I'm not a fortune teller.

Chapter 57 Who says I am the author?

"Why don't you ask the head of the Lu family to remove the mark from his mouth?"

In the new house, Zhang Rui casually chose a room to rest at night. The house was too big, and he planned to wait until his second brother and his step-wife came to Beijing before making a plan on how to allocate the rooms. Tomorrow he had to report to the Ministry of Personnel and sort out what he had encountered.

"I have threatened them enough, but if I don't have any evidence, the Lu family might become desperate and do something desperate. There is no need for that."

"Are you sure you can get rid of that thing on your body?" Murong Yunji asked curiously.

"Probably a little bit." Zhang Rui smiled and then said, "You've been here for so long, have you found any problems?"

"I found some." Murong Yunji nodded: "I walked around the capital yesterday and found that many gods worshipped by the people looked familiar, a bit like them."

"The evil spirit from the past?" Zhang Rui continued.

"What on earth happened?" Murong Yunji wondered.

"How should I know?" Zhang Rui rolled his eyes. He had cheated for a moment in the historical novel he wrote and stitched together the unfinished drafts of various fantasy novels into this world. How could a ghost predict what kind of world history would be formed in the end!
"Were there any signs in the world when you were undergoing the tribulation?" Zhang Rui asked curiously.

"There are rumors that the Dharma Ending Age is approaching, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is depleting. In order to maintain the status of practitioners without consuming too much spiritual energy, all major sects have begun to vigorously cultivate strongmen."

"Hercules?" Zhang Rui frowned.

"It's a bit like the warriors of this era." Murong Yunji whispered, "It's just that the strongmen back then only practiced strength, and their blood essence was thick, but they didn't have the sophisticated martial arts like today. Many of the sects' methods of fighting enemies back then seemed to have been cleverly transformed by these strongmen and became their own things."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Rui was a little confused.

"Back then, Qigong practitioners mainly practiced Taoism, and used tactics to deal with their enemies. Whether it was swordplay, magic, or any other tactics, they were all killing tactics driven by spiritual power. Now that the spiritual power in the world is almost exhausted, those Qigong practitioners have mastered various killing tactics of their own. It's very interesting."

"Didn't those strong men in the past have this?" Zhang Rui was curious.

"Of course not." Murong Yunji said with a smile, "In the past, the strongmen were like slaves. They had strong blood but were not good at dealing with evil spirits. Even if they accumulated resources, they would easily become food for the evil spirits. Mastering the art of killing would threaten the Qigong practitioners, but would not be very effective in dealing with the evil spirits. The Qigong practitioners controlled the world, so how could they allow the strongmen who were slaves to master the art of killing to threaten them?"

"I see." Zhang Rui touched his chin, "That is to say, these warriors are now strong men who have practiced the art of killing. It's just that there are no powerful Qigong practitioners in this world to restrict them. But they still can't deal with strange evil spirits, so the world still needs something to fight against evil spirits, which is the warlock now."

"Warlocks can deal with evil spirits, but they are not as strong as the Qigong practitioners in the past. Instead, they are counterbalanced by warriors. The court uses warriors to check warlocks, and uses warlocks to check evil spirits, forming the current balance."

"You let me be reborn as a painting spirit. I found that the evil blood is still full of spiritual power. I was thinking that the spiritual power of this world did not disappear, but..."

"Swallowed by evil spirit." Zhang Rui immediately understood what the other party meant.

That is why there is the profession of sorcerer that coexists with evil spirits today, because the root of human beings' practice of strange magic lies in evil spirits.

"So I don't understand how our human race can survive until now under this situation." Murong Yunji was a little curious.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is controlled by evil spirits, but the human race can still survive until now.

"Many of the righteous gods worshipped by the people are the troublesome evil spirits in my memory. Why have they become gods now? Evil spirits like to kill people because human essence and blood can nourish them and make them stronger. In fact, strong men are their best food, but this world allows warriors to become powerful? If those evil spirits that are worshipped can survive until now, they should have become comparable to ascended immortals. What kind of existence are they now?"

Zhang Rui was silent, thinking of the Qing Feng Niangniang he had met in the temple before. Then he remembered, what Qing Feng Niangniang was that? It was clearly the evil spirit that attracted Yin Qi and was good at disturbing Yin and Yang: the Ghost Phoenix Niangniang!
Now he has become the god of rain for all seasons worshipped by people in the north. What is going on?
"I can see that you don't want to be a sorcerer. Your bones have already been shaped, and it's difficult for you to become a warrior. What exactly do you plan to do?" Murong Yunji asked curiously.

"I didn't think about it before, but now I have a chance." Zhang Rui said, touching his chest.

"You want to use the evil seed planted in your body?" Murong Yunji frowned.

"The centipede has a characteristic. Although the main body can control the centipede, once the main body dies, the centipede will immediately transform and begin to try to evolve into a king and become the new Hundred-Eyed God. This is a characteristic of this evil spirit that allows it to continue to exist."

"You also know that it is after the main body died." Murong Yunji said with a smile: "I have been waiting for you outside the Lu family. Although I have not entered, I can also feel that the evil hidden in the Lu family is close to the power of a natural disaster. It is not comparable to the previous [Chun]. What can you use to kill it?"

"I have this." Zhang Rui took out the Thousand Machine Box.

"You want to?" Murong Yunji looked at the other party in surprise. "The function of the Thousand Machine Box is transformation. The centipede has the ability to evolve into a king, but it requires the main body to be dead as a prerequisite. But what if this condition is changed?"

"Can we do this?" Murong Yunji widened her eyes, feeling that the other party had a rich imagination, and asked curiously: "Has anyone done this before?"

"Probably not." Zhang Rui said while looking at the Thousand Machine Box.

"Then how do you know it will work?"

Zhang Rui looked at the pen floating next to him and smiled: "Of course I know"

Who says I’m the author?
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"Erlang, is this the capital?"

When Miss Mei, who had just married into the Zhang family, stepped into the prosperous Kyoto, she was suddenly dazzled. When she was in the north, she had heard many storytellers talk about the prosperity of Kyoto. But when she really saw it, she found that the storytellers' level was average, or they had never been to Kyoto at all. They could not even describe half of the prosperity before their eyes.

Am I going to live here from now on?

Thinking of this, Mei Er's eyes looked at Zhang Yu even softer. She had thought that the man from the Zhang family would cancel the engagement after being promoted to an official in Beijing, but she had not expected that Erlang would still marry her, the daughter of a small merchant. She was right in her judgment back then and she had chosen a good man.

Luo, who was standing behind him, saw this and a hint of envy flashed in her eyes. The second son of the Zhang family was an honest man with no great prospects, but he was a responsible man who dared to disobey the strong old lady and married the second Miss Mei. The second Miss Mei had a good eye and was very lucky.

Luo's father, standing by, sighed secretly.

When they were about to reach the capital yesterday, they received a letter from the Zhang family saying that the Zhang family had acquired a house and asked them to go there directly after arriving in Beijing and not to meet up at the post station.

What kind of luck did that kid surnamed Zhang have? Not only did he have a successful career, but he was also given a house as a gift right after he arrived in Beijing?
I'm afraid that this person has been targeted by some wealthy people in Beijing.

He has heard a lot of such things. Those who are heartless are mostly scholars. It is normal for Zhang's eldest son to be targeted when he becomes a Beijing official at such a young age. It's a pity for his daughter. I hope the Zhang family won't go too far.

As long as there is a divorce certificate and half of the dowry is left, he will grit his teeth and accept it!
The group followed the location indicated in the letter and asked for directions many times. They wandered around the huge capital for half a day before finding the house. As soon as they arrived outside the house, Luo's father whispered, "Girl, remember not to quarrel later. We can't afford to offend them anymore."

Hearing this, Luo lowered her head and bit her lip tightly: "My daughter knows."

When I asked for directions just now, someone told me that most of the houses in this area are where officials from the six ministries live. With such a large house in such a location, the family that is interested in Zhang Jia Dalang must be of great background!

With such a family backing him up, his father probably couldn't make any trouble even if he wanted to. In a place as complicated as the capital, if he offended an important figure, it would be normal for both father and daughter to disappear quietly.

They no longer have any bargaining power.

"Look, sister-in-law, your brother is here to pick you up!"

Before the group entered the mansion, they saw the main door opened automatically. The old lady and the fourth girl Zhang Meng were all there, and standing in the front was the high-spirited eldest son of the Zhang family.

Zhang Yu was very happy to see the whole family coming out to pick them up. In fact, he respected his sister-in-law very much. After she married into the Zhang family, she managed everything so well. After the Zhang family arrived in the north, most of their food and clothing were subsidized by her sister-in-law's dowry. The business she managed in Fuchuan County made a lot of money every year. With such a virtuous wife, he didn't understand what his mother was dissatisfied with every day.

It seems that my eldest brother still cares about my sister-in-law, otherwise he would not come to pick her up at the door in person.

"How could you come to pick me up?" Luo smiled bitterly.

"Huh?" Zhang Yu was stunned at first, and then he noticed that his family members were definitely not looking at him.

Following their gaze, he saw a very luxurious carriage parked outside the mansion. The maid who got off the carriage carefully supported the hostess in the carriage. Mei Er and the others were slightly stunned. The maid's clothes and the color of her clothes made her feel ashamed. The woman who got off the carriage made a woman like her hold her breath and her heartbeat quicken.

Is there such a beautiful woman in this world?

Luo looked at Zhang Rui standing at the door with a dazed expression, and her heart couldn't help but aching.

Looking at his dusty appearance, he finally smiled bitterly and said, "Dad, shall we go back?"

(End of this chapter)