The God and Buddha are actually me

Zhang Jiuyang asked himself if he was Liu Xiahui who was still pregnant. Although this woman was somewhat pretty, she was not a good person.

The moment he pushed him away, Ali reminded him that the groom outside had a throwing knife in his hand.

Obviously, if the soft one is not enough, she will have to use the hard one.

But Zhang Jiuyang was not afraid. He sat next to the sleeping old man and reached out to pat him.

"The soul is back!"

There was a trace of ridicule in the woman's eyes. She had given the medicine, which was enough for the old guy to sleep for a few more hours. How could he wake up?

However, the next moment, her pupils trembled, her eyes panicked, and she quickly put on her shoes and socks.

The old man woke up with a yawn and said with sleepy eyes: "Yuqin, are we there?"

At this moment, the woman did not look as dissolute as before, but became dignified and reserved. She supported the old man and said softly: "Master, we have arrived in Yunhe County. This is the famous Tiekou divine fortune teller Zhang Banxian."

At this moment, she looked at Zhang Jiuyang with doubts in her eyes.

The moment he heard the old man's voice, the driver outside also put away the throwing knife in his hand.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly, and his magic power was endless. He just passed through it for a moment and woke up the drugged old man.

As for the sound of "The soul is back", it is purely for show.

"Are you that...Zhang Banxian?"

Looking at Zhang Jiuyang, who was a little too young, a trace of disappointment flashed in the old man's eyes.

Zhang Jiuyang was not angry, and said calmly: "I can't even call him a half-immortal. I just know some tricks of divination and fortune-telling. I just make a living."

His conversation was neither condescending nor arrogant, and his demeanor was calm, which made the old man look at him with suspicion.

He bowed his hands and said with a smile: "Taoist Master, I came here this time to ask the Taoist Master to make a fortune."

"What?"

The old man did not express his intention directly, but smiled and told a story.

"Once upon a time, there was an old man who had a treasure box at home. The old man was old and planned to pass the treasure box on to his son. But the problem was that there was only one key, but he had two sons."

"The eldest son is very capable, but not filial enough. The younger son is very filial, but not very capable. Who do you think the old man should pass the key to?"

Zhang Jiuyang glanced at the woman who was secretly winking at him, and finally understood what the phrase "give the second young master a kind word" meant.

Is the younger son filial?

Haha, you are quite filial. I am afraid that you are even filial in bed.

The old man wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Zhang Jiuyang's sleeves.

"Mr. Cui, we plain people don't tell secrets. Don't you come here just to ask whether your Cui family's property is going to be passed on to the eldest young master or the second young master?"

Ah Li has already figured out the old man's identity.

The old man's name was Cui Huanchang, and he was a well-known big businessman within hundreds of miles. The Cui family's business spanned twelve counties, and even Lu Yaoxing could not compare with him back then.

Hearing that Zhang Jiuyang easily exposed his identity, Cui Huanchang's eyes flashed with surprise.

He hasn't appeared in public for a long time, and this time he came suddenly, so no one should leak the news in advance.

It seems that this little Taoist priest really has some abilities.

"Please also ask the Taoist priest to clear up the old man's doubts. I will give him a lot of money afterwards."

Zhang Jiuyang pretended to count with his fingers, and finally let out a long sigh.

"It's actually not good for any young master to pass the family business on."

Foster father, do you think I am suitable...

"Zeshui trapped hexagram, the second in Dui Palace, is in charge of the fierce elephant. Your Cui family's family fortune is like the swaying duckweed, trapped in the water, with a bleak future."

Cui Huanchang subconsciously sat up straight and frowned: "How is that possible?"

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and said: "Actually, instead of passing on the family business, Pindao has a poem to send to Mr. Cui."

"What poem?"

"Twenty-eight beauties have a body as soft as a puff, and a sword at their waists to kill the foolish man."

"Although there are no dead heads, secretly I teach you that your bones are dry."

Zhang Jiuyang sighed: "Mr. Cui, if you still have any wishes recently, just do it quickly. Your deadline will be in three days."

Ah Li has calculated that this wealthy businessman will die in three days.

"You are so bold and evil, you dare to curse the master, Ma Huyuan, why don't you teach him a lesson quickly!"

Yuqin was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and said angrily.

A cold light flashed in the groom's eyes, and the flying knife in his hand reappeared, but before he could shoot the knife, an inexplicable cold wind blew past, biting the bone, making him tremble all over.

This tremor was inappropriate, and the flying knife lost its accuracy and flew past Yuqin's scalp, cutting the valuable jasper hairpin into two pieces.

The woman who was arrogant just now stood there stupidly, her legs trembling.

"presumptuous!"

Cui Huanchang gave a sharp shout and said angrily: "Ma Huyuan, who allowed you to attack Daoist Zhang? Get out!"

Then he said apologetically to Zhang Jiuyang: "I have failed to discipline you well. Please forgive me, Taoist Master. Please accept these small gifts, Taoist Master."

Good guy, it turned out to be two gold ingots!

Zhang Jiuyang was not polite and accepted it casually, saying: "Mr. Cui is a cheerful man. I will just say one more thing, look at that tree, how are its leaves?"

Cui Huanchang was stunned, not knowing what the other party meant by this, and said: "Green and green."

"Right!"

Zhang Jiuyang clapped his hands in praise, then got off the carriage lightly, closed the stall and went home.

Made a lot of money today.

It's a pity that such a good man like Cui only has three days left to live. You said that at his age, why bother to torture himself?

A pear tree overwhelms a crabapple tree, but it is red, fat and green.

...

Back home.

He gave one of the gold ingots to Ah Li.

It was agreed that the money earned from fortune-telling would be divided 50-50.

The little girl held the golden ingot in her hands, her eyes shining, and she couldn't let it go and played with it for a long time, and finally put it carefully into her purse.

It was still the pink purse embroidered with a steamed bun pattern that was found by Zhang Jiuyang.

"Brother Jiu, when I save enough money, I can build a big yard for you, renovate the house, and the kitchen. Some bricks are cracked. In addition, your bedding should be replaced with new ones..."

The little girl counted on her fingers, her eyes curved like the moon.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled and shook his head, saying, "Not for me, but for us."

Ali was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes sparkled, like the ripples of a blue lake.

Zhang Jiuyang touched her head and smiled, "I will also buy the best tombstone for you and Uncle Jiang, and burn the most expensive paper money. Oh, and Aunt Wang and her man."

The little girl nodded vigorously.

Zhang Jiuyang wanted to say something, but suddenly his expression changed, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes.

"I want to practice immediately, and Ali will help me protect the law!"

He quickly sat cross-legged and entered into a state of meditation.

In his mind, the "Zhong Kui Chewing Ghost Picture" that had not changed for a long time suddenly moved. After absorbing the power of incense for a month, the visualization picture seemed to have reached a certain critical value again.

In the dark, that majestic and vast power descended again.

"To make a sword, you need to use the Zodiac Day of the Month of the Year of the Rat, write the Seven Stars Treasure Scroll with your blood, take the essence of the Southern Bing and Ding to refine it, and recite the divine mantra of the Blessing and Guarding House Saint. The mantra is: Om Ba Li La Hum Om Bao Luo Luo He Pan Luo Heng Na Xu He Po Suo Ha."

"The treasure scroll commands the spirit, the true fire refines the essence, the divine mantra sharpens the edge, and it can be cast..."

"The magic sword that kills ghosts!"

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