She made fire by setting up a stall

Chapter 378 How Are You Healthy Recently?
Zhang Jia looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest and asked him in an unbelievable tone, "Although we haven't met Mr. Ming, we have all heard the legend about Mr. Ming—"

This is a bit of an exaggeration.

Ming Xun glanced at him.

Zhang Jia's voice changed, and he said seriously, "Everyone in Beijing knows that Mr. Ming was saved by a master. It turns out that Mr. Ming's life was saved by your temple masters. Your temple masters are really real people who don't show their faces!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest just smiled and said nothing.

The expression on his face had already told Zhang Jia everything.

Zhang Jia clenched his fists, wishing he could smash the inscrutable smile on the middle-aged Taoist priest's face with one punch.

Qu Aiguo pressed his shoulder one step faster, Qu Aiguo and Zhang Jia shook their heads.

President Ming hasn't spoken yet, so it's not their turn to speak here.

Ming Xun held Shi Luo's hand, he looked down at Shi Luo.

Shi Luo glanced back at him.

"May I ask what talisman you Guanzhu made?" Shi Luo asked calmly.

With one hand behind his back, the middle-aged Taoist smiled slightly, "This is the master's hard work, and it is not for outsiders."

All celestial masters have housekeeping skills, which are only passed on to their direct disciples, and outsiders are not allowed to ask more questions.

When Shi Luo asked, in the eyes of the middle-aged Taoist priest, she was an outsider.

"Master, please take us to meet the temple master." Ming Xun said politely.

Ming Xun's tone is gentle and polite, but those who are familiar with Ming Xun know that he is angry.

The middle-aged Taoist didn't notice anything, he frowned, thought for a moment, and then said in a preposterous way, "We don't see everyone, he only sees people who are related to him."

Zhang Jia couldn't hold back and laughed.

This fake Taoist really regarded himself as a real god.

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked over.

Zhang Jiashun asked, "Then why are we considered to be the predestined person of the temple master? What do we need to do? I hope the master can give some advice. To tell you the truth, we have something important to do here. I want to ask the master for help." help."

The middle-aged Taoist priest was satisfied with Zhang Jia being so upbeat.

He pondered for a moment, then reluctantly opened his mouth, "In this way, you go to draw a lot, if you draw the lottery designated by the temple master, you are the predestined people of the temple master."

Zhang Jia smiled and asked: "Then, what lottery did the temple master appoint?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at Zhang Jia in surprise, "I didn't expect you to know this. It seems that this is not the first time you have come to a Taoist temple."

Zhang Jia chuckled and didn't explain.

There is a real master by his side, and he knows more or less about it.

The middle-aged Taoist explained as if showing off his skills, "We have a total of 27 Guandi spirit lottery here, which can be divided into three types according to good or bad luck: three lottery signs for great auspiciousness, eighteen lottery signs for upper auspiciousness, 24 lottery signs for middle auspiciousness, and eight lotus signs for upper and upper auspiciousness. Among them, there are [-] in the middle lottery, one in the lower lottery, and [-] in the lower lottery. Each lottery of Guandi Spirit has its special meaning."

Zhang Jia listened to the middle-aged Taoist's eloquence, and asked again, "Which one is the lottery designated by the temple master? There are so many one hundred lottery tickets, and we can only draw one in one hundred. We are too young, if we don’t have the predestined relationship with the Guanzhu, what will we do with what we ask for?”

Zhang Jia's expression was serious.

The middle-aged Taoist comforted, "If you don't try it, how will you know that you are not destined for the Lord?"

"I see a few people with blessings on their faces, maybe they are the predestined people of the master today, why don't you give it a try." Seeing that Zhang Jia was about to retire, the middle-aged Taoist hurriedly persuaded him.

Zhang Jia looked at Ming Xun and Shi Luo.

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked straight at Ming Xun.

He knew that Ming Xun was the person in charge among the four.

Ming Xun didn't give the middle-aged Taoist a look.

He waited for Shi Luo's response.

"Then go draw a lot." Shi Luo said.

The middle-aged Taoist quietly wiped the cold sweat off his palms.

These few are big fish, if you miss these big fish, you will be punished by the temple master.

The middle-aged Taoist didn't delay any longer, and led the four of them directly into the hall.

The lottery was handed to Ming Xun.

Ming Xun didn't answer, the middle-aged Taoist thought about Shi Luo before he spoke, the three men seemed to listen to the little girl, and he handed the stick to Shi Luo again.

The time has not moved.

She raised her chin and said to Zhang Jia, "You smoke."

Zhang Jia didn't quite understand, but after listening to Shi Luo's words, he stepped forward and randomly drew a lot.

It is the No.20 lottery.

He handed the sign to the middle-aged Taoist priest.

The middle-aged Taoist priest did not accept the lottery. He nodded and said with a smile: "The four of you are indeed destined to be with the temple master. This kind-hearted person drew the lottery designated by the temple master."

Only then did Zhang Jia react.

It turns out that no matter what lottery he draws, he will have a predestined relationship with the temple master.

The Taoist didn't delay, and took the four of them to the back hall.

The viewer is in the main hall at the back.

This Taoist temple is not big, only the front one is the Shanmen Hall, and the back is the Sanqing Hall.

The middle-aged Taoist priest led only four people away.

The other tourists looked at the four of them in different ways.

Some with envy, some sympathy, and some don't know why.

The four of them kept their eyes on each other.

Follow the middle-aged Taoist priest to the apse of Sanqing Temple.

At this moment, there is only one temple master and two Taoist boys standing behind him.

Seen from the back, the viewer's hair is all white, and he looks like a fairy.

The two Taoist boys were also fat and white, looking happy.

The middle-aged Taoist asked the four of them to wait outside the hall first. He entered the hall, whispered a few words in the ear of the temple master.

The temple master turned his face sideways, glanced at the four people, then closed his eyes, and counted with his fingers. After a while, he nodded.

The middle-aged Taoist turned back and said to Shi Luo and the others: "It's a coincidence that you came here. The temple master happens to be free today and can receive four of you."

There will be no joy in the next ten days.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at the two of them puzzled, with hesitation.

Seeing this, Zhang Jia hurriedly stepped forward to block the sight of the middle-aged Taoist priest, and said with a smile, "That's really great."

And then emphatically, very affectionately, "We're so lucky."

The middle-aged Taoist believed it was true, and he led Shi Luo and the others into the gate of the temple with satisfaction.

The Sanqing Hall enshrines Yuanshi Tianzun, Lingbao Tianzun, and Daode Tianzun.

At this moment, the temple master is kneeling in front of Lingbao Tianzun.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, the temple master did not turn around immediately.

Displeasure flashed across Ming Xun's eyes.

Only Shi Luo kept looking at the back of the temple master without making a sound.

"If the temple master is busy, then we'll come back another day." Ming Xun turned around while holding Shi Luo.

The corner of Zhang Jia's mouth raised a mocking smile.

Really will take Joe.

Playing tricks in front of Ms. Shi is simply playing tricks, and she thinks that she is inscrutable.

He really wanted to see the face of the temple master when he was slapped in the face by Miss Shi.

Before Ming Xun and Shi Luo had taken two steps, the temple master turned his head.

"Be kind and stay."

Seeing the face of the temple master, Zhang Jia thought in his heart, he really put on an air.

True masters like the old man and the three celestial masters would not deliberately put on the airs of masters, they are not conspicuous in the crowd.

This is the great hermit in the city.

The temple master stroked his beard and walked in front of Ming Xun, and finally his eyes stopped on Ming Xun.

"Faithful believers, have you felt unwell recently?" the temple master asked.

"Nothing." Not only was there no discomfort, he was also very well.

The master's immortality almost couldn't be maintained.

He flicked his sleeves, then pinched his fingers, pretending to have the final say.

Finally, he said affirmatively: "I see that the hall of good believers has turned black, and there may be bloody disasters in the near future."

"I see that the corners of your mouth are blue, and you will encounter bumps. If you have a knot on your forehead, you will be injured at least, and you will suffer a catastrophe. I see that your eyes are too excited, and the divine light will not stop. If you have red lines in a few days, you will be in danger. "

Both Zhang Jia and Qu Aiguo knew that Miss Shi was angry.

Otherwise, there would be no such hostility towards the viewer.

The temple master was furious, "At such a young age, after reading a few unknown books, do you think you are invincible?"

(End of this chapter)