I control the world with magic

In the suburbs of Xingcheng, far away from the hustle and bustle, an ancient Taoist temple stands quietly.

The vermilion gate is very new, the green tiles are stacked, and the auspicious beast sculptures on the roof ridge stand upright, as if it was built not long ago.

Above the gate hangs an ancient plaque with four big characters on it: Changsheng Taoist Temple

Sikong Zhen and Mu Lingxi stepped into Changsheng Taoist Temple and walked on the bluestone slabs in the courtyard. A handsome Taoist priest was sitting lazily at the stone table playing with his mobile phone. He seemed to have seen something beautiful, and kept making a laugh that all men understand, so that the people who came to the Taoist temple didn't pay attention.

Mu Lingxi stepped forward: "Master, is Master Xuanqing here?"

Jun Wushang was startled, as if he was caught in bed. He hurriedly locked the screen of his mobile phone, then raised his head, and then he was stunned.

He stared blankly at Mu Lingxi in front of him, wearing a black tight leather jacket and long boots, outlining her graceful figure and slender legs.

Mu Lingxi's expression remained unchanged, and she continued to ask: "Excuse me, is Taoist Xuanqing here?"

Jun Wushang came back to his senses and nodded like a chicken eating rice: "Yes, yes, the master is in the hall."

Mu Lingxi nodded, and then walked towards the hall with Sikong Zhen.

Jun Wushang's eyes were almost popped out, and he kept scanning the other party's slender and straight legs: "My God, these legs are even more upright than my character."

Sikong Zhen and the others walked into the hall, and what they saw was an ancient and grand altar, which almost occupied one-fifth of the hall. It was just strange that on such a large altar was a miniature statue of a god less than 20 cm tall. The statue was in human form, made of clay, and painted with inferior oil paint. Many places had already cracked.

Next to the altar, an old Taoist priest with a head full of white hair sat cross-legged in front of the statue with his back to the two of them, as if in a trance. Two wisps of green smoke rose in front of him, curling and spreading, adding a bit of ethereal feeling.

"Master Xuanqing, it has been five years since we last met in the imperial capital." Sikong Zhen laughed loudly, as if he had met an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

The Taoist priest Xuanqing, who looked like a Taoist priest, slowly turned around, revealing a face full of age spots: "It turns out to be Mr. Sikong, I, Xuanqing, am honored."

Sikong Zhen and the others looked at Xuanqing, who seemed like a Taoist master, with strange expressions on their faces.

Taoist Xuanqing noticed the gazes of the two people, and wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth with his wide Taoist robe, as if nothing had happened, and said in a mysterious way: "I don't know why Mr. Sikong came here this time? If you want to persuade me to return to the imperial capital, don't waste your breath.

I have believed in the Immortal Lord all my life, and I am determined to travel around the world and strengthen the Immortal Taoism. I can't stay in one place."

Sikong Zhen seemed to have expected Taoist Xuanqing to say this, and didn't care, but went straight to the point: "Master, you misunderstood. I came here mainly to ask you to help me with a divination. I believe you have heard that an organization called the Seven Deadly Sins appeared in Xingcheng not long ago. , the head of the seven deadly sins, arrogance, even killed an imperial noble in public.

This incident angered the entire Chiyan Empire, so I was sent here to investigate. Now the case has reached a bottleneck, so I would like to ask the Taoist priest for help. "

Faced with the request of a golden strongman, Taoist priest Xuanqing shook his head unexpectedly: "I stopped fortune-telling for people many years ago, so please go back."

Mu Lingxi frowned slightly: "Taoist priest Xuanqing, the seven deadly sins are extremely heinous, and the royal family has issued a death order to bring them to justice. Please help me. "

It is a heinous crime and it is also the royal family. She directly brought out the two mountains of morality and imperial power to put pressure on Xuanqing.

Taoist Xuanqing remained calm and asked, "Lady, how old do you think I am?"

Mu Lingxi was a little confused, but still answered, "Looking at your face, I think I should be 80 years old."

Taoist Xuanqing stroked his gray beard and smiled, "Old."

"70?"

Taoist Xuanqing smiled and shook his head.

Mu Lingxi raised her eyebrows, "60?" She didn't expect Taoist Xuanqing to look so old. She just said 80 was an understatement. Judging from his face, people would believe him if he said he was 100.

Unexpectedly, Taoist Xuanqing continued to shake his head: "It's still too high."

Mu Lingxi was a little surprised: "50?"

"49." Taoist Xuanqing reported his age. Seeing the suspicion on Mu Lingxi's face, he explained: "Fortune-telling is to reveal the secrets of heaven, which will shorten one's life. I am the best example. I am only 49 years old, but I act like a centenarian. So it's not that I don't want to help you, but I am willing but unable."

"This..." Mu Lingxi didn't know what to say for a moment.You can't let people risk their lives to tell fortunes, right? Although she has never met Taoist Xuanqing, she has heard the legend of this strange man in the imperial capital. He can be summoned by the royal family and is sought after by countless nobles. Such a person will not be afraid of threats.

Sikong Zhen seemed to be used to it and said directly: "Master, please name a price."

Taoist Xuanqing immediately showed agility that was not suitable for his age and quickly stretched out a finger: "One hundred million."

Mu Lingxi: "......."

Sikong Zhen nodded calmly: "Okay."

"I haven't finished speaking yet. One hundred million plus a piece of extraordinary material - Eight-leaf Fenglan. Pay first and then deliver. In addition, if you can't calculate it, the money will not be refunded." Taoist Xuanqing said a series of requirements like a string of cannonballs.

Mu Lingxi: "......."

If it weren't for the certification of Sikong Zhen, a golden strongman, she really suspected that Taoist Xuanqing in front of her was a liar.

"Okay, I'll go back and prepare. I'll come with the money and the Eight-Leafed Orchid at this time tomorrow. I'll trouble you, Taoist priest." Sikong Zhen said calmly, and then left with Mu Lingxi.

As soon as they left the Taoist temple, Mu Lingxi couldn't help asking, "Master Sikong, isn't one hundred million too much? And the Eight-Leafed Orchid is also very rare..."

"If you hadn't said before that the royal family had issued a death order, perhaps ten million would be enough."

Mu Lingxi was speechless again. She couldn't remember how many times she was speechless. It turned out that this damn old Taoist priest was still asking for a higher price. The more anxious you were, the higher his price would be.

"As long as we can catch the seven deadly sins, any little effort is worth it. By the way, let the General Administration of Law Enforcement reimburse this money, so let's say two hundred million." Sikong Zhen said lightly, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

Mu Lingxi: "..."