Fish swimming around the world

"I'm disturbing the little Taoist's rest."

Sima Linfeng is now very respectful to the little Taoist. In his opinion, this is not only a magic weapon to improve his reputation, but also can point him out of confusion.

The little Taoist opened his eyes and looked at him: "You want to ask questions?"

Sima Linfeng hurriedly bowed his hands: "I have two more questions. I wonder if it's convenient to use them today?"

The little Taoist thought for a while: "Okay, but you are in a state of confusion, I'm afraid it won't work."

Sima Linfeng was shocked. Tian Mo's words just now did make his mind a little confused, but he didn't expect the little Taoist to see it.

"Yes, yes, the little Taoist has a clear eye."

"... Well, but you are anxious, I'm afraid you can't sleep if you don't ask, okay, just set up the incense table."

Sima Linfeng hurriedly took action after hearing this. After a while, he was ready. He kowtowed three times devoutly, and then asked questions.

Unexpectedly, this matter cost him three drops of blood, and he was very sad.

What he asked was: Which of my two nephews has the king's aura?

The young master closed his eyes and concentrated, with a red mark on his forehead.

After a long while, the young master stared at him strangely: "... If we talk about the king's aura, your second nephew is more powerful..."

Sima Linfeng sighed in his heart, Sima Jing still had to lose...

"But..." The young master changed the subject and looked at him with some doubt: "Your king's aura is stronger than both of them..."

Sima Linfeng was shocked for a moment, and then he was actually nervous and ecstatic.

"This... this, I am just the king's uncle, how could this happen..."

The young master shook his head: "I am just telling the truth, you have a lot of king's aura on your head, but unfortunately, it's a little crooked, I don't know what's going on."

A little crooked? Why is it crooked? Sima Linfeng was stunned, and suddenly he thought, in order to avoid taboos, he turned to pursue fame, is it crooked like this?

Sure enough, the little immortal said: "I've said before that you have a lot of literary spirit, but that is the transformation of the king's spirit. If you return to the right path... I'm afraid it will be more than literary spirit. You don't want to be the king, do you?"

Sima Linfeng was shocked and waved his hands: "No, I'm just concerned about my two nephews."

"Oh... so that's it." The little immortal didn't seem to think much about it, and looked at him: "You only have one question left."

Sima Linfeng nodded repeatedly: "I know. But what I asked just now... I hope the little immortal will keep it secret."

"I'm too lazy to meddle in other people's business. Okay, I'm going to practice."

Sima Linfeng then stood up and left.

After walking a long way, Sima Linfeng's expression gradually became extremely entangled...

The little immortal is not for everyone to see, everyone knows.

But this new stunning woman is too unlucky. She was rejected six times in a row and refused to accept gifts.

This made many people who gave gifts but didn't see the door feel more balanced, thinking that they at least had a chance. Look, aren't there people who couldn't even send gifts in?

Tian Mole was also surprised.

Is this little Taoist really good, or is he just pretending to be mysterious? Or is there something shameful?

Tian Mole felt that it was more likely that this person had something up his sleeve, which made her want to expose his tricks even more.

But the problem was that he couldn't get in. The little Taoist was very popular, and there were ten great Vajra guarding the door, so it was impossible to force his way in.

In the end, Tian Mole tried his best to get the three leaders to come forward and plead for him, and the little Taoist reluctantly agreed.

But he asked her to kowtow at least 9981 times, otherwise she would say that people with insincere hearts were afraid of not being able to see clearly.

Tian Mole almost cursed on the spot, but fortunately he suppressed it.

When I expose you, I will skin you alive.

Looking at the quirky but annoying little Taoist priest in front of her, she secretly gritted her teeth, but her face was full of smiles.

"Tian Mole, just do as I say."

The little Taoist waved his hand to let others go out, looked at her and said: "Let me make it clear first, even if you kowtow so many times, I can't say whether the Three Pure Ones will accept it. Don't blame me if you don't see it."

Tian Mole smiled and said: "Of course I dare not."

The little Taoist continued: "Don't be impatient, I haven't finished speaking. You know the rules, don't ask about the world's major events, one is that I am not cultivated enough, and the other is that you don't have so much blood and sweat. And don't ask about things that have nothing to do with you, it's useless to ask."

Tian Mole said: "I understand, so can we start?"

"Kowtow."

The little Taoist was not polite, sitting upright behind the incense table waiting to be kowtowed.

Tian Mole was so angry, he had lived to this age, but he actually had to kowtow 81 times to a 15 or 16-year-old little cow nose, no one else could do that.

But since she came in, the desire to expose the young Taoist priest has become stronger and stronger, and it is imperative.

Well, just think of it as kowtowing to the Three Pure Ones.

She thought to herself, and kowtowed.

The frustrated Tian Mole was only concerned with her anger and wanted to finish kowtowing quickly, but she didn't notice the playful look of the young Taoist priest.

It was not easy to finish the job, eighty-one kowtows, and she felt a little black in front of her eyes.

After calming down, she was about to speak, but she saw the little Taoist frowning and looking at her head: "You have a blood disaster..."

Damn it! A charlatan!

As soon as this sentence came out, Tian Mole was basically confirmed. Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly heard the little Taoist priest say: "No... It's not you, it's an important person around you. Could it be... you want to ask this?"

Tian Mole was stunned for a moment, her eyes flashed for a moment, and she slowly said: "Excuse me, little Taoist priest, one of my subordinates disappeared last month, I don't know where he is?"

"Blood, bloodletting."

Xiao Zhenren pointed at the big bowl in front of him and said.

Tian Mo cursed in her heart, but still dripped a drop of blood into it.

Soon she noticed that Xiao Zhenren's forehead began to show a red mark. According to others, this was a sign of the opening of the third eye.

Xiao Zhenren closed his eyes and muttered for a moment, then opened his eyes and said: "You are asking about an old man..."

Tian Mo was stunned. She knew about this person's affairs, but she just wanted to expose this person's deliberate inquiry. Unexpectedly, the other party was right as soon as he opened his mouth.

"...Dead, the luck has dissipated, and nothing else can be seen."

Tian Mo was really surprised. The man was indeed dead, and died in Jin State.

Little did she know that Xiao Zhenren also secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Damn it, my uncle is not here, and I am still worried about how to fool people. Fortunately, I let my master go into the ditch. I asked Sima Laoer to kill the old man...

Tian Mole was really confused at this time. No one knew about this matter. Besides herself, she was probably the only one who did it. Could it be that there is such a thing as supernatural power in the world?

Confused, the little immortal said: "There are two more questions. I can't read more."

Tian Mole's eyes moved slightly. She did have some ideas. She asked the questions that mattered to her. She thought about it and was about to speak. Unexpectedly, the little immortal looked at her with some regret: "Ask yourself, don't say I didn't remind you."