The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 80: Little charlatan, can’t you tell fortunes with your fingers?

Xue Shiyong looked at his hideous self in the water mirror and his mind collapsed for a moment.

When he was young, he was also a handsome man, a leader among the literati, a handsome and elegant young man. Even in middle age, he was still a gentleman with elegance and style. How could he be such a mean and mean person?
"See? This is the aura that Master Xue has now. It is a mixed, dark evil aura, and this red aura also represents your luck." Lang Jiuchuan stood beside him without knowing when, pointing at the red aura above his head in the water mirror, and said, "When this red aura dissipates, your good luck will be completely replaced by bad luck. Bad luck is hard to guard against, and it will not only affect the people around you, but you will also lose your life."

Xue Shiyong asked: "Is it true that the people who are closest to me will be most affected?"

"That's natural. Otherwise, why do we say that people get corrupted by the company of bad people?"

Xue Shiyong's face became paler and paler, so was it because of him that his eldest grandson became ill?

jingle.

Xue Shiyong's eyes blurred and the water mirror in front of him suddenly disappeared. He was a little confused for a moment, and subconsciously stepped forward to touch it, but he touched a rough human face.

He took a closer look and quickly took two steps back: "What are you doing?"

Zhao Kun said with a dark face: "Shouldn't I be the one asking this question?"

While he was speaking, he suddenly froze, as if he had seen a ghost. His expression changed even faster than the face-changing culture in Shu, and now he even started to attack.

Xue Shiyong looked at Lang Jiuchuan, who was playing with the ancient imperial bell, and asked in a deep voice, "Did you do this?"

"Ah."

I did it, I admit it!
"you!"

Lang Jiuchuan said: "Master Xue, this is the illusion in Taoism, but this illusion is not fake, but real. I just let you see your true appearance now, as well as the aura that you cannot see with your naked eyes."

Not fake?

Xue Shiyong's face turned pale again, and he said, "But when I look in the mirror, I don't think my face is what I see in it."

"How can you see it yourself? Only bystanders can see clearly."

Xue Shiyong's body swayed slightly.

Zhao Kun was confused and asked, "What mirror? What kind of riddle are you guys playing?"

Xue Shiyong grabbed him as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw and said, "Old Zhao, tell me honestly, what do you think of my appearance recently?"

Zhao Kun was slightly stunned, and asked tentatively: "Do you really want to tell me?"

"explain."

"Actually, I've been annoyed with you lately." Zhao Kun held his hand and said, "Just look at what you say. I really want to hit you."

Xue Shiyong: “…”

So you are this kind of person, Lao Zhao. What close friend are you? How can we just break up?

"What happened?" Zhao Kun looked at Lang Jiuchuan.

Lang Jiuchuan replied: "Nothing, time is precious, I just want to let Master Xue see his current condition in a more straightforward way."

Zhao Kun understood. Seeing his old friend's distraught look, he must have been hit. What did he see? He coughed lightly and said earnestly: "Old Xue, we are good friends, so I naturally hope you are well. We can't avoid seeing a doctor..."

"Shut up!" Xue Shiyong pushed him away and looked at Lang Jiuchuan and said, "What on earth is going on? Is what you said true? Is there really such a thing as stealing luck in exchange for life?"

"What you see may not be entirely true, but Master Xue, if you think about what happened to you recently, you will know whether what you saw is true or not." Lang Jiuchuan said, "You have had bad luck in the past, but have you ever had bad luck like this recently? If you don't get rid of bad luck, this kind of bad luck will not stop until you die."

Xue Shiyong frowned.

After a long while, he said, "How can such a technique be accomplished? Such a technique that harms people can be accomplished by everyone who studies Taoism?"

"Not really. But if I can get your birth date and personal belongings, such as teeth, hair, blood, and nails, and get your personal consent, it won't be difficult to complete this plan. Anyone with a little bit of Taoism can do it."

"How can this be possible? No one can stop such a heinous person?" Xue Shiyong's veins popped out when he heard this and he slammed the table.

Lang Jiuchuan said: "Any evil ways, once the magic is broken, the person who casts the magic will be retaliated. This is the backlash of cause and effect, it can be regarded as retribution. As for whether there is anyone to take care of such people, you two are both high-ranking officials and should know more about the world than me. The Xuan clan exists here, do you know whether they will take care of it?"

The two were stunned. The Xuan clan was a mysterious ancient clan and an existence that they could not touch. Naturally, they were not very clear about the actions of those clans, especially Xue Shiyong, who looked down on supernatural beings and would not take the initiative to find out about them. He only knew that those clans were high and mighty and difficult to deal with.

But he always believed that they were high and mighty, and were praised by the world, and the more people believed in this, the more they praised them.

"Then who did it? Birth dates are rarely passed down, not to mention personal belongings. Oh, and taking the initiative to agree is even more outrageous." Zhao Kun said, "Who is so desperate that he is willing to exchange his life for another's, good luck for bad luck?"

Xue Shiyong agreed with this deeply, he was not a fool.

"An unintentional promise is also a promise. For example, if you accept something from someone else, it is equivalent to you agreeing to the exchange." Lang Jiuchuan looked around his room and didn't see anything wrong.

"Master Xue, why don't you think about what you have collected or picked up since the day you had bad luck?"

"That's a lot. I received a lot of gifts on my birthday last month." Xue Shiyong frowned deeply.

Zhao Kun also frowned and said, "Looking like this is like looking for a needle in a haystack, right? Jiu Niang, can't you count with your fingers?"

Xue Shiyong also looked at her. Yes, that’s one of the charlatans’ catchphrases. The old Taoist priest can tell with his fingers. Don’t you, a little charlatan, know how to do it?

"Master Xue, I am not a good person who only does good things for free." Lang Jiuchuan looked at me with cold eyes, and there was a gleam in his eyes: "Can you pay the price?"

Xue Shiyong shuddered and asked cautiously, "What do you want?"

"Carve a longevity tablet for me and place it in Lu Ning Academy for worship day and night."

Xue Shiyong and Zhao Kun were stunned. What was the price? To carve a longevity tablet?

You don’t want gold, silver, or jewelry, or land or wealth, but you want a longevity charm?

Jiang Che was also a little surprised and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"The academy is the place with the strongest literary energy. My longevity tablet is placed there and worshipped by him day and night, which is equivalent to praying for me and providing me with spiritual power. Isn't the faith and spiritual power of scholars righteous energy?" Lang Jiuchuan's eyes sparkled, and he said, "If he worships day and night, if someone finds out that he is so pious, will they also burn a stick of incense for me? In this way, the spiritual power will accumulate little by little, which is a great good!"

The general said: “!”

She is sure that she will not do anything useless, and once she does something, it will definitely be of great benefit to her!

(End of this chapter)