Chapter 23 Zhong Kui Gifts the Sword Zhang Jiuyang asked himself if he was Liu Xiahui who could remain calm even when a woman sat on his lap. Although this woman was pretty, she was not a good person. Just when he pushed the other person away, Ali reminded him that the groom outside had a throwing knife in his hand. Obviously, if the soft approach doesn't work, she'll have to use the hard approach. But Zhang Jiuyang was not afraid. He sat down next to the sleeping old man and patted him with his hand. "The soul is back!" There was a hint of mockery in the woman's eyes. The drug she gave him was enough for the old guy to sleep for a few more hours. How could he possibly wake up? However, the next moment, her pupils fluttered, her eyes became panicked, and she quickly put on her shoes and socks. The old man woke up with a yawn and asked sleepily, "Yuqin, are we there yet?" The woman was no longer as wanton 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 fortune teller Zhang Banxian." At this moment, she looked at Zhang Jiuyang with doubt and uncertainty.
And the moment the old man's voice was heard, the coachman outside also put away the flying knife in his hand. Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly. His magic power was infinite. He only needed to pass a little bit to wake up the drugged old man. As for the cry of "My soul has returned", it was purely for show. "Are you the...Zhang Banxian?" Looking at Zhang Jiuyang, who seemed too young, a hint of disappointment flashed in the old man's eyes. Zhang Jiuyang was not angry either, and said calmly: "I can't say I'm a semi-immortal. I just know some tricks like fortune-telling and face-reading to make a living." He spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly, and his demeanor was calm and composed, which made the old man look at him with sidelong glances. He bowed and said with a smile: "Master, I came here this time to ask you to tell my fortune." "What kind of?" The old man did not directly state his purpose, but smiled and told a story. "Once upon a time there was an old man who had a treasure box at home. As he got older, he planned to pass the treasure box to his son. However, the problem was that he only had one key and he had two sons." "The eldest son is very capable but not filial enough, the younger son is very filial but not as 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 "say a few good words for the Second Young Master" meant. The younger son is filial? Haha, he is quite filial. I'm afraid he is so filial that he even goes to bed. The old man wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Zhang Jiuyang. "Master Cui, let's not beat around the bush. You came here this time just to ask whether your Cui family's assets will be passed on to the eldest son or the second son, right?" Ali has already figured out the identity of this old man. The old man's name was Cui Huanchang. He was a famous businessman within hundreds of miles. The Cui family's businesses spread across twelve counties, and even Lu Yaoxing in those days could not compare to them. When Cui Huanchang heard Zhang Jiuyang easily expose his identity, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He hasn't been in public for a long time, and he came here suddenly this time, so no one should have leaked the news in advance. It seems that this young Taoist priest really has some skills. "Please help me solve my doubts, I will give you a large sum of money later." Zhang Jiuyang pretended to calculate with his fingers, and finally let out a long sigh. "It's actually not a good idea to pass on the family business to any young master." Godfather, do you think I am suitable? "The Zeshui Kun hexagram, the second position in the Dui Palace, represents a very bad omen. The fortune of your Cui family is like a floating duckweed, trapped in the water, with a bleak future." Cui Huanchang subconsciously sat up straight and frowned, "How is it possible?" Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and said, "In fact, rather than inheriting the family business, I have a poem to give to Old Master Cui." "What poem?" "A beautiful lady in her twenties has a body as soft as butter, and she carries a sword at her waist to kill foolish men." "Even though you don't see your head falling off, your bones are drying up in secret." Zhang Jiuyang sighed, "Old Master Cui, if you have any wishes recently, hurry up and do them. In three days, it will be your death." Ali has already calculated that this wealthy businessman will die in three days. "How dare you, a wicked demon, curse the master, Guardian Ma, teach him a lesson quickly!" Yuqin was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and she was furious. A cold light flashed in the groom's eyes, and the flying knife in his hand reappeared, but before he could throw the knife, an inexplicable cold wind blew over, freezing him to the bone, making him shiver all over. This shudder was not a big deal, as the flying knife lost its accuracy and actually flew past Yuqin's scalp, cutting the priceless jade hairpin into two pieces. The woman who had been so arrogant just now was now standing there stupidly, her legs trembling. "presumptuous!" Cui Huanchang shouted angrily, "Huyuan Ma, who allowed you to attack Taoist Zhang? Get out!" Then he said to Zhang Jiuyang with full apology: "I have failed to discipline my child properly. Please forgive me, Taoist priest. Please accept these small gifts." Wow, it turned out to be two gold ingots! Zhang Jiuyang was not polite and accepted it casually, saying, "Old Master Cui is a straightforward person. I will say one more thing. Look at that tree. What do its leaves look like?" Cui Huanchang was stunned, not knowing what the other party meant, and said, "Green and verdant." "correct!" Zhang Jiuyang clapped his hands in praise, then lightly stepped off the carriage, packed up his stall and went home. Made a lot of money today. It's a pity that such a good man like Old Master Cui only has three days left to live. You know, at his age, why bother to torture himself? The pear blossoms overshadow the crabapple tree, but the reds are plump and the greens are thin.
…… Go home. He gave one of the gold ingots to Ali. We agreed that the money earned from fortune-telling would be split 50-50. The little girl held the golden ingot in her hands, her eyes shining. She 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 you a big yard and renovate the house and the kitchen. Some of the bricks are cracked. Also, it's time to replace your bedding..." The little girl counted on her fingers, her eyes curved like the moon. Zhang Jiuyang smiled and shook his head: "Not for me, but for us." Ali was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes sparkled like ripples in a blue lake. Zhang Jiuyang touched her head and said with a smile: "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 husband." The little girl nodded vigorously. Zhang Jiuyang wanted to say something, but his expression suddenly changed and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes. "I want to practice immediately. Ali, help me protect the Dharma!" He quickly sat down cross-legged and calmed his mind. In my mind, the "Zhong Kui Chewing Ghosts 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 critical value again. In the dark, that great and vast power descended again. "To make a precious sword, one must use the Zodiac Day of the Month of the Year of the Rat. One must write the Seven Stars Precious Scroll with blood, and use the essence of the Southern Bing and Ding elements to refine it. One must also 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 precious scroll commands the spirit, the true fire refines the essence, the divine spell sharpens the blade, and it can be cast..." "Devil-slaying magic sword!" …… (End of this chapter)