Chapter 755: Fortune Telling

"This is Panshifang City. I have paid the stall fee. If you attack me, you are provoking the three families."

The stall owner's face changed drastically, and before he finished speaking, he felt a huge force coming from Chen Luo's palm. The surrounding air turned into a viscous liquid, his open mouth was frozen in the air, and even the spiritual power in his body was frozen into a dead thing.

The whole world felt like someone had pressed the pause button, and he could only watch helplessly as the other person's palm was gently placed on the top of his head.

"Search for souls."

A cold voice sounded in the stall owner's ears, strange power poured in, and the scene came to an abrupt end.

Until Chen Luo left the stall, the onlookers still stayed where they were. Under the power of the Illusion God Gu, the pictures these people saw were completely different from reality. Even when Chen Luo disappeared in the end, they did not notice anything unusual.

"It was stolen."

Walking out of the long street, Chen Luo frowned.

After soul searching, he quickly found the information he wanted. But the result made him a little disappointed. There was no information about tomb robbing in the memory of the stall owner. This guy and the man and woman who were responsible for raising the price before were part of a gang of robbery cultivators. What they most often did was lure the 'fat sheep' out to kill them. Previously, the stall owner asked Chen Luo to add money to lead the way, with the purpose of taking him out and killing him.

In order to ensure that there would be no accidents, the three of them also prepared many back-ups, such as soul poison, formations, spiritual talismans, etc.

The empty sword on the stall was obtained through this method.

The corpse of the murdered man was burned completely by them, which eliminated the possibility of Chen Luo going over to pick up the 'brain'.

Bang bang! !

The men and women of Jie cultivators standing in the crowd suddenly exploded, and blood spattered all over the ground. For people who dare to plot against him, Chen Luo always deals with them directly, without any separation at night.

The long street was stained with blood, but it did not affect normal operations.

The onlookers standing nearby still stopped in place, booing at the empty stalls. They had the same smiles on their faces as before, letting the blood flow down their bodies. The scene was extremely weird.

The power of Illusion God Gu is like a reflection. It hides the reality under the picture and projects a scene that is completely fabricated by it. Unless the person affected has a higher level of cultivation than Chen Luo, it will be impossible for him to discover these illusions until his death.

"Does the guest want a fortune telling?"

When Chen Luo was about to return to the cave, a stall owner next to him suddenly stopped him.

Beside the stone bridge, a gray-haired Taoist sat cross-legged on the big stone at the intersection. This man was wearing a large Taoist robe, with the cuffs hanging to the ground. His eyes were as dark as abyss, and he was looking straight at Chen Luo.

There was a long wooden table propped up in front of him, with a piece of yellow cloth spread on it, on which a bunch of strange patterns were drawn with a black and red brush. A withered yellow bamboo tube was placed in the center, filled with life-tickets.

A fortune teller.

"You are not from Panshifang City."

Chen Luo stopped. He was still surrounded by the power of the phantom god Gu, and no one in Panshifang City could see him. Only the Taoist of unknown origin in front of him saw through him and wanted to give him a fortune. This kind of person is not an easy person at first glance, at least his cultivation level will not be weaker than him.

"Let's do a fortune telling. If it doesn't work, no money."

With a smile on his face, the Taoist stretched out the lottery tube forward.

"Then forget it and take a look."

Chen Luo narrowed his eyes and quietly withdrew his consciousness. Just now he sensed it with his spiritual consciousness and found that there was no Taoist in front of him at all, only a big stone. In other words, the Taoist in front of him can only be seen with the naked eye. On the contrary, his presence cannot be detected by any senses such as divine consciousness and divine soul.

This reminded Chen Luo of an acquaintance.

The Taoist took back the lotus tube and began to shake it gently. No questions or divination, just start drawing lots.

"What do you mean if you don't ask me?"

Chen Luo looked at the Taoist in front of him and became more certain about his inner guess. This is a time and space eight thousand years ago. Some people who would be difficult to meet eight thousand years later may be active in this era. For example, Ge Xian and Wang Chengguan are likely to be in this time period. These two immortal cultivators, whose cultivation has exceeded the limit of the Corpse Immortal Way in later generations, can only break through at this time, or at an earlier time.

Especially Ge Xian.

After the sudden change in the world of immortality, he was the only strong man who dared to call himself an 'immortal'.

Although the Taoist in front of him did not report his family name, Chen Luo didn't need to ask about many things, he just needed to sense his aura.

‘Gexian! ’

‘The old guy named Ge. ’

Looking at the feedback from the external brain, the smile on Chen Luo's face became brighter.

"As I said just now, I am a fortune teller. There are very few things in this world that can be hidden from me, including the questions you want to ask." The Taoist answered Chen Luo's question while shaking the lottery tube.

After a while, a bamboo stick fell out of the tube.

There are only four words on the hexagram sign.

Mountains and rivers are changing day by day.

"What's the explanation?"

Chen Luo picked up the bamboo stick and sensed it with his spiritual consciousness. He determined that the stick was just an ordinary bamboo stick and there was no trace of any spiritual energy refining inside.

"My surname is Ge."

The Taoist took the bamboo stick and said with a smile.

It seemed like he was answering Chen Luo's question, but also like he was talking to himself.

"Gexian?" The Taoist did not answer the question, but put the bamboo stick on the table, looked at Chen Luo opposite and continued.

"I am not an immortal, and my fellow Taoist is not from this era. I would like to know how you, an anomaly, participated in the changes of the general trend."

Chen Luo became more and more certain about the origin of the old guy opposite. He could see through his true nature at a glance. Among the people he knew, only Ge Xian could do this. So he immediately asked.

"What is the general change?"

"I don't know. There are very few things in this world that I can't figure out, and you happen to be one of them." Taoist surnamed Ge said sincerely.

"I came here just to see you. Now that my goal is achieved, it's time for me to leave."

Taoist surnamed Ge put away the lottery tube, stood up and neatly folded the yellow cloth on the table, then waved away the tables and chairs. Without looking at Chen Luo, who was standing in front of the stall, he waved his hand coolly and planned to turn around and leave.

A hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder, stopping his movement to leave.

"Senior, wait!"

After finally catching the person suspected of being Ge Xian, how could Chen Luo just let him go.

After such a long time, his Illusion God Gu has been adjusted to the same frequency as the other party and can touch the other party's body.

Since the last tribulation, he has been trying to resolve the misunderstanding with Senior Ge. It's a pity that Ge Xian, eight thousand years later, doesn't believe him. No matter what method he uses, the other party is unwilling to have anything to do with him anymore, which makes him very regretful.

Now that he saw an opportunity to resolve the misunderstanding, he naturally wanted to invite him.

"We monks should move forward bravely and never give up halfway."

Chen Luozheng said eloquently.

This made Taoist Ge hesitate. He came all the way here just because he noticed something strange here, so he wanted to come and take a look. It was only after meeting him that his spirituality kept reminding him to stay away from this person, and that's when he made the subsequent decision.

But it is certainly impossible not to be curious.

"this"

He was a little curious about how Chen Luo touched him.

His current magical power is something that few people in the world of immortality can see through, let alone touch.

The mere fact of touching him was worth a second glance.

"Senior can leave a mark on me. With this mark, you can detect any changes in me immediately. In this way, you don't have to take risks, but you can also figure out the problems with me. Isn't it better to kill two birds with one stone?"

Chen Luo's words made Taoist Ge a little moved, but for some reason, when he wanted to leave a mark, his spirituality kept warning him. After much consideration, Taoist surnamed Ge still couldn't suppress his inner curiosity and chose to leave a mark on Chen Luo.

"That's fine."

With this relationship, the relationship between the two has become much closer.

Chen Luo took the initiative to invite Taoist surnamed Ge to rest in his cave. Taoist surnamed Ge, who was originally planning to leave, changed his mind after this incident and moved into the cave with Chen Luo.

The cave in the mountain is huge.

After Mu Jianyu left, the cave next to him became empty, so Chen Luo arranged for Taoist surnamed Ge to move inside. Later, two caves were pierced to facilitate communication between him and Taoist surnamed Ge.

Light rain.

The air is fresh.

Chen Luohe walked into the small courtyard. This courtyard was moved by Chen Luo from the Dongtian Gourd. There are many similar buildings in the cave gourd. Chen Luo, who is used to wandering outside, has prepared everything.

Taoist surnamed Ge sat on a big stone in the courtyard, surrounded by talismans and spiritual materials.

He practices martial arts.

The number of this type of monks is very small. Most of them can only cultivate to the realm of pill formation, and those in the Nascent Soul realm are rare. Because magicians like to deduce heavenly secrets, almost every magical power of this kind is linked to longevity. The more complicated the derivation is and the more people are involved, the more exaggerated the lifespan consumed.

All the Tianji cultivators picked up by Chen Luo's external brain died of exhaustion of their longevity.

It’s still going on until death.

Chen Luo was not sure that the Taoist named Ge was Ge Xian, but judging from his reaction, even if he was not Ge Xian, he was definitely closely related to Ge Xian. In later generations, Ge Xian practiced the 'Yan Dharma' and participated in the ghost path. What kind of technique requires him to give up his human body and become a ghost and immortal?

Shouyuan!

That's the only way it makes sense.

"Senior, have you calculated anything?"

Chen Luo used the Tianji cultivator's brain in his body to understand some content appropriately. But these brains are obviously not as good as Ge Xian's. If you can't understand some complicated 'divine runes', you just can't understand them. Even if you gather more mediocre people, you can't understand them.

"In the southeast direction, there are evil stars in the sky, and there is great evil appearing in the world."

Taoist surnamed Ge put the talisman paper aside and said calmly.

There must have been great changes in time and space eight thousand years ago, otherwise future generations would not have transformed into the Corpse Immortal Path. (End of chapter)