Chapter 1099 I Am Yan Tao, but I Am Not Yan Tao 12

The young man's voice was soft and light, as if the ice and snow on the high mountains were melting and the sound of ice springs was flowing past his ears.

Young Master Yan turned his head slightly, his face as handsome as ice and snow.

A smile appeared on Yin Hongruomei's thin lips.

The smile was light and faint, seeming to be mocking but not mocking, seeming to be sarcastic but not sarcastic.

As soon as his eyes fell, he felt as if ice energy entered his body instantly, making people shudder as if he had been awakened by ice cubes.

The girls were stunned for a moment and then were dragged away by the laymen.

On the other hand, the people in the fasting room looked at the young man and could not look away for a moment.

When this young man spoke, he exuded an extremely noble aura.

It seems like just now, if someone else said those words, it might be a bit funny.

It came out of her mouth as if it was natural.

This boy is far more charming and meaningful than the one online.

His aura is extremely powerful, not even comparable to those of so-called entertainment stars.

Yan Tao: Photo.

Xiaoqi: Master, don’t worry about me doing things.

I also secretly gave her a small gift.

I won’t tell you this.

Hee hee hee……

It's half past eight.

Qin Zong and Yan Tao walked to a secluded courtyard. The walls of the courtyard were covered with ivy.

Qin Zong opened the door, took the young man's hand into the yard, and knocked on the door gently.

"Tuk-"

"Tuk tuk——"

As soon as I stepped into the room, I saw the burning sandalwood in front of the window, and the strands turned into clouds and smoke, which was quiet and peaceful.

Sitting cross-legged next to the tea table was a middle-aged Taoist priest who looked to be in his early fifties, with gentle eyebrows and slender beard.

There is a white fly whisk placed quietly in the crook of his arms, and his eyes are slightly closed.

A perfect Taoist master.

Master Yan raised his eyebrows slightly: Well, this guy is pretending well.

"Taoist Priest Qingyang."

Qin Zong lowered his eyes and called him, holding Yan Tao and sitting across the table from Qingyang.

Qingyang opened his eyes.

He opened his eyes, his eyes were narrow and sharp, and the left and right pupils showed completely different colors.

The left eye is light gray and the right eye is dark.

Born with different eyes.

Yan Tao raised his eyes slightly.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The color of the eyes is yin on the left and yang on the right.

If the eight characters match, it can be judged in the Yang world.

I can't complain, the old abbot of Tanjia Temple will ask this Taoist priest for advice.

Yang Jianjian has always been a legendary figure.

It was also the first time for her to see him.

Taoist Qingyang looked at the handsome young man opposite, his eyes moved slightly.

Qin Zong raised his eyes and looked at Qingyang: "Taoist Master, can you see it?"

"Well, I also need the birthday and horoscope."

Qin Zong opened his thin lips slightly and reported Yan Tao's birthday.

Hearing this, Qingyang glanced at Yan Tao again, chuckled and shook his head, "Xiao Zong, I told you a long time ago that the person you asked me to count is dead. This birth date is a sign of early death. A person should only live to be eight years old before he becomes a dead soul in the path of reincarnation."

"Presumably, this child is not who you say he is."

Xiao Qi clenched her fists nervously: Damn it!

Master, this old Taoist priest is so tall, fuck me!

You can actually calculate someone's death just by using their horoscopes!

Yan Tao slowly narrowed his eyes, his peach blossom eyes glowing with a sharp and cold light.

She also calculated the person's destiny three times in a row, but the hexagrams were in confusion and she could not calculate the person's true destiny at all.

It's as if the destiny has been hidden.

Yan Tao originally thought that it was because he occupied this body that he could not calculate it.

Unexpectedly, there are still people on this planet who have reached such a high level of divination cultivation.

"You said she died when she was eight years old?"