I control the world with magic

"Master! Master! Who was that girl just now? What did she want to see you for?" Jun Wushang rushed into the hall impatiently.

Taoist Xuanqing glanced at him and said calmly: "Of course she came here because of her reputation."

"Master, just brag. Changsheng Taoist Temple has been open in Xingcheng for almost a year. This is the first time that a customer has come here because of her reputation?"

"You know shit. Didn't I tell you a long time ago that when I was a big shot in the imperial capital, even the royal family had to call me Taoist respectfully when they saw me, and the nobles below were even trying their best to see me..."

"Yes, yes, Master, you are the best at bragging." Jun Wushang's ears were obviously callused by these words.

"Evil disciple!" Taoist Xuanqing was furious: "I was thinking of asking for a set of extraordinary materials for [Sword Heart Clear] for you, but you dared to doubt me, you are really asking for a beating!"

Taoist Xuanqing kicked Jun Wushang on the buttocks and sent him flying against the wall.

"Ouch!" Jun Wushang rubbed his buttocks, his face full of anger: "You are so good, Lao Deng, you just started to fight when your arrogance was exposed, right? You can make lunch today by yourself, I won't serve you anymore."

Facing Jun Wushang's threat, Taoist Xuanqing casually tugged at his sleeves, and then threw out a 100-yuan coin: "Disciple, people can't get along with money just for the sake of anger, right?"

Jun Wushang looked at the 100-yuan bill on the ground with disdain: "Do you think I am still as easy to cheat as before? One hundred yuan can provide you with four dishes and one soup a week? Let me tell you, I have joined the Bronze Coffin Company and am deeply appreciated by the boss. Even the director of the Bronze Coffin is on good terms with me. Do you know how much salary I get a month?"

Swish!

Taoist Xuanqing threw out another hundred-yuan bill: "Two hundred, no more."

Jun Wushang was furious, feeling that his dignity was trampled upon: "Three hundred! Not a dollar less!"

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The next day, Sikong Zhen and Mu Lingxi came again, bringing a bank card and an orchid with eight leaves like sharp blades, each leaf flashing with cold light, as if it could cut through steel.

Taoist Xuanqing's old face smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum, and he warmly welcomed the two in, and even provided tea, which was the service after payment.

"Master Xuanqing, thank you for your trouble." Sikong Zhen said lightly.

Taoist Xuanqing waved his hands repeatedly, with a serious face: "Hey, no trouble, no trouble, I can share the worries of the empire even if I live a few years less, what's the harm?"

Sikong Zhen didn't care about the other party's change of face, he just wanted the result.

Taoist Xuanqing began to bathe and burn incense. He first went back to his room to take a bath for an hour, then changed into a clean Taoist robe, put on a black Taoist hat, and respectfully lit three incense sticks for the miniature statue of Changsheng Tianzun. With the light smoke rising, he began to tell fortunes.

An ancient copper coin sword appeared in his hand, and he chanted an unknown spell. His figure moved with the wind. While dancing with the sword, he took out a stack of yellow talisman paper from his arms and sprinkled it into the air.

Mu Lingxi frowned at this operation of the charlatan. This can no longer be said to be a charlatan. It is simply a charlatan. She even suspected that Taoist Xuanqing learned the fortune-telling method from some garbage TV dramas, which is exactly the same.

Is it time to spit fire next?

As expected, Taoist Xuanqing took out the red gourd from his waist, drank a sip, and then sprayed it at the candles placed on the wooden table. Boom!

A large ball of flames appeared, scorching the surrounding air. Some of the falling yellow talisman papers were ignited when they encountered the flames. The scene looked quite spectacular.

It was just a coincidence that, accompanied by the breeze, a piece of ignited yellow talisman paper fell on the head of the statue of Changsheng Tianzun.

"My God, Tianzun!" Taoist Xuanqing's face changed drastically, and he rushed to put out the fire for Changsheng Tianzun. The fire was quickly put out, but Changsheng Tianzun also became dusty.

"Don't blame Tianzun, don't blame Tianzun." He wiped the statue of Tianzun with his sleeves nervously, wiping for a long time, and even wiped off a piece of red paint from the statue.

"Ah!? Tianzun, no no no, don't let the paint fall off, old man."

Mu Lingxi was completely speechless. She looked at Sikong Zhen and found that under his calm face, the corners of his mouth were twitching.

"Master, haven't you calculated it yet?" She couldn't help but urge him.

As a result, he was met with a cold stare from Taoist Xuanqing: "Why are you arguing? Can't you see that the Heavenly Lord is angry?"

He repainted and kowtowed three times and nine times, and after half an hour of hard work, he finally got back on track.

Taoist Xuanqing knelt in front of the Heavenly Lord of Immortality, bit his finger, and dripped a drop of blood on the statue: "Disciple Xuanqing, respectfully invite the Heavenly Lord to display his magical powers!"

Swish!

The statue of the Heavenly Lord of Immortality suddenly burst into a strange sound.Green light, like a projection, formed in the air, and the image trembled like water waves, gradually becoming clearer.

Mu Lingxi was stunned. So this is the so-called fortune-telling, which is to ask the statue to perform magical powers? Then what were you doing before, bathing, burning incense, and dancing? ?

Pure additional services, so that we feel that it is worth spending 100 million?

The image in the air became clearer and clearer, and the face of the old Taoist Xuanqing aged a few years at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was because of this scene that Mu Lingxi gave up the idea of ​​asking for 100 million back later.

"This is... the seven deadly sins!" Mu Lingxi exclaimed, staring at the picture in the air. At this time, the picture has been completely formed, and seven men and women in tuxedos appeared on it. They have different figures, some are tall and slender, and some are muscular. The only thing in common is that they all wear the same silver mask on their faces.

The picture expanded again, and several people also saw the scene clearly.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, the earth cracked, mountains and rivers collapsed, and the once prosperous city became a ruin. The fire flickered in the ruins, ruthlessly devouring everything. The whole world seemed to fall into endless darkness and despair.

In this broken world, seven men and women in tuxedos and silver masks stood proudly. They stood on the top of the ruins, as if they were the masters of all things. The arrogant leader raised his chin slightly, and looked at the destruction of the world with an arrogant look.

Mu Lingxi took a breath, Sikong Zhen had already frowned, the picture began to flash continuously, and more and more things appeared in the picture. They saw countless broken limbs and debris, the empire collapsed, and human civilization was burned.

"Everyone, the old era has ended, and the new era is coming." An arrogant voice sounded in the picture.

He stood at the top, as if he had stepped on the whole world, as if announcing to the world: "And I... will become the god of the new era!"

There was a deep arrogance in the calm words, which was the arrogance that was above all living beings and belonged to God alone!