Their Lucky Star Was Transmigrated!

"The road of robbery!"

It's not that Yun Shi didn't think about this situation, but Jie Yun Dao was already a rat in the gutter under the suppression of the imperial court. If it hadn't been for the Dao of Tribulation and Luck, it would have been useful, and it might have been completely wiped out long ago.

But just before, the Xishan where the imperial mausoleum is located caught fire, and the road of Jie Yun suffered another tragic suppression from the imperial court.

According to the news that Yun's received, the Daoists of Jie Luck are now on the run.

"This matter, wait and see!"

If she didn't reach the dead end, she didn't want to mix with Jie Luck Dao. In particular, the news that the Daoist of Jie Yun Dao has become a lost dog made Yun's perception of Jie Yun Dao really not very good.

How about being lucky?

If you can't find the person who truly has great luck and great fortune, how long can you last for the little luck you've captured?

...

At this time, in a small town called Anding Town in Qushui County of Jiangcheng Prefecture, the Taoist Master of Jie Yun, who was despised by Yun's, was wearing a long robe, holding a hexagram flag, and wrote four characters: Commoner's God.

One hexagram and one article, no money is allowed.

At this time, the Daoist of Jie Luck is down and down, and he is not much different from the fortune-telling liar who is living in the rivers and lakes.

These days, he also suffered a lot.

The confidant around him is dead.

Some people betrayed him and were killed by him or those who were loyal to him.

Some were killed by betrayer's sneak attack.

Of course, there are others who hide and dare not show their faces again.

The whole world is hunting and killing people of the Dao of Jie Yun. The scale is large and the situation is bad. Compared with the founding father of the Tang Dynasty, it is no worse than that.

The Daoist Jie Luck fled all the way, drilled into the water, and finally stopped contacting the people of the Jie Luck Dao from all over the place, and completely cut off the connection, and it was barely stable.

Because the western mountain where the imperial mausoleum was located was set on fire, Emperor Yongping and the eldest princess cooperated in a rare and sincere way, vowing to drive out the Dao of Jie Fortune.

"My destiny is in me, how can I make this seat so difficult?"

Daoist Jie Luck reflected several times, but still couldn't understand why this happened?

"Fortune teller, let me do the math, how is your luck today?"

"Forget it, your benefits are indispensable, or it's not accurate, I smashed your stall!"

A drunken man suddenly appeared in front of Daoist Jie Yun and spoke arrogantly.

The Daoist Jie Luck accompanied the smiling face, glanced at the man, smiled slightly, and said, "Little brother, your luck is very good today. If you can stop before midnight, you will be able to make money every day!"

"Haha, I can talk!"

"Take it, Grandpa will reward it!"

The drunk man will take out a piece of loose silver from his waist pouch and throw it directly to the Daoist Jie Luck.

If it was in the past, how would Jie Yundao care about such ordinary people, and would not be contaminated with such worldly things as gold, silver and copper coins, but now he is already a lonely man and his future is unknown.

"It's time to eat!"

After collecting the scattered silver, Daoist Jie Luck looked up at the noodle shop a hundred steps away.

He held up his hexagram flag, cleaned up the stall, and walked towards the opposite side.

"Writing family letters, petitions, writing brushes, copying books, writing couplets, inscriptions and plaques..."

Passing through a scholar's stall, seeing the text written behind the scholar, Daoist Jie Luck couldn't help but stop and looked at the scholar who was writing quickly.

"Heaven will assign great responsibilities to the people of this country, and they must first work hard on their minds, and work their muscles and bones..."

Seeing the article the scholar was writing, Daoist Jie Luck's eyes flashed.

Isn't that what he's talking about?

In the past, he was aloof. Although he had high ambitions, he was far away from this world.

Didn't the emperor Taizu, the founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty, only fly for nine days after he had filled the frontier fortresses? Isn't all this exactly the same as he is now?

Daoist Jie Luck did not read the entire article written by the scholar, but strode forward to the noodle shop in front of him.

He wants to eat a good meal, and then start the road of penance.

If he wants to establish a kingdom in this world, how can he escape from this earth and all peoples?

"The shopkeeper, bring two bowls of noodles and more mutton!"

The Daoist Jie Luck slapped the still-hot pieces of silver on the table.

The shopkeeper of the noodle restaurant saw the silver, and immediately smiled, and replied cheerfully: "Two bowls of noodles, add more mutton!"

The smell of mutton is something that Jieyun Dao once disliked.

When he lived in seclusion in Jingxuguan in the capital, Daoist Jie Luck ate beef.

Although the court ordered to prohibit the slaughter of cattle, but for his dignified robbery Daoist, if he wants to eat beef, he can eat it no matter what.

But now, some mutton is good to eat.

If it weren't for bad luck, he would even have to eat pork.

Soon, two bowls of noodles were delivered.

Daoist Jie Yun pointed at the scholar who was writing outside and said, "Give this bowl to that scholar!"

"Uh……?"

The noodle restaurant's second heard the words of Daoist Jie Yun, and couldn't help but stunned, "Sir, are you sure?"

"What? Is there a problem?"

"Sir, I don't know. That person is Zhang Juren. He was always there, and he helped everyone for free. It is said that this is to practice calligraphy, and to understand the various conditions of life along the way."

"We don't understand what it means, anyway, Zhang Juren is not bad for money!"

"The richest person in our town is Zhang Juren's house. Zhang Juren may not like your mutton noodles!"

"This seat asks you to send it, you will send it!"

Although he heard the origin of the scholar from the mouth of the noodle restaurant Xiaoer, Daoist Jie Yun was only stunned for a moment, and still firmly asked Xiaoer to send the mutton noodles.

"Cheng, you are the guest, you have the final say!"

Xiao Er saw the broken silver that Daoist Jie Luck gave to his shopkeeper. Knowing that this is a rich master, naturally I don't want to offend.

He immediately walked out of the noodle shop with the beef noodles in his hand, and in a few steps he arrived in front of Zhang Juren who was writing.

"Master Juren, this is what the guest invited you to eat!"

The noodle restaurant's second turned his head, and his eyes gestured to the Taoist Jie Yun who was sitting in the noodle restaurant.

Zhang Juren was also stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Daoist Jie Luck.

The eyes of the two met, and Daoist Jie Luck raised the chopsticks in his hand, signaling to invite Zhang Juren to eat noodles together.

Zhang Juren helped to write a lot of documents for free in this town. It was the first time someone asked him to come forward, and he smiled immediately.

"Second brother, please help me bring the noodles back, I'll go in and eat with the old gentleman!"

"Uh, okay, okay!"

The noodle restaurant Xiao Er swallowed his saliva, and his heart was pounding, "So, Master Juren also eats mutton noodles!"

Zhang Juren put down his writing brush, pressed the paper he had not finished writing on with a paperweight, washed his hands in the wash basin next to him, took a handkerchief and wiped it dry, and then walked to the noodle restaurant.

"Xiaosheng, Mr. Xie, for the face!"

Zhang Juren entered the noodle shop and first bowed to the master of Jie Yun.

Daoist Jie Yun nodded slightly, satisfied with this Juren's attitude, smiled slightly, and said, "Mo Duoyan, eat noodles first!"

The second chapter is delivered, I still ask for a monthly pass, I have to go to hot water to burn my feet, and I am frozen...