Chapter 70 Secret Room Adivination

In the Yijiao Qiankun Building, there are six, six or thirty-six secret rooms, each of which has its own mystery. The array of thirty-six stars is divided into the bottom of the Qiankun Building.

Zhang Jing was in one of the thirty-six secret rooms at this time. In front of him, the people of the forest altar have arrived together. In front of them is a white-haired, childish-faced old man. In front of the old man was a square table of mahogany with a small cup on it. Inside the cup are two yin and yang hexagrams for fortune-telling. The old man is frowning bitterly and wants to think about something.

Zhang Jing, Feng Tiancheng and others have great respect for this old man. Seeing that the old man was thinking, they stood aside. Although they all looked a little anxious, no one made a sound.

"Oh!" The old man first sighed, didn't say anything for a long time, and then there was a sigh: "Oh! This gossip..."

Zhang Jing tightened his heart and said quickly, "Your Honorable, please make it clear. This matter is very relevant, otherwise I dare not bother you.

The venerable man sighed again, and then waved his hand and said, "No! Do you have to go?"

"Why did the Venerable say this?" Everyone was shocked. This Yi Yao is one of the most mysterious people in the altar of Yijiao. Zhang Jing can't control them, but the old man said that he had to go, which means that there are still people on the altar?

"Kid, your name is Zhang Jing, right?" The venerable Yi Yao spoke rudely, but Zhang Jing did not dare to neglect and nodded repeatedly. When Venerable Yi Yao saw it, he continued to say, "When you go, your soul will be destroyed, and you will die without life!"

Everyone was secretly surprised when they heard the words. Zhang Jing opened his eyes wide and had all kinds of flavors in his heart.

"This is the hexagram of 'the sixth day of the first lunar month: the child's view, the villain has no blame, the gentleman is stingy', the elephant said: the sixth day of the child's view, the little humane. It means that the villain is in charge and prevents you from living. The Venerable Yi Yao and the other came out, but he suddenly trembled all over, as if he were in unbearable pain.

"The Venerable!" Zhang Jing knew that the Venerable Yi Yao had leaked too much secrets and cut off his longevity. If it hadn't been for the reputation of the right path, he wouldn't have asked the venerable to come out of the mountain to tell fortunes.

"Nothing, nothing." Venerable Yi Yao smiled bitterly and sighed, "Over the years, I have been tired of living. Zhang Jing has suffered from this matter.

"Over the years, we have seen your hardships in our eyes. Now it's really a little sorry to let you die again. The old man has a bone. Anyway, he can see through the sky, which is not in vain for his life. In that case, I'll go first."

After saying that, the Venerable Yi Yao opened his wide white robe and revealed his Dharma body. Everyone was stunned and speechless, and they saw large and small yellow sores in the scars on his body. Some have formed a scab, and some are still flowing yellow pus, which is very scary.

At this moment, more than a dozen small pus grew on his body, which grew bigger and bigger. Finally, it broke open and flowed out sticky pus. In the pus this time, there is a trace of blood red blood...

"My deadline has arrived. I'll wait for you there first. Zhang Jing, you should know that the hardships of this life will become the road in the next life. Venerable Yi Yao smiled, although he slowly lowered his head.

Zhang Jing quickly stepped forward a few steps, explored the inner breath of the venerable, made sure that he had passed away, and immediately sighed. It's really fate that a generation of fortune-tellers die so inexplicably.

"Master, what should I do?" Feng Tiancheng is not cynical, but looks sad. Indeed, he and Zhang Jing and Meng Yu have been practicing under the master since childhood, and their friendship is naturally excellent, even if...

"What else can I do?" Zhang Jing was stunned and calm: "Of course, it's a testimony."

"Brother! I won't let you die!" Meng Yu was a little choked. She had been in love with this man who was cold and hot for her since she was a child. Seeing that he was going to die, he naturally couldn't bear it.

"Ha ha, without my eldest brother, isn't there your second brother?"

"I..." Meng Yu first wanted to refute, but he glanced at Feng Tiancheng's handsome face and quickly swallowed his words back.

Zhang Jing saw these scenes in his eyes. He is not an idiot. How can he not know what Meng Yu cares about him? But he already has only Mu Guizhi in his heart. For Meng Yu, he only has sister-like love.

"Can you promise me two things?" Zhang Jing looked at the people in the whole forest altar. These brothers, who had called him the patriarch in the past, nodded with tears in their eyes: "One is to take good care of Zhang Zixuan. The predecessors of the altar have long recognized his position as the leader, so you just need to assist him with all your heart. Second, my wife Mu Guizhi will fight with me. No matter what happens in the end, she will definitely go with me. Therefore, please bury my body with her, which is not the same day as life, and death at the same time.

After Zhang Jing said this, the secret room was already full of sadness. Zhang Jing was calm, and he began to understand the meaning of "Tao". However, it's really a little late.

He gave up the crowd and went out. When he came to the door, he suddenly stopped, but did not look back: "Refining the Venerable's Dharma body into flying ashes, and then the wind scattered outside Yijiao. He has devoted too much and shouldered too much for Yijiao in his life. I think he can live a little better after he dies.

After saying this, he resolutely walked out. But I didn't see that a few tears slowly fell from the corners of the eyes of the venerable Yi Yi, who had already passed away.

In Zhangzhou City, the flowers are blooming and lively.

Speaking of which, Zhangzhou does not have Yongle's steel specialty, and without Beijing's political advantage, it can also develop so prosperously. It's all due to the Xianle Mansion in Zhangzhou City.

How to pronounce the word "Le" in Xianle Mansion is a mystery, and even the people in Xianle Mansion don't know it. In the middle of the night in the Xianle Mansion, the singers and dancers are like nine-day fairies, which are beautiful. According to reason, this word should be read as "music" as "music".

However, there are too many things to have fun in the Xianle Mansion, which makes many prodigal sons and princes of the world linger. Especially every four seasons, there will be a program to compete for the flower leader. Whoever pays more money will get the bonus of the flower leader of Xianle Mansion. Therefore, the "play" nature of Xianlefu is also quite serious.

However, most of the people who enter Xianle Mansion are for fun, and naturally they will not stick to the pronunciation of one or two words.

A white dress is better than a proud cold plum, and two beautiful eyebrows are like a steel knife. Such a person sat on the table with an obscene smile. Five beautiful women in the same white clothes are dancing. On both sides are large bamboo hanging curtains, and it is faintly visible that there are several elegant women playing music, and their fingers are also dancing fast.

The man in white on the stage laughed while drinking and watching the dancing beauty under the stage. Occasionally, there was a trace of light in his eyes, as if he could see through everything.

Every time the singers see the eyes of the people in white, they have an inexplicable chill. They always feel that the eyes can see through their clothes. In his eyes, they are **.

"Ouch! Uncle!" A woman in luxurious clothes slowly walked to the man in white and whispered in his ear, "Son, the battle for the flower leader is about to begin. Why don't you try it?"

The man in white was interrupted by the woman's interest in enjoying the dance, and he was first a little unhappy. But when I saw the woman's face full of heavy makeup, it was about 30 years old, and it was still a little beautiful. Her eyes were evil, and she saw that in her big open collar, two ball-like jade peaks were about to come out, so she changed into a smiling face.

He pulled the woman into his arms and reached out to attack his chest. The woman's expression changed. She looked up and saw the beautiful face of the man in white, so she fell into his arms and let his big hands grope randomly. As soon as the man in white saw this situation, he was even more happy. He put his whole right hand into the woman's collar and kneaded the smooth and soft jade peak.

The woman gasped and looked up with charming eyes, but saw that the man in white's whole head came down, as if he wanted to ask for a kiss. She quickly turned her head and advised, "Son, that Hua Kui is younger and more beautiful than the slave family! It is said that the figure is still very hot.

"Oh? Is there such a thing?" As soon as the man in white heard the spirit, he quickly picked her up and stood up: "Then I want to see who this Hua Kui is. Hahahaha."

After saying that, he put down a pile of silver bills on the table, then pulled out a few thousand taels of silver bills from his pocket, then stuffed them into the woman's collar, and pinched the snow-like delicate skin on her chest.

The woman gave him an angry look and then led him out. Seeing that they were far away, the singers gathered at the table with silver tickets.

"Ah! Here are all 1,000 taels of Yijiao silver tickets!" A singer who sounded like an erygly on the tree in spring, grew up and shouted in surprise.

The five singers stood beside in amazement and didn't come to their senses for a long time.

The man in white is Zhang Zixuan, who has been missing for several days.