"How did the master see it?"

Looking at the tall back in front of him, Chu Yimeng was very curious.

Zhang Daoran seemed to have eyes behind him and smiled: "Don't be curious. If you have experienced more things in the world, you can see through the truth at a glance. Who would spend money to buy a speaker for a real beggar?"

Pushing the speaker to beg is obviously a draw of attention, which is deliberate.

Even without the power of the heavenly eyes, Zhang Daoran would not believe such a person.

Although this world is different from the world in the previous life, it is roughly the same. People’s hearts are not as old as ever, and there are few people who make a fortune by deception?

“Compassion is for those in need…”

What Chu Yimeng experienced today made Chu Yimeng accumulate some experience in his ignorance: "Seeing is true, not necessarily true, and hearing is false, not necessarily false..."

Zhang Daoran seemed not to hear Chu Yimeng muttering, so he bought some candied haws. He flipped his palm and disappeared in the crowded crowd without anyone paying attention.

Chu Yimeng, who was following Zhang Daoran, had a strange look on her face, and she regained her innocence from the thoughts she had just seen the liar: "The master did not throw away the things he had bought, but used the magical power of Taoism to put them away... Just like Master Hengkong, Senior Brother and others, who have space magic weapons, can hold a lot of things."

"It turns out that the master lied to me..."

Chu Yimeng felt very sorry that the things she had not bought had been thrown away.

With his footsteps lighter, Chu Yimeng followed Zhang Daoran to a forest.

There are acrobatics, some singing, some shouting, some selling things, some promoting martial arts, and some showing off qigong... There are all kinds of things here, and there are many people in front of a stall.

Chu Yimeng took a look and found that this was a small stall, and the stall was specially designed for sun and rain.

"The last five hundred years are counted, and the next five hundred years are counted."

This is a fortune teller, and Chu Yimeng lost interest in an instant.

When it comes to fortune telling, who can compare to his master? With his master, nothing can be hidden. People can see through the past and future at a glance: "If one day the master really goes to tell fortunes to others, the business will definitely be good."

Chu Yimeng also knew that it was almost impossible to let his master set up a stall to tell fortunes. The master was a Taoist practitioner who was devoted to practicing Taoism and would not reveal the sky for money. Those who told fortunes here were just scammers, and few of them were really talented and learned.

"Fellow Taoist please stay..."

Suddenly, a sound came from the crowd surrounding him.

The crowd was separated, and an old Taoist priest who was nearly sixty years old walked out of the crowd.

The old Taoist priest walked out, and many people expressed dissatisfaction: "Master Taoist, you are counting for me, why don't you forget it? I gave the money..."

"It's...what is more important than making money? We all paid the money, don't leave on excuses..."

The old Taoist priest didn't care at all about what everyone was saying and continued to walk forward: "Fellow Daoist Zhang, please stay!"

Zhang Daoran, who was walking, stopped slightly and turned around.

Chu Yimeng also felt curious. Looking at the old Taoist priest, he realized that the old Taoist priest was not a real Taoist priest. His hair was very short and his Taoist robe was not very formal. Anyway, it was completely different from the Taoist robe on the island in the middle of the lake, and it felt a bit inconsistent.

The Taoist robes on the lake island are inside and out, and the Taoist robe is very pure. This old Taoist priest wears leather shoes, down jackets and trousers under the Taoist robe. It is obvious that he is selling dog meat with a sheep's head.

Zhang Daoran was also surprised. Along the way, Zhang Daoran did not activate the magical power of the heavenly eyes. He originally wanted to relax and activate the magical power of the heavenly eyes. At first glance, he looked full of good and bad luck, and he was afraid that he would be in trouble.

In the world, Zhang Daoran was only destined to be destined, so the magical power of the heavenly eyes was not activated.

This old Taoist priest was able to call out his surname directly. Zhang Daoran looked up and down at this old Taoist priest, but he had no impression.

"Fellow Taoist, are you calling me? "

Zhang Daoran asked softly with a calm expression.

The old Taoist priest also looked at Zhang Daoran up and down, his face as usual, but a trace of awe appeared deep in his eyes: "I am a man who practiced Taoism in Longhu Mountain, Liang Youyuan, Cuiyun Peak, paid homage to Zhang Zhenren..."

"Liang Youyuan?"

Zhang Daoran had no impression. Zhang Daoran guessed that when he was preaching in Longhu Mountain, Liang Youyuan might have seen him, so he could recognize him at a glance. Zhang Daoran had no interest in this cultivator, and why did the cultivator in Longhu Mountain come here to tell fortunes?

"Fellow Taoist calls me, what are you asking for advice?"

As a Taoist cultivator in the world, he is recognized as a saint. If the Taoist cultivator in front of him is a real Taoist cultivator, Zhang Daoran might still be interested in chatting with him. However, the Taoist cultivator in front of him is an ordinary old man or a Taoist priest in Huoju, Zhang Daoran was not interested in discussing Taoism with him.

The main purpose of practicing Taoists traveling around the world, meeting likes and discussing the great way together is to confirm what they have learned in their hearts, be able to find out the shortcomings, and be able to obtain inspiration from a certain field while exploring the Tao.

This is not because Zhang Daoran is arrogant or arrogant. As the saying goes, Taoism is different and does not plan for each other.

Liang Youyuan smiled bitterly. Faced with a saint-like existence like Zhang Daoran, Liang Youyuan was indeed because Zhang Daoran had seen Zhang Daoran when he was preaching in Longhu Mountain. Liang Youyuan could not be arrogant. An ordinary cultivator like him could make Zhang Daoran attach so much importance to him.

"Fellow Taoist... I came from Longhu Mountain and practiced Taoism for more than 40 years. I did not understand the way of heaven and did not know the Taoism. I studied the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams for decades and could calculate the past and future..." Liang Youyuan hesitated and finally gritted his teeth: "I dare not show my ugly face to Zhenren Zhang, but I also wanted to explain to Zhenren Zhang that I calculated the future..."

There were many people around. Although the lake center island was only a few dozen miles away from it, unlike the residents on the east coast, the residents here did not even know the lake center island. Therefore, they became very interested in the conversation between the two Taoist priests.

"Fellow Taoist..." Liang Youyuan gritted his teeth and said, "Fellow Taoist will have a bloody disaster in the future!"

"Wow!"

There was an uproar around. Zhang Daoran was very young, but he was dressed as a real Taoist priest. No matter how you look at it, Zhang Daoran was more credible than Liang Youyuan, the Huoju Taoist priest. But now, this fake Taoist priest is telling fortunes for a real Taoist priest...

"Is this Liang Youyuan better than this Zhenren Zhang?"

These people don’t know whether to count others or not. Even if they calculate the magical powers, they will not count themselves, and they will not be accurate even if they forget it. They only know that Zhang Daoran has a bloody disaster but has no premonition. Liang Youyuan can tell at a glance: “Really, false? Did he fool people?”

Obviously, Liang Youyuan’s identity as a Taoist priest, Huoju, is not enough to convince the people.

Chu Yimeng's face turned angry. Liang Youyuan is really showing off his skills. His master has great powers. I don't know what happened?

Or is this Taoist priest of Huoju deliberately showing off and cursing his master?

Just as he was about to speak, Zhang Daoran smiled indifferently: "Thank you to the Taoist fellow Taoist telling you, and then turn to Cuiyunfeng to tell Master Liang, saying that these people know what they know about, the second dragon of February raised their heads, and you can come to my Sanqing Temple..."
Chapter completed!