Royal Guard

Chapter 122 Meeting the White Dragon King

The night in Bangkok is particularly stuffy. Although it is golden autumn and October, Thailand is located in the tropics, and the night is humid and hot.

Jiang Hailong sat cross-legged in a pavilion in Bangkok's 'Lampini Park', his spiritual thoughts were released, and he locked on a mouse 500 meters away.

That's right, he didn't go back to Jiafu Manor, but directly found such a sparsely populated park at night to conduct experimental training.

Under the lock of divine sense, the mouse was completely unaware, looking for food everywhere, and Jiang Hailong was also in a state of high concentration.

How to attack through spiritual thoughts is an incredible and magical process. Huo Laodao only told him to concentrate his mental power while meditating, and use pure spiritual power to cooperate with the power of spiritual thoughts to fuse together and attack from a distance.

However, it seems very difficult to achieve this unbelievable magical method. He has been sitting on the ground for five hours, and it is already past one o'clock in the morning, but he has not gained anything during these five hours.

Although the divine mind can be locked and released, it still cannot mix its own power into it, and there is no slightest induction.

"What's going on? Could it be that my way of meditating is wrong?" Gradually, Jiang Hailong stopped working and frowned tightly.

Only by proficiently using spiritual power can one hope to step into the highest level of the late stage of Qi Condensation.

There are many Qi practitioners in China who stop in the middle stage because they are unable to attack with spiritual power, they are stuck there unable to move an inch, and die all their lives.

But now, Jiang Hailong really felt the four-character idiom of 'powerless'.

Although he has unparalleled spiritual power, those powers are not under his control, and he is really powerless.

"No, come again!" Jiang Hailong shook his head, took a deep breath, closed his eyes again, let out his spiritual thoughts, entered meditation, and tried to play with the mouse that was looking for food hundreds of meters away.

Gradually, it was dawn, and there were more and more people in the park. Jiang Hailong's body was covered with a layer of dew. With his eyes closed, his brows were still tightly furrowed, and his fists were tightly clenched. There was a brief rush of breathing.

"Why is it still not working? My mental strength is already very concentrated, and I have tried various attack methods during meditation, but why didn't I respond to that mouse at all? Is there no hope for me to break through the late stage of Qi Condensation in my life?" Jiang Hailong had a feeling Unspeakably frustrated and powerless, he felt that he had encountered the biggest problem in his life.

If he couldn't take this step by himself, then he might never become a master.

There were more and more people in the park, and gradually someone noticed him. When the sun rose in the east, he got up and left with a trace of distress and doubt.

This night, he failed the first attempt, and it was the first time he knew the feeling of being 'out of reach'.

Due to Huo Laodao's punishment yesterday afternoon, those who were watching had long since disappeared. When Jiang Hailong returned to Jiafu Manor, a convoy was about to set off, and Xu Heimian was going out to visit a fortune teller named 'White Dragon King' gentlemen.

Jiang Hailong, the White Dragon King, had never heard of him, and he didn't know why Xu Heimian went to visit a fortune teller with great fanfare.

"Hai Long, you're back, aren't you injured?" Xu Heimian got out of the car with a worried look on his face. Jiang Hailong didn't even bring his cell phone with him before he went out. He was so anxious that night.

"No." Jiang Hailong shook his head and said.

"Then let's get in the car. I'm going to see the White Dragon King today." Xu Heimian dragged Jiang Hailong into his car, and didn't ask Jiang Hailong if he had eaten.

But today Xu Heimian and the fat monk are both wearing white clothes, Xu Heimian is in a white Tang suit, and the fat monk is in a white suit, and the exposed bald head is a bit nondescript.

The convoy set off quickly, and Xu Heimian also explained the legend of the White Dragon King to Jiang Hailong.

"You know Andy Lau and Tony Leung, right?"

"You know Shu Qi and Ren Xianqi, right?"

"You know Zhang Guoli and the Xiang brothers from Hong Kong?"

"You know director Lau Wai Keung who filmed Infernal Affairs?"

"You know Macau Gambling King?"

Xu Hei's face was violent, and he said a lot of star directors, gang bosses, and even gambling kings.

"You know? What's the matter?" Jiang Hailong wondered.

"It's good to know." Xu Heilian nodded and said, "The one I'm visiting today is the White Dragon King who is called a living god in Southeast Asia. He is also a career consultant for many famous directors in Hong Kong, and even the godfather of the underworld."

"This White Dragon King is legendary. Some people from Hong Kong, Macau, the Mainland, and Southeast Asia come to Thailand once a year to ask the White Dragon King for advice and hexagrams. Afterwards, those people's careers will skyrocket."

"I heard that he used to repair electrical appliances or bicycles. Then suddenly one day a white dragon possessed him. From then on, he called himself a white dragon and always wore white clothes. This person was also revered as a god on the road in Thailand."

"Before I came to Thailand, I asked Jiafu to meet the old man. He promised to meet me today, so let's go early to show our sincerity, and then we will burn incense and kowtow."

"A fortune teller is so strong?" After hearing what Xu Heimian said, Jiang Hailong was also shocked. A fortune teller can be fooled to such an extent. It's a super fool.

"Shh, don't talk nonsense." Xu Heimian motioned Jiang Hailong to lower his voice, and said, "What fortune tellers, living gods never tell you fortunes, they just give you pointers. When the time comes, you can go in if you want to go in, and if you don't want to go in, just go in." Wait outside, you're not wearing white clothes today, don't make the old man unhappy, I won't be able to see you when the time comes."

"Why didn't you go in?" Jiang Hailong said in amazement: "This kind of fun thing, I had to participate in it back then, and I also saw the demeanor of that living god."

Xu Hei said with a bitter face: "Then you must not talk too much when the time comes, just stand at a distance. Anyway, I am begging, not you."

"Okay, I'll just follow you, just be your bodyguard." Jiang Hailong smiled, since he's gone, how can he not see the magic stick?
Of course, he also has some doubts in his heart. From ancient times to the present, fortune-telling is also a kind of inheritance. People in ancient times even believed in fortune-tellers, so in ancient China there were Qin Tianjian, and in foreign countries there were prophets, divination astrologers, etc. .

The Chinese Book of Changes, the Five Elements of Heluo, and Yuan Tiangang's Tuibei Tuibei are all masterpieces of the ancients. Even now, no one can study and understand these things.

Of course, existence is reason, and there are various conclusive legends that prove that fate can indeed be calculated.

But Jiang Hailong didn't believe that a Thai fortune teller from a country of monsters could be so powerful.

Maybe the White Dragon King can understand some Feng Shui, but he doesn't think he can be so magical.

The convoy slowly drove into the vicinity of the White Dragon Temple, and Jiang Hailong found that both sides of the street of the White Dragon Temple were already full of cars parked in order, and there was no forward congestion.

The convoy, including Xu Heimian, stopped safely at the rear, not daring to jump in line.

Then Jia Fu led a group of people to walk for 3 minutes, and Yu Guan went to the White Dragon Temple.

The Bailong Temple is no different from other temples. There are also incense sellers, but they are very expensive.

Xu Fu ordered people to buy a large number of joss sticks, and then distributed them, seventeen per person, to pay homage to the white dragon statue. At the same time, he silently recited his own birth date and what he wanted to pray for.

Everyone followed suit, and Jiang Hailong bowed silently, and then placed seventeen incense candles on seventeen incense burners.

There are reception staff in the White Dragon Temple, maybe Xu Fu had already said hello, so there are two reception staff, one is more familiar with Xu Fu.

"Boss Jia, you come with me, don't make noise, don't talk, you know the rules." The Thai man spoke Thai, Jiang Hailong and Xu Heimian didn't understand a word, but Jia Fu translated it.

"Master Liao, I'm sorry." Jia Fu took the opportunity to pull out a bunch of money from his cuff, US dollars, a total of [-], and stuffed it into Master Liao's hand.

Master Liao didn't look very happy, he acted as if nothing happened, and said something in Chinese: "All honored guests, please come with me."

"Fuck, I just think he's Chinese." Jiang Hailong muttered softly, because Master Liao's appearance is a little different from Thai people's, and he has a Chinese taste.

Not many people followed, except for Jia Fu and Xu Heimian, there were only fat monk and Jiang Hailong.

After entering the side hall, Master Liao asked, "Who are you asking the teacher for advice today?"

"It's me." Xu Heimian replied immediately.

"Give me your birthday horoscope, and I will tell the teacher, but if the teacher refuses to see you after listening to your birthday horoscope, it can only mean that you have no destiny with your tutor, but I will mediate for you." Master Liao took Jia Fu's money, so of course he wanted to speak well in front of the White Dragon King. As long as the White Dragon King is not a fool, he will definitely meet Xu Heimian, after all Xu Heimian is a rich man.

On the surface, the White Dragon King does not require money for fortune-telling, but he does not prevent you from paying damages to the White Dragon Temple. This is a real change of charge.

Xu Heimian immediately reported his birth date. After Master Liao nodded, he turned and entered the back of the side hall.

"Today, the old fairy Bailong Wang sat in the hall, and it seemed that he saw only ten people. When he was in good health, he always saw 100 people when he sat in the hall. After suffering from a serious illness last year, it was difficult to see him at once." Jia Fu sighed One Road.

The reception staff in the side hall poured tea for Jiang Hailong and the others. Zixi Tieguanyin was still the best.

About 40 minutes later, Master Liao came back and said with a smile on his face, "Boss Xu, my teacher promised to see you, but if my teacher doesn't ask, you must not talk."

"Okay, okay, please lead the way, master." Xu Heimian nodded repeatedly in response. He, a mafia hero in the mainland, has maintained a bright smile today.

The group of four were brought to the backyard by Master Liao, and after passing through two halls, they arrived at the main hall where the White Dragon King sits.

The main hall is no different from the main hall of the temple, but the white dragon is enshrined, not the Buddha statue.

A little old man in his 60s, wearing white clothes and white trousers, was sitting on a solid wooden chair in the main hall, and beside him was a disciple in a white robe.

When Jia Fu saw the little old man, he immediately pulled Xu Heimian by the corner of his clothes and knelt on the ground. The fat monk knelt down after thinking for a while, as if he didn't expect to kneel when he saw this old man.

Jiang Hailong frowned, took a step back, and exited the hall. He didn't kneel, but he didn't stand in the hall anymore. After all, he didn't want Xu Heimian to be in trouble.

White Dragon King closed his eyes and smiled. After Jiang Hailong and his party came in, he didn't even open his eyes.

Both Master Liao and the white-robed disciple frowned and looked at Jiang Hailong, but they didn't say anything. The White Dragon King didn't open his eyes, and didn't seem to notice that Jiang Hailong had retreated.

"You have to be careful!~" Suddenly, when no one spoke and didn't know how to start, the White Dragon King who closed his eyes and smiled suddenly yelled, and then opened his eyes , looking at Xu Heimian with a nagging expression.

"The teacher told you to be careful!" Master Liao translated immediately.

(End of this chapter)