Chapter 567: Palm Reading

Be low-key.

Don't just mess around with a little bit of cultivation.

Why pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger?

It's a slap in the face and showing off!

childish!

Not like me.

Never fail to do these.

Because I have no cultivation!

——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Chapter 1004 of "My Diary" by Demon God Zhang

Pushed Tang Ji back.

Zhang Mo continued to drink and eat meat.

Are you kidding? With the prudence of this sect leader, even an ordinary beauty would come here.

This sect leader has to investigate again, let alone a divine envoy.

This sect leader has never believed in "love at first sight". The most it can be is "love at first sight".

Although this sect leader is very handsome, he is not loved by everyone.

This Heart and Moon Divine Envoy looks like trouble.

You can avoid contact, or you should avoid contact.

While eating, an old man came over on crutches.

"Qixing, the candidate divine envoy of the shrine, has met Lord Pleiades divine envoy!"

Zhang Mo didn't even bother to look at him.

There are many old candidates for divine envoys in the Holy City, and this place is simply a place for the monks of the Shrine to retire.

I met a lot of little old men today, and this one was no exception.

"Well, good, good."

Waving his hand, Zhang Mo signaled that the other party could leave.

But the little old man had no intention of leaving. Instead, he took out a pot of wine and said: "The Pleiades God envoy killed the Youyuanxu Realm in anger, and his contribution was huge. I am moved. I hereby bring a pot of Lingbao wine. Dedicated to the Lord, I hope you can taste it!”

Hearing the words "Lingbao Wine", Zhang Mo finally turned around.

The little old man in front of him looked noble, his hands were full of rings, his beard and hair were all white, but his skin was tender and he had a childlike face. Looks very energetic!

"Are you sure it's good wine?"

Zhang Mo reached out and took it.

The little old man said: "Of course!"

Zhang Mo nodded and called Tang Ji over again.

"Come to Tangji and have a jug of good wine. Fill it up for me and let's have a taste together."

Fill three cups, one cup for Zhang Mo, one cup for Tangji, and one cup for the little old man.

Don't tell me, this wine looks different, with a white light.

"please!"

Zhang Mo watched the two of them finish the drink in front of each other.

Tang Ji praised: "What a great wine, Sect Master, why don't you drink it."

Zhang Mo looked at the two of them carefully for a long time, and finally nodded and said: "Okay, it looks fine."

After saying that, I drank a full cup and suddenly felt a wave of fresh energy rushing through my body. In an instant, my whole meridians were opened a lot, and I felt extremely refreshed.

“What a drink!”

Zhang Mo sighed in admiration, as if this wine had the effect of improving his qualifications.

After drinking a glass, Zhang Mo suddenly felt that the little old man in front of him became much more friendly.

Only then did Tang Ji realize, good guy, you are testing poison on me!

"As long as you are satisfied, I also have some good wine here. You can come and drink at any time."

The little old man smiled broadly.

Zhang Mo looked at him and said, "Okay. I remember you. What is your name?"

The little old man looked embarrassed. Is this called remembering?

However, he still replied respectfully: "The old man's name is Qixing. He is a candidate divine envoy of the shrine."

Zhang Mo nodded and said: "Okay, then I'll call you the Seventh Old Man. With just your bottle of wine, if you have any problems in the future, please contact me. I will handle everything I can, and anything I can't..."

After a pause, Zhang Mofang continued: "That still can't be done."

The old man Qixing doesn't know what to say. Aren't you talking nonsense?

With a smile on his face, the old man Qixing said: "Thank you, Lord Divine Envoy. I really have a merciless request. I hope Lord Divine Envoy will agree."

Zhang Mo looked at him and said, "Since it's a merciless invitation, don't say whether it's okay or not. I'll give you a piece of fat, so let's forget about it."

The old man Qixing almost turned green.

Tang Ji gave Zhang Moman another glass and said, "Sect Master, don't embarrass the old man like this. I still have good wine."

This sentence woke up Zhang Mo.

Nodding, Zhang Mo said: "It's just a joke, tell me what it is."

The old man Qixing hurriedly said: "Master Divine Envoy, my cultivation has reached its peak over the past few years, and it is basically unable to rise. So I started to study some side theories such as Feng Shui and Physiognomy. As soon as I walked in, I felt your great blessing, Master Divine Envoy." Qi Tian, ​​a man with strong luck is a rare sight in a hundred years. I really want to give you a fortune, what do you think?"

"Fortune telling?"

Zhang Mo frowned.

Is this thing reliable?

The last time I saw a fortune teller was when I was in Xia Kingdom.

The old guy setting up the stall, when he saw my sect leader sitting there eating barbecue, he dared to say that this sect leader was in a bloody disaster.

The one who was beaten!

Just refuse to admit that you were wrong.

I insist that the bowl of pig blood that my sect leader ate was a disaster of blood and light.

It just deserves a beating!

Zhang Mo looked at the old man Qixing carefully, and then said: "You won't charge me for fortune telling. I tell you, this sect leader has no money and likes prostitution for free."

The old man Qixing replied: "Of course there is no charge."

"Okay then, what are you going to do with calculations? Take a reading, or do a palmistry. Isn't it just touching the bones? If you dare to touch me, I'll beat you up!"

Zhang Mo drank another cup and was in a very good mood.

The old man Qixing said: "Palmistry, just take a look at your palm."

Zhang Mo nodded and stretched out his hand for him to see.

He really felt that it was nonsense to predict a person's future by reading palms.

He has also heard about three lines on his hand.

Represent emotions, life and career respectively.

Is this thing reliable?

If you want to commit suicide someday, just cut off the lifeline?

Zhang Mo continued to drink while letting him see. He wanted to hear what the other party could say.

The Seven-star old man looked at Zhang Mo's hand, and his eyes suddenly began to sparkle.

After a moment, the Seven-star old man exclaimed: "Sir, your fate is a bit strange. Born in a humble family, but not a hard-working life, but a rich life. The life span is intermittent, as if sometimes it decreases, and sometimes it increases..."

Zhang Mo was surprised and said: "There is something. Go on, go on, help me see what my future is like?"

The Seven-star old man stared and said: "Future? Sir, your future is in danger. There will be a bloody disaster in the next few days!"

Zhang Mo's face fell immediately.

Here it comes again!

Why does every fortune teller say the same thing. Can't you change the way you say it?

"Oh!"

Zhang Mo took back his hand and said to the old man Qixing: "I know, you can go now."

The old man Qixing said quickly: "Sir, what if you don't want to listen? There is a solution to this problem!"

"I don't want to listen!"

Zhang Mo waved his hand to send him away, too lazy to say anything more.

The old man Qixing wanted to continue, but Zhang Mo glared at him and said: "Believe it or not, if you keep talking, you will also have a blood disaster, and I guarantee it will be a disaster!"

The old man Qixing dared not say anything and turned away, but a wicked smile rose secretly at the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Mo looked at his back and said: "Those who believe in God actually believe in fortune-telling. If you have anything, you can just ask God yourself."

Tang Ji said puzzledly: "Master, are you mocking fortune-telling or God!"