Infinite Shadow Clones, If I Find My True Form, I Will Lose!

It can be seen that talking about Venerable Nezha's technical skills has a great psychological damage to him.

After all, if you call him a fighting karami, he will laugh it off.

But if you say that Venerable Nezha is a rookie player, he will be impatient because he is a real talent.

Nezha replied depressedly: "Good evening, how is your rank? What positions are you good at?"

Tang Gao rubbed his nose in embarrassment: "Any position is fine. I haven't played Duan for a long time. But if you want to play in double row, teacher, I can play back later."

Nezha's face looked much better. He jumped off the sofa, raised his head slightly and looked at the young man in front of him: "Okay, I'm going to change into a set of clothes, and I'll take you to do a divination and pray."

Tang Gao murmured in his heart, why does this teacher always keep thinking about divination, but he didn't say much: "Okay."

Weird, is this thing important?

Tang Gao has done some tests on himself and found that as long as it is important information related to himself, any calculation will become vague or even unclear, or the secret will be blocked altogether.

From time to time, I got some evidence from Senior Brother Liu's attitude and performance.

Tang Gao is very confident in this and is not afraid of divination.

Nezha changed into a set of casual clothes, called Tang Gao and went downstairs, got on the campus car, left the campus and took a taxi to the subway, sat on the subway and swayed his legs to play games, and he arrived soon In front of a Taoist temple called Bu Ling Guan.

The Taoist Temple of Fortune Telling is a famous Taoist temple built in Qingcheng. It is said that praying here will be very effective, and the Taoists here are very good at divination. They often give advice to guests to change their fortunes, and their reputation spreads far and wide.

Even at night, the Taoist temple is very lively. There is also a snack street nearby. People come and go. From time to time, some people laugh or be cautious. They pass through the gate of the Taoist temple and go in to pray for fortune and fortune.

Tang Gao looks quite novel. This is something that is not available in my hometown.

Nezha bought two candied haws skewers, licked one for himself, and gave the other to Tang Gao: "The situation has been too turbulent recently. I originally planned to do a fortune-telling for you to see if your kid will die on the way. .

But something happened suddenly today, and I am not confident about my skills. I brought you here to see a Taoist named Zhang. His divination skills are very strong. I will feel much more relieved if he does the divination. "

Tang Gao was speechless: "Teacher, how can you predict whether you will die young just by entering the door?"

Nezha shrugged: "It is better not to believe in fate than to believe in fate. I have always despised fate. Although I think it is a stupid thing...

However, some people are indeed proficient in this and can bring us certain help with professional skills. We can refer to it dialectically. "

Tang Gao was curious: "How to refer to it?"

Nezha chuckled: "If the left eye jumps for wealth, this is good luck. If the right eye jumps for disaster, this is feudal superstition."

Tang Gao: "..."

Very good, at first glance, they are from Xia country. This fine tradition cannot be lost.

Nezha was halfway through chewing, and pointed with a candied haws skewer at a Taoist man setting up a stall in front of him: "Okay, we're here, just ask him."

Tang Gao looked at it curiously. He was a middle-aged Taoist with a white beard. He had a small table with Bagua diagrams and some incomprehensible ancient documents on it. There was also a flagpole on the left with a message:

"It's better to ask God for divination than to do it yourself."

"It is better to do good deeds and accumulate virtue than to seek the truth through divination."

A very stylish and interesting Taoist.

There was no one else in front of the small table, so Nezha directly sat down on it and patted the table: "Old Zhang, don't look at your shabby book. We are here for business. Please tell me your fortune for my apprentice."

Zhang Daoren was reading a book with his head down. When he heard the sound, he looked up and saw Nezha. He smiled and said: "You don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything, you are a naughty kid and you actually want to beg me here one day."

Nezha showed displeasure and slapped the table: "What do you mean by begging? Do you believe that I smashed your apprentice's Taoist temple?"

Zhang Daoren rolled his eyes and expressed dissatisfaction with this rude guy: "I asked your apprentice to do divination, but you should get out of the way. Why are you sitting here?"

Nezha coughed twice, moved his buttocks, and moved his position: "Okay, okay, I'm sorry, no, did you scold me?"

Zhang Daoren stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Since you are nothing, then get out of the way and let your apprentice come."

Nezha rolled up his sleeves in anger: "Believe it or not, I'm going to overturn your broken table right now!"

"Okay, I won't argue with you anymore, little guy, come here and I'll tell you your fortune."

Nezha cursed and stopped his hand, pressing Tang Gao on the chair: "Let me tell you, this old guy has a dirty mouth and likes to curse."

Tang Gao looked at the cursing teacher, and then at the handsome Zhang Daoren across from him who was cursing without using any curse words, and could only show an awkward yet polite smile.

Zhang Daoren glanced at Tang Gao twice, then looked at Nezha: "Tell me, what's the point of giving it to him?"

Nezha's face became serious. He moved a bench next to him and sat on it. He said seriously: "Let him calculate the killing karma. I watched the blood in the north before, and I was afraid that this kid would be involved in the killing karma and would not be able to escape. "

Zhang Daoren took out a white jade slab from the drawer and said with a smile: "Okay, before the divination, little one, do you have anything to say?"

Tang Gao was curious: "What should I say?"

Zhang Daoren stroked his beard and smiled: "Whatever, it's best to say something happy to ask for a good omen."

Tang Gao smiled and said, "Today's candied haws skewers are delicious."

Zhang Daoren nodded with satisfaction and began to cast the spell: "Innocent heart, good talent."

The white jade plate began to glow slightly.

Taoist Zhang explained with a smile: "If the red thread shines on this white jade board, it means that you, the little guy, will have something to do with killing in the future...?"

Halfway through Zhang Daoren's words, he watched helplessly as a rich red wave rose up from the bottom of the white jade board, as if it was filled with water. It rose slowly, dyeing the entire white jade board crimson in the blink of an eye.

Tang Gao showed a polite yet embarrassed smile: "Taoist Priest, does this white jade plate need repair?"

Zhang Daoren looked at him speechlessly: "How many people have you killed?"

It's not a question, it's a statement in an affirmative tone.

Nezha looked at the red jade board speechlessly. Before, he was worried that the little guy would be involved in the murderous karma. Now looking at it horizontally and vertically, this kid would be giving everyone face if he didn't cause the murderous karma in troubled times.

Tang Gao covered his mouth and coughed lightly, and said modestly: "Two or three people."

Zhang Daoren looked directly at him and raised the red jade plate in his hand: "My jade plate is red."

Tang Gao looked at the sky silently: "Two or three hundred, I can't remember."

Zhang Daoren stared at him and said in a serious tone: "Red!"

Tang Gao looked away: "Two or three thousand? Really, my memory is not good."

Daoren Zhang tapped the table with his fingers and raised his voice: "Do you want me to use a better white jade board to test your hexagram again?"

Tang Gao looked at Daoren Zhang and tried to pretend to be sincere: "Twenty to thirty thousand, it really can't be more."

Zhang Daoren directly stuffed the ruby ​​board back into the drawer and raised his hand: "I won't forget to see you off."

Are you fooling the devil?

Tang Gao stood up in a hurry and apologized: "It's not much, just a few hundred thousand, it's really not much."

Nezha looked at him speechlessly. As a teacher, he was too embarrassed to protect the face of his young apprentice: "Just tell the truth, how many people have you killed? Hundreds of thousands are not of this quality.

Don't talk about millions. The total number of creatures I have killed is only a few million, and they are not as good as you. "

Tang Gao sat on the bench and said helplessly: "Maybe tens of millions? Maybe close to 100 million people? I don't remember. Who counts when they are slaughtering..."

Zhang Daoren looked at Nezha with a dark face: "I think killing karma usually doesn't cause trouble for him. It's usually he who causes trouble for killing karma. Don't you need me to explain?"

The bloody sky and the murderous karma are a natural disaster for ordinary people.

This one is different.

He himself is a natural disaster.

Nezha covered his face and said, "Let's calculate your mood. The requirements are not high, as long as you don't fall into the devil's path."

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