Chapter 49 Meet the Immortals of Heaven Again

"It's the word 'nai', isn't it?"

"Yes." Wen Renming said, "This word is difficult to break."

"It's not difficult. The fame you asked is a lack of pen and the word. You can't be a marquis for the rest of your life.

Zeng Jing, standing next to him, smiled and said, "It's purely a game. I'm edited by Chaozhong Hanlin Academy, but I don't believe your tricks. I'll make a word 'also'. You can have fun.

"This is a lifelong rubbing word. Without a horse, you can't 'run', and without water, you can't 'pool'. Although there is 'power' and 'walk', the world is full of nets, and you have no way out!"

Zeng Jing spewed out with a sip of wine: "This cow's nose is so naughty - if you can tell my family background, I will obey you!"

"You lost your father at the age of three and your mother at the age of seven." Wen Xiandao looked at Zeng Jing and said, "My aunt adopted you and wanted to force your student, so you fled home again. Your uncle wanted to swallow your property and drive you out, almost forcing you to commit suicide. Your aunt is very good to your dead mother. She can't bear to die from the Zeng family. She will give you private money to help you escape and go to the East China Sea to find Qinglongmen. You originally studied art in Qinglongmen, but you were driven out of the wall and had to abandon martial arts. You returned home to clean up your family business, welcome your aunt, and teach for a living. Later, you barely got a scholar and entered the current Hanlin Academy - what I said is a fallacy?

Zeng Jing first listened in a stunned manner. Later, she sat back on the stool with her legs softly, and her face was ashes. He muttered, "You are not a human, you are a ghost... In addition to being a saint, I can't believe you - you must have inquired about my tragic history of Zeng Jing..."

Wen Xian said with a smile, "It doesn't matter that the saint doesn't preach with ghosts and gods, it's not that the saint doesn't understand. Hundreds of millions of temples in the world, if there is no spiritual sound, who will believe him?

He turned his face and stared at an officer at the side table and said, "Brother, I haven't inquired about his 'trocious history', have I? - He also lost his mother at the age of seven, and his stepmother was bad. She instigated his father to drive him out of his home, wandered into the rivers and lakes, and then turned to the border of the desperate area of death. He was taken in by nobles. From fighting in the army to accumulating achievements to the fourth-grade general in the court - aren't you?"

"Yes!" The officer had been full of tears by Wen Xiandao and forgot his identity. He stood up and replied, "You are really a living immortal! My name is Huo Ying. I'm from Shazhou in the west. I'm impressed with you! Could you please indicate that my father is still alive?

Wen Xiandao casually replied, "Your father died of illness three years after you left, and your stepmother took your stepmother to marry another. Don't cry. This is an evil fate, and you don't want revenge. Your stepmother married to this family and was tortured. She was beaten almost every day. Someone has already vent her anger for you.

He turned his face and asked Zeng Jing, "Are you convinced? Your suffering is still behind. If you are willing to enter my door and be my disciple, I will use the five elements to reverse the big law to remove the haze clouds and bump the world for you, otherwise one day you will regret it!"

Zeng Jing's eyes were drunk, staring at the faint lights, and muttered, "I'm afraid you can't stop me from this side door. A gentleman knows his fate... He has no regrets even if he dies..."

Yunyi raised his eyes and saw that so many people were gradually confused by this inexplicable Taoist priest. One by one, they were eager to ask him to calculate their fate. They were about to get up and take the rosefinch girl back to the elegant room to settle down. When they heard that they were sitting at a table, someone suddenly shouted, "The immortal, would you like to come over and give me a look at this table?"

Wen Xiandao mumbled and drank a bowl of cow on his back, nodded calmly with a smile, came across the table, and pointed out to the group of drinkers one by one as he walked.

" Be kind-hearted. Two sons have died, don't you know how to be vigilant?

"Your door mountain is unfavorable, southwest, coming south, and your mother's illness will not heal itself..."

"Good people are good at practicing in public. You are blessed, and you can see your son and grandson go to the Dragon Gate.

"Heaven's blessing and good misfortune**, Zude was not thin, and it has been given to you. Those domestic slaves you raised will take your life one day..."

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As he spoke all the way, Wen Xiandao walked over and stood behind a person who looked like an eunuch, but he did not say anything for a moment, staring at the crowd and sighing in surprise, as if he was full of emotion.

Yun Yiyang looked at him coldly and said for a long time, "The volume of Daozang is as vast as a sea of smoke. It is not between your tongue. You are restless. You have entered the world with your skills and confuse the public. You have violated the power of heaven. If you don't restrain, I'm afraid there will be no way out.

"I learned to become a Taoist samadhi, and I was ordered by my teacher to come out of the mountain to help the world, and the world is also a practice of Taoism." Wen Xiandao was not in his hand and said with a smile, "There are thirty-three people in this restaurant. You all know each other and don't know each other, but there is no secret from me. I don't act against God, and God can't help me. Look--

He said that his fingers bounced like orchids, and five or six candles all over the building suddenly went out at the same time, and the upstairs was suddenly dark. People were stunned by his sudden show of this hand, and no one could speak. In the dark, they heard the voice of Wen Xiandao, as if from far away: "Isn't it too dark? Today is November 26th, and there should be no moon at this time. I borrowed a piece of light to accompany you with wine.

In surprise, the thick clouds outside have dispersed into lotus clouds. A bright moon flashed slightly hesitantly in the transparent pink lotus petals. The silver light fell in from the bright window in the south, and the building was full of pleasant moonlight.

"Is this what the 'channel' can do?" Wen Xiandao looked at the stunned palace eunuch opposite with satisfaction and said with a smile, "This building is set up for me. This snow is for me. Late at night, the moon is full of silver building. Everyone enjoys the snow scenery on winter night. This is a character for a while. God's will is God's will, and I'm just trying my best."

Yun Yiyang was quite disapproving. He knew that these were all small tricks, which were worthless in his eyes, so he snorted and sneered, "Are you the immortals of heaven and earth? Fooling the mortals here? I'm really interested in show off here!"

Wen Xiandao waved his hand, and the moon was already bright and dark. He actually bowed to Yun Yiyang and thank him, "This brother, how can you recognize my identity? I was originally a fairy in the heavenly world, and I was invited by the prince of the court, and I specially went down to the secular world. I am not unreasonable to break the law and do good deeds to help the world, but I am also a innocent person - this gentleman, did you just ask me to forgive you?

He turned his face to the old eunuch.

Hearing the words, the whole room was shocked. The immortals of heaven and the real immortals of heaven could not help but be stunned by how many shocks this would cause.

A table of the old eunuch was confused by his illusion. At this time, he thought that he had lost his temper and invited the fairy, because he nodded and said, "If you don't lie in front of the real person, most of the upstairs are people of the emperor. But you are the immortal of the upper world invited by Prince Yuan. Everyone is still a little estranged. Although your strength is extremely strong and my good or bad luck is unpredictable, but you are really afraid of you. The old eunuch, I am loyal and may not be afraid of death, so how about your identity?