I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

"You can't buy this, it just fell from the sky!"

Zhou Yi took the bottle and thought about how to refine the nine yin gods to get the treasure he wanted.

"Brother Zhou is so lucky. He still picks up treasures while walking on the street."

Chen Ying stopped copying scriptures, moved a chair, sat upright, and observed the Yin and Yang cylinders.

This treasure is a Taoist fairy. It contains the Eight Diagrams internally and Yin and Yang externally. You can understand the truth by observing it frequently.

"luck……"

Zhou Yi's eyes lit up when he heard this, it was indeed a good idea.

Everyone has luck, ranging from picking up money on the street to jumping off a cliff to find a treasure. No matter how unlucky a person is, there are times when he is lucky. When luck comes, everything goes as he wishes and all his wishes come true.

For example, a certain card drawing game made Zhou Yi know that there are various metaphysics in the world, such as drawing ten consecutive cards, washing hands and praying, pretending to make money, special places, special time periods...

In the past life, one can only rely on blind guessing, but there are many experts in this world who can predict luck.

Zhou Yi asked: "Xiao Chen, is there anyone in Luo Jing who is proficient in divination?"

"Expert? Aren't you an expert?"

Chen Ying said helplessly: "The half-immortal gods I know, how can they be called experts in front of you!"

This flattery makes people feel comfortable, Xiao Chen has a bright future!

Zhou Yi took out the messenger paper and sent a message to Sanwu, who had a wide acquaintance.

"Do you know where there are experts who are proficient in divination?"

After a while. .

The white paper showed Sanwu's reply: In Daqian, the most adept at divination is Tianji Palace, but this sect is so elusive and hard to find.

Among Luo Jing, Master Xuanqing of the Demon Slayer Division, Wo Longsheng of Jixia Academy, and Zen Master Kuwen of Yixin Temple are all proficient in the art of divination.

Sanwu asked again: What do you mean by a fellow Taoist? A poor Taoist also knows a little about deduction and divination.

Zhou Yi said: "Calculate when will I have the best luck? Which day and time will it be?"

Sanwu asked about the birth date, deduced it for a moment, and replied: "If you are not good at studying, your Taoist friend's luck will be so vague that you can't even get a clue."

Zhou Yi had expected this, and Sanwu thought he was a first-grade Yang god, but in fact he was a true immortal.

Ordinary divination methods will have no effect at all.

Similar to the Book of Changes, one has a rough understanding of divination, and can do calculations for ordinary people, and can barely deduce for those who are low-level gods, but cannot do divination for experts.

Zhou Yi asked: "How is the war in southern Xinjiang going?"

Sanwu was silent for a moment and replied: It's not good. It turned out that General Gongsun severely defeated Xu Nibingfeng. As a result, many strange people appeared in Xu Ni's army. They were quite powerful and had a vague tendency to counterattack.

The two chatted for a while, and Zhou Yi put away the spiritual paper.

"Walk in the waves!"

Zhang Cheng walked in the door coolly, his eyes lit up when he saw Baoping, and he said with a smile: "My dear, Lao Zhou's luck is extraordinary!"

"Just average!"

Zhou Yi asked: "Brother Zhang, you have many options. Is there anyone in Luo Jing who is good at divination?"

Sanwu and Zhang Cheng were in two different circles. The former kept friends with all the famous people, while Lao Zhang had friendships with all kinds of strange people from all walks of life.

"Fortune telling? It depends on whether Lao Zhou is willing to part with it or not?"

Zhang Cheng's eyes were almost pressed against the second cylinder. He was amazed, but he didn't take it easily.

The monks' skills, magical powers, and treasures are the biggest taboos. If you use them without permission, you are suspected of prying, and you may become enemies.

"As long as it's accurate, of course I'm willing to give it up."

The treasure Zhou Yi wanted was of great importance. If it could be calculated through divination, he would be willing to pay a big price whether it was because of divination or not.

"Then you go to Luoshui Bridge. There is a blind Taoist priest from Pojiao who sets up a fortune-telling stall. He is known as a fortune teller."

Zhang Cheng felt a bit toothache when he talked about this person: "It's just that his heart was a little dark. Back then, Lao Zhang calculated the hope of the Yangshen and almost gave up his fortune."

"Absolute master!"

Chen Ying admired that Taoist very much. Zhang Cheng's temper was so bad that he would throw it away if he didn't pick it up when he went out.

"It's time to go and have a look."

Zhou Yi planned to go to Luoshui Bridge first. Compared to the three mentioned by Sanwu, this Taoist priest was the closest.

Zhang Cheng walked back and forth around the second cylinder several times, and finally couldn't help but say.

"Lao Zhou, can you pass this bottle?"

Zhou Yi waved his hand grandly: "Brother Zhang, it's up to you."

The yin and yang two-cylinder cylinder is two feet four inches tall and is similar to the large vase placed in the living room.

"atmosphere!"

Zhang Cheng took care of it and hugged it gently. The two cylinders did not move at all.

"Huh?"

With a sound of doubt, Zhang Cheng gradually increased his strength until the veins on his forehead pulsated.

With a second-grade martial arts cultivation level, he could lift a small mountain, but the second-grade gas bottle remained motionless.

Zhang Cheng shook his head and let go: "Lao Zhou, this baby is amazing!"

"Just average."

If Zhou Yi were not the master of the two-cylinder cylinder, he would be no different from Zhang Cheng in that he would not be able to pick it up.

The same goes for the Golden Dragon Scissors. Even if someone spends a lifetime cutting clothes, it would be impossible to refine them.

Zhang Cheng looked at the two cylinders for a moment, then took out a piece of rice paper and traced the texture of the vase.

…

at dusk.

Luoshui Bridge.

It was crowded and bustling.

Zhou Yi walked along the way and saw seven or eight fortune tellers, including a monk with magic power.

This is the most secular place in Luojing, so it is normal to have a few masters and hermits.

The bridge is bustling with various vendors and tourists, either bargaining or watching the scenery on the river.

Zhou Yi quickly found a lame and blind Taoist priest, sitting cross-legged on the bluestone bridge, covered with dirty Bagua diagrams, and a white cloth banner standing beside him.

A hexagram means a thousand pieces of gold, money comes first and calculation comes later!

There was no one in front of the stall. Let’s not talk about the price. This is probably the only case in Luojing where fortune telling is done after charging.

"Old sir, I want to tell fortunes."

When Zhou Yi came to the stall, his eyes flickered, and the Taoist priest in front of him seemed like an ordinary person.

If it weren't for what Zhang Cheng said was mysterious, Zhou Yi would have regarded him as a liar.

The blind Taoist priest slowly raised his head, his eyes were so dark that he didn't even have any eyeballs.

"What do you want, fellow Taoist?"

Zhou Yi replied: "Count on my auspicious days and good days, which day and time will have the best luck!"

The blind Taoist priest was silent for a moment and stretched out a finger.

"A penny."

"Um?"

Zhou Yi wondered: "I heard that the master charges a lot of money?"

The blind Taoist priest shook his head and said, "This is expensive enough."

Zhou Yi took out a penny, put it on the hexagram stall, and said his name.

"Good name!"

The blind Taoist priest counted with his fingers for a moment and said: "After three days, at three o'clock, everything will be fine."

"Suggest friendly means!"

When Zhou Yi heard this moment, he immediately felt blessed and immediately knew that the blind Taoist's calculation was not bad.

After Zhou Yi left, the blind Taoist looked bitter, hurriedly rolled up the stall, carried a long streamer and disappeared in a flash.

Returning to the riverside residence, he shouted loudly as soon as he entered the door.

"Xiao Shunzi, pack up quickly, we are moving!"

A young man came out of the room. He seemed to be seven or eight years old, with two streaks of black smoke on his face and holding a black medicine cauldron in his hand.

"What are you moving to? Are you in such a hurry because you've seen a ghost? I'm almost ready to refine this nourishing pill."

"What the hell, I've met Master Qingtian!"

The blind Taoist priest waved his hand, and the messy objects in the room were put into storage bags.

He grabbed the young man's collar and disappeared into a ray of light.