Chapter 144 I Will Become the God of the New Era!

"Master! Master! Who was that girl just now? What did she want from you?" Jun Wushang rushed into the hall impatiently.

Taoist priest Xuanqing glanced at him and said lightly, "Of course I came here because of his fame."

"Master, just brag. The Changsheng Taoist Temple has been open in Star City for almost a year. This is the first time a customer has come to the door. Are you still here because of its reputation?"

"You know what the heck, my master has told you a long time ago. When I was a master in the imperial capital, even the members of the royal family had to respectfully call me a Taoist priest when they saw my master, especially those nobles below. I want to see my teacher even if I break my head..."

"Yes, yes, master, you are the best at bragging." Jun Wushang had obviously already heard these words.

"Evil disciple!" Taoist Master Xuanqing was angry: "Thanks to my master, I still want to ask for a piece of extraordinary material [Sword Heart Transparent] for you, but you dare to doubt my master, you are really looking for a fight!"

Taoist priest Xuanqing kicked Jun Wushang on the butt, sending him flying against the wall.

"Ouch!" Jun Wushang rubbed his butt with an angry look on his face: "Well, you old man, just do it if the cowhide is punctured, right? You can make your own lunch today, I won't wait for you anymore."

Facing Jun Wushang's threat, Taoist Master Xuanqing took out his sleeves nonchalantly, and then threw out a hundred-yuan coin: "Disciple, you can't live in trouble just for the sake of anger and money, don't you think so?"

Jun Wushang glanced disdainfully at the hundred-dollar bills that fell on the ground: "Do you think I'm still as easy to deceive as before? One hundred yuan gives you four dishes and one soup a week? Let me tell you, young master, I have joined the Bronze Coffin Company , I am deeply appreciated by my boss, even the minister of Bronze Coffin is my brother-in-law. Do you know how much my salary is per month?”

Uh-huh!

Old Taoist Xuan Qing threw out a hundred-dollar bill again: "Two hundred, no more."

Jun Wushang was furious, feeling that his dignity had been trampled on: "Three hundred! Not even one less!"

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The next day, Sikong Zhen and Mu Lingxi came to the door again, bringing a bank card and an orchid with eight blade-like leaves. Each leaf shone with cold light, as if it could cut through steel.

Taoist Xuan Qing's old face smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum. He warmly welcomed the two in and even provided tea. This was a service after payment.

"Taoist Master Xuanqing, you've got to work." Sikong Zhen said calmly.

Old Taoist Xuanqing waved his hands repeatedly with a stern look on his face: "Hey, it's not troublesome, it's not troublesome. What's the point of losing a few years of my life if I can help the empire?"

Sikong Zhen didn't care about the other party's change of attitude, he only wanted the result.

Taoist Master Xuanqing began to take a bath and burn incense. He first went back to his room and took a bath for an hour. Then he changed into a clean Taoist robe, put on a black Taoist crown, and respectfully lit three incense sticks for the pocket version of the statue of the Immortal Lord. Light smoke curled up, and then the fortune-telling began.

A simple copper coin sword appeared in his hand, and he chanted an unknown spell in his mouth. His body moved with the wind, and while dancing the sword, he took out a stack of yellow talismans from his arms and sprinkled them into the air.

Mu Lingxi frowned when she saw this magic stick operation. It could no longer be said that it looked like a magic stick, it was simply a magic stick. She even suspected that Taoist Xuanqing had learned the fortune-telling method from some junk TV series. It was exactly the same.

Is it time to breathe fire next?

Sure enough, Taoist Master Xuanqing took out the red gourd from his waist, took a sip and then sprayed it towards the candle placed on the wooden table, boom!

A large group of flames appeared, burning the surrounding air. Some of the falling yellow talisman papers were ignited when they encountered the flames. The scene looked quite spectacular.

It was just a coincidence that with the breeze blowing, a piece of lit yellow talisman paper happened to fall on the head of the statue of Immortal Lord.

"What a Heavenly Lord!" Taoist Master Xuanqing's expression changed drastically, and he rushed to put out the fire for the Changsheng Heavenly Lord. The fire was quickly extinguished, but the Changsheng Heavenly Lord also became disgraced.

"Don't blame Tianzun, don't blame Tianzun." He wiped the statue of Tianzun nervously with his sleeves for a long time, and even wiped off a piece of red paint on the statue.

"Ah!? Tianzun, no, no, no, please don't peel off the paint."

Mu Lingxi was completely speechless. She looked at Sikong Zhen and found that under his calm face, the corners of his mouth were also twitching.

"Taoist Master, it's not settled yet?" She couldn't help but urge her.

As a result, Taoist Master Xuanqing rolled his eyes: "Why are you making such a fuss? Didn't you see that Tianzun was angry?"

He touched up the paint again, kowtowed and kowtowed again and again. After working for half an hour, he finally got back on track.

I saw Old Taoist Xuanqing kneeling in front of the Immortal Lord, biting his finger, and dripping a drop of blood on the statue: "Disciple Xuanqing, I respectfully ask the Lord to use his magical powers!"

Uh-huh!

The statue of the Immortal Lord suddenly erupted with a burst of strange blue light, forming an image in mid-air like a projection. The image trembled like water waves and gradually became clear.

Mu Lingxi was stunned. So this is the so-called fortune-telling. Is it asking the gods to use their magical powers? Then what were you doing before taking a bath, burning incense and dancing? ?

Is it a purely additional service that makes us feel that spending 100 million is worth it?

The image in mid-air became clearer and clearer, and Xuan Qing's face actually aged several years at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was precisely because of seeing this scene that Mu Lingxi gave up her plan to get the 100 million back afterwards.

"This is... the seven deadly sins!" Mu Lingxi exclaimed, staring at the picture in the air. At this time, the picture has been completely formed. Seven men and women in tuxedos appeared on it. They have different figures, some are tall and slender, and some are muscular. The only thing in common is that they all wear the same silver mask on their faces.

The picture expanded again, and several people also saw the scene clearly.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, the earth cracked, the mountains and rivers collapsed, and the once prosperous city became a ruin. The fire flickered in the ruins, ruthlessly devouring everything. The whole world seemed to fall into endless darkness and despair.

And in this broken world, seven men and women in tuxedos and silver masks stood proudly. They stood on the top of the ruins, like the masters of all things. The arrogant leader raised his chin slightly, and looked at the destruction of the world with an arrogant look.

Mu Lingxi took a breath of cold air. Sikong Zhen had already frowned. The screen began to flash continuously. More and more things appeared in the screen. They saw countless broken limbs and debris, the collapse of the empire, and the destruction of human civilization.

"Everyone, the old era has ended, and the new era is coming." An arrogant voice sounded in the screen.

He stood at the top, as if he had stepped on the whole world, as if announcing to the world: "And I... will become the god of the new era!"

There was a deep arrogance in the calm words, which was the arrogance that was above all living beings and belonged to God alone!