Chapter 1922 Is It Cute?

"Senior White, didn't you say that you are not very good at fortune telling?" Song Shuhang asked.

"Not very good doesn't mean I don't." Senior White's clone said calmly: "And I have a unique hexagram algorithm."

"I have a set of hexagram signs here, I'll go get it, Fellow Daoist Bai will wait a moment." True Monarch Henghuo said.

In my impression, this set of hexagrams was left by Fairy Yunquezi when he came to visit Confucianism a long time ago.

Before the establishment of the "Jiuzhou No. 1 Group" as a circle of friends, True Monarch Henghuo, Yunquezi, Bai, Huangshan, and others were old friends.

Henghuo Zhenjun quickly ran back to his private courtyard, found the set of silver hexagrams in the treasure house, and came back quickly - he was afraid that it would take too long to get the hexagrams, fellow Daoist Bai and other fellow Daoists. I couldn't wait, I ran directly to his private courtyard to look for a sign, and then I saw his messy private courtyard, which caused his reputation to be ruined.

After returning quickly, he handed the set of silver hexagrams to Bai's clone.

This set of hexagrams is the style often used by fortune-tellers, but generally, fortune-tellers use bamboo or wood chips, while this set of fortune-telling is made of silver.

Although silver is quite valuable, it is worth Segu's money, not spirit stones.

Several people from Song Shuhang gathered around, wanting to see what was special about Senior White's unique hexagram algorithm.

Senior White's clone calmly grabbed the hexagram sign and said something in his mouth.

If you listen carefully, you can hear him repeating: "Calculate the marriage between Zhou Li and Ouyang Yuan."

After reciting this a few times, Senior White grabbed all the hexagrams.

Pass forward.

Song Shuhang asked, "Do you want me to smoke one?"

"No, wait for the hexagram to automatically jump out." Senior White said.

Song Shuhang looked curious.

This hexagram sign automatically jumps out, how to jump?

It feels a bit overwhelming.

This is the same as Gao Moumou wanting to lie down and wait for the characters to be automatically encoded, which is very unscientific.

While thinking about it, suddenly... the whole room vibrated violently.

Lady Onion grabbed Senior Turtle's shell tightly: "Is there an earthquake?"

"Don't worry,

It is the voice of our Confucian disciples who are moving some large-scale caves. "True Monarch Henghuo quickly explained.

The relocation of Confucianism has come to an end, most of the important things have been transferred to the Golden Lotus World, and now there are only some things that are larger or more difficult to carry.

For example, some cave dwellings need to be transferred to the Golden Lotus World. In the process of transportation, bumps and bumps will cause the Confucian courtyard to make an earthquake-like sound.

"So it is." Song Shuhang said.

At the same time, with a ding ~ sound, a hexagram sign 'bounced' in Senior White's hand and fell to the ground.

Because of the vibration just now?

Song Shuhang was thoughtful.

Maybe the next time Gao Moumou develops lazy cancer, he can send Gao Moumou a micro vibration. During the vibration, when Gao Moumou's computer keyboard rolls and collides, he can... code a string of garbled characters!

Then Gao Moumou will be very happy.

...

...

Senior White's clone bent down calmly and picked up the hexagram sign.

On the hexagram sign, a series of complex hexagram words are written, and some patterns are engraved.

However, Senior White did not read these hexagrams or patterns.

He looked at the lottery and said, "The ninth lottery, Jiaren. Great luck. Yes, they are a good pair."

True Monarch Henghuo caressed his beard and smiled: "Then I'll get in touch with fellow Daoists in Huangshan after a while, and try to set a small date for them as soon as possible."

Daoyou Bai's signature can almost be said to be a blessing. With this signature, Zhou Li and 'Mr. Yuqin' Ouyang Yuan's life events will not be changed.

At the same time, Zhenjun Henghuo quietly sent a voice transmission to Ouyang Yuan and told her the good news.

"Come on." Senior White's clone gathered the hexagram sign.

"Senior White, why don't you count for me?" Song Shuhang pointed to himself.

Senior White's clone first glanced at Song Shuhang's eyebrows: "Well, it's okay, this time the eyebrows are not dark."

Song Shuhang: "..."

"Okay, I'll do the math for you. What do you want to do?" Senior White asked.

"It's bad luck." Song Shuhang said.

Confucianism is a good place, but it is also the place where he died the most, so since Senior White opened the divination, he took the opportunity to calculate whether he was lucky or bad today.

"Okay." Senior Bai grabbed all the hexagram signs again, shook them, opened them like a fan, and handed them to Song Shuhang.

"Huh? Did you jump out without waiting for the hexagram sign?" Song Shuhang asked curiously.

Senior White's clone: ​​"It's okay, just aim at you, don't move."

Song Shuhang suddenly opened his mind: "The hexagram sign won't shoot out all of a sudden, will it pierce my heart?"

"Senior, I can satisfy you if you want." Senior White's clone said calmly.

"No, no, no, no, no." Song Shuhang waved his hands again and again.

wow~~

At this time, a strong wind suddenly blew.

The wind blew in from the window and blew up all the books, papers, and small items in the house.

Lady Onion clung to Senior Turtle's shell: "And... is it another Confucian move?"

"No, there are guests here this time." True Monarch Henghuo smiled.

At the window, a bright white crane flapped its wings and stopped.

It is True Monarch White Crane.

The strong wind just now was the strong wind formed by the flapping of its wings when it landed.

Ding~

Among the fan-shaped hexagrams in Senior White's hand, one of the hexagrams fell to the ground under the influence of wind pressure.

coming!

Song Shuhang hurriedly reached out and picked up the hexagram sign and handed it to Senior White, waiting for the result.

Senior Bai took the hexagram sign, glanced at it, and replied: "The 41st sign, Wushen, Zhongji. Yes, your luck will not be too bad today, and it may be a little lucky."

Song Shuhang was relieved: "Haha."

At least this signing of "Zhongji" means that he will not die like last time, and may even be a little lucky.

In that case...

Taking advantage of your luck today, if you have something to do, hurry up and finish it!

Maybe with the luck of his "Zhongji", troublesome things can become smooth, and there will even be windfalls.

"Senior Henghuo." Song Shuhang was full of energy: "Let's go to the Golden Lotus World now and see if there is a way to solve the problem that the 'Heavenly Court Fragment' cannot be transferred to the 'Golden Lotus World'! Luckily, I might be able to solve the troubles of Confucianism in one go."

Seeing Song Shuhang's energetic appearance, True Monarch Henghuo smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll make arrangements now. Little friend Shuhang, wait a moment, and I'll take everyone to the Golden Lotus World in a while."

After all, True Monarch Henghuo waved towards the window: "Daoist Baihe, why do you have time to come to the Confucian school today?"

"Fellow Daoist Henghuo, don't worry about me, just treat me like air, and I won't disturb you." True Monarch White Crane waved his wings.

True Monarch Henghuo didn't care either, he waved his hand with a smile, and then he turned into a light, and swept to the position of the Golden Lotus World.

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at the same time.

in the void of the outer world.

A figure with slender legs stepped out of the gate of space, and a small sun rolled out behind her, emitting a warm light.

Tiandi stretched his waist: "It's almost time."

In today's Confucian school, there are also former members of the "Heavenly Court"—to be precise, there were some Confucian disciples in the Heavenly Court back then.

After the last battle of Heaven and Dao, Confucianism was shattered and was once in a desperate situation. The disciples of Confucianism were attacked by the Nine Nether Demons everywhere and almost collapsed.

After a long period of time, the Emperor of Heaven established the Heavenly Court to suppress the heavens and the world.

The original heaven was all-encompassing, whether it was Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, demons, or demons, as long as they met the conditions, they would all be accepted. Among them, some Confucian disciples joined the ancient heaven.

After the collapse of the Heavenly Court, among the descendants of these Confucian members, there were survivors who returned to Confucianism.

There is nothing wrong with this part of the disciples, they are no different from normal Confucian disciples.

However, the former 'Heavenly Court' was the way of the Heavenly Emperor.

As long as he has joined the Heavenly Court, the Heavenly Emperor can collect some weak information from these Confucian disciples through his own 'Dao'.

When a lot of weak information is gathered together, the Emperor of Heaven can easily get the information he wants.

For example, the hidden 'Heavenly Fragment' of Confucianism, and the world of Confucian golden lotus.

"Let's take back some of the important fragments first." Tiandi secretly said.

She didn't mean to go head-to-head with Confucianism - she just wanted to get back what was hers.

And she still has several things in her hands that Confucianism cannot refuse - for example, among the 13 Confucian robbery immortals, there are several fallen robbed immortals, and at the last moment, she can exchange these things for her own fragments of heaven.

Heavenly Emperor adjusted his state and was preparing to open the door of space again.

But when she stretched out her hand, she suddenly found that the 'space' was blocked.

"Good luck today." A man's voice sounded.

From a shadow in the outer world, a figure stepped out. He was wearing a sheet and looked particularly desolate.

"Senior can be sold for anything, we meet again." Tiandi said delicately.

"Forget it, senior, I can't afford it." The big guy who can sell anything waved his hand: "I didn't expect the dignified emperor to be like this..."

"Are you cute?" Tiandi giggled.

Anything can be sold big guy: "..."

"The fragments of the ancient heaven were originally my things." The emperor stretched out his fingers and said seriously: "I just retrieved my own things."

"That thing, I bought it through regular channels." The big guy who can sell everything said: "I bought the fragments from the heirs of your ancient heaven, so the fragments are already mine."

"My heart is stuffed." The Emperor of Heaven stretched out his hand and pressed his big chest: "Prodigal things, then I can't kill them."

"Then now, give me the fragments." The big guy who can sell anything said slowly: "If it was you in ancient times, I could only admit that I was unlucky. But now... my fists are harder."

"Fist is the last word, so what you said about 'reasonable buying and selling' is all nonsense. In the end, it depends on the fist." Heavenly Emperor raised his hand and said: "Okay, I admit defeat. Then, the three 'Eastern Spring Pavilion' The fragments will be returned to fellow Daoists."