fortune-telling is profound and has different branches.
For example, Li Chunfeng is good at observing qi, Yuan Tiangang is good at feeling bones, and his uncle Wu Dabao is good at reading palms. The art of fortune-telling is also a branch of it, belonging to the "divination" category among mountain, medicine, fate, divination, physiognomy, and mystery.
If you are not a scammer, this line of work requires a lot of talent. It is difficult for people without talent to master it.
Take Li Daoxuan for example. His current level of Taoism is already sufficient, but if he were to learn the art of fortune-telling and divination, without cheating, it would probably take him a long time to get started.
Therefore, most of the claims of sudden enlightenment or immortals passing on their teachings are lies.
Li Daoxuan had a vague feeling that Changle's disappearance might be related to Qingyunzi. In order not to alert the enemy, he decided to queue up to have his fortune told.
This wait lasted half an hour.
Li Daoxuan finally met Qing Yunzi.
The other person had a snow-white beard and was wearing a purple Taoist robe. He really looked like an immortal with the temperament of a master. When he saw the brocade clothes on Li Daoxuan and the jade fan in his hand, he smiled slightly.
"Sir, what do you want to do here?"
Li Daoxuan looked at Qing Yunzi. Although the other party had grasped his temperament very well, he still couldn't hide it from his eyes.
This person only has a weak magic power, not even the initial stage of fasting. He can only be regarded as a half-baked sorcerer. Let alone fortune-telling , it would be difficult for him to even deal with an ordinary evil ghost.
People like this are actually the majority.
Ninety-nine percent of the people in this world do not have the qualifications to practice cultivation. Their spirituality is stagnant, their roots are polluted, and their practice is ineffective with half the effort. For every one step others take, they take a hundred steps.
This Qing Yunzi is such a case. He has practiced cultivation for a lifetime, but is still addicted to wine, sex, money and power. He looks elegant on the outside, but in fact he is fat and corrupt.
"Calculate marriage fate."
Li Daoxuan pretended to be elegant and handsome, fanning his hair with a jade fan, looking like a handsome young man.
Qing Yunzi smiled slightly, pointed to the white paper and brush on the table, and said, "Then please write a word at random. It's best to write the first word that comes to your mind when you think of marriage ."
Li Daoxuan was a little surprised and asked, "Aren't you going to tell me the price first?"
Qing Yunzi smiled and said, "I am a person from the secular world. I don't value money very much. I am here to tell fortunes just to repay the favors I owed in my previous life. When the karma is repaid, I can ascend to heaven and join the ranks of immortals."
"In the previous life?"
"Yes, in my previous life, I was Zhang Daoling, the founder of Longhu Mountain. The Li Daoxuan who killed the evil Buddha some time ago can be considered my disciple. Now I have reincarnated to practice, and once I succeed, I can ascend to heaven right away!"
"My dear, the fact that you can come here means that you and I have a karmic relationship in the previous life. Since there is a karmic relationship, the amount of money is naturally not important."
Li Daoxuan's expression suddenly became strange.
Are all charlatans so bold these days?
This person is well versed in the essence of deception and knows that free things are the most expensive.
Seeing Li Daoxuan's expression, Qing Yunzi smiled faintly and was not panicked. He had used this set of rhetoric many times. People who came for the first time generally would not believe it easily.
But once he really figures out the other party's life experience and secrets, the other party will immediately believe it. At that time, he only needs to make up a disaster, and the other party will be so terrified that he will not hesitate to spend all his money.
Li Daoxuan didn't say anything. He picked up the brush and wrote a word on the white paper - Qing.
The handwriting is elegant and flowing, like flowing clouds and running water.
Qing Yunzi smiled and said, "Please wait a moment, my cultivation method is quite special. I need to go to the secret room alone to calculate. No outsiders are allowed to disturb me. Otherwise, it may bring disaster to you."
After saying this, he took the piece of paper and walked towards the secret room at the back, closed and locked the door, and drew a curtain to block out any prying eyes.
Li Daoxuan sneered and silently opened the third eye between his eyebrows.
…
In the secret room, Qing Yunzi took the paper with the word "Qing" written on it and came to a wardrobe that looked very old and shabby.
I don't know what material the wardrobe was made of. There were bloody mold spots on it. Its shape was very strange, like an upright coffin tightly wrapped with a dozen plumb lines.
These ink lines were tied by Qing Yunzi himself and soaked in tea and rice water, which has the effect of suppressing ghosts and warding off evil spirits.
“Boom boom!”
Qing Yunzi knocked gently on the closet door.
The next moment, a terrifying scene appeared. The door of the wardrobe opened a little, and when I looked inside, I felt it was extremely dark and deep, with an inexplicable chill.
Qing Yunzi stuffed the paper in his hand through the gap.
In an instant, suction was created and the paper in Qing Yunzi's hand was pulled in by some force, as if there was someone .
Then the wardrobe closed tightly.
Qing Yunzi breathed a sigh of relief. Even though he had cooperated with the ghost in the cabinet many times, he still felt a chill on his back every time he came into contact with it.
Not long after, the wardrobe began to tremble slightly and blood flowed out from the cracks.
Qing Yunzi was not afraid. He knew that it was the ghost hidden in the closet that was calculating that person's marriage fate. The blood and vibration were normal manifestations.
He obtained this wardrobe by chance and discovered that there was some kind of ghost hidden in it, which could calculate yin and yang and predict the future through handwriting. So he used the power of this ghost and made up a lie that he was the reincarnation of a god.
Sure enough, within half a year, he became famous and earned a lot of wealth!
Of course, driving ghosts is not without cost, but compared with the gains, that cost is nothing to Qing Yunzi.
As time passed, Qing Yunzi gradually realized that something was wrong. According to past experience, the ghost in the cabinet should have calculated the other party's fate and then told him with blood.
But at this moment, the wardrobe was shaking louder and louder, and blood was constantly oozing out from the bottom, but no words could be formed.
roar!
Suddenly, a sharp and shrill cry came from the closet. The invisible sound waves caused cracks in the surrounding porcelain bottles and made Qing Yunzi groan in pain. His eardrums seemed to be pierced by silver needles and blood flowed out.
He was shocked and frightened, not knowing what was going on.
When this ghost was asked to tell fortunes before, it would have different reactions to different people, but at most the amplitude of the vibration would be slightly larger and the time taken would be slightly longer. It had never had such a drastic reaction.
It seemed that the words on the paper touched some kind of taboo, causing the ghost in the closet to suffer an extremely severe backlash.
Snap!
The mold-covered wardrobe seemed unable to bear the weight and cracks appeared on it. What was even more strange was that streams of blood oozed out of the cracks, as if it was not just a wardrobe, but a life.
The blood had already flowed over Qing Yunzi's ankles. He was in a panic and turned around to escape.
However, with a bang, the wardrobe suddenly opened. The ink line wrapped outside had no effect at all. A pair of dry and slender green arms stretched out from the wardrobe, grabbed Qing Yunzi's ankles, and quickly pulled him in.
In the blink of an eye, most of Qing Yunzi's body was inside. He grabbed both ends of the wardrobe with his hands and struggled desperately.
"Help!"
He shouted desperately.
It seemed as if God heard his cry for help, and a miracle really happened.
The locked door was suddenly pushed open, and a handsome young man dressed in brocade clothes, with his hair tied up with a silver crown and holding a jade fan walked in. He looked calm and took a step forward.
The next moment, the blood under his feet automatically dispersed, revealing the clean ground.
A sharp voice was heard faintly in the void. It seemed fierce, but in fact it revealed panic and fear.
The wardrobe, already stained with blood, began to tremble even more violently.
“Save me!!!”
Qing Yunzi's hands, which were holding the cabinet door, had begun to tremble, veins bulged, and it seemed that he could not hold on any longer.
Li Daoxuan glanced at him and then stepped forward.
Every time he took a step, the blood around him would automatically disperse, as if an immortal was traveling, immune to all evil, with lotus flowers blooming with every step!
Seeing this scene, Qing Yunzi knew that he had met a master, and he quickly shouted for help to Li Daoxuan.
Li Daoxuan walked up to him, restored his original appearance, looked down at him, and said calmly: "Aren't you the reincarnation of my ancestor? Why do you need me, your disciple, to save you?"
Qing Yunzi was shocked. Only then did he realize that he had actually met Master Li. He felt ashamed but also felt hopeful.
"I was wrong, I'm a liar, what I said before was all nonsense, please help me!"
Li Daoxuan sighed and said, "If I had known this would happen, I would not have done it in the first place. If I guess correctly, you should have fed this ghost with living people, and more than once."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qing Yunzi finally couldn't hold on any longer and was dragged into the closet.
Bang! Bang!
There was a knocking sound coming from inside the closet, but soon the sound became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared completely.
The wardrobe returned to calm again. After swallowing a person, the cracks on it seemed to have become much less, and the blood on the ground quickly shrank back.
Li Daoxuan looked at it quietly with an indifferent expression, and a little golden light flashed in the third eye between his eyebrows.
"Now, I ask, and you answer."
