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"Nothing much, just that I saw that I was fated to meet a few of you, so I wanted to give you some advice."

This Daoist Priest that looked messy and unkempt was extremely serious, and looked straight ahead. When ordinary people saw the appearances of the three of them, they would at least have some reaction. He definitely wouldn't be like Sloppy Daoist.

Li Qingqing did not believe that a Taoist would be able to calculate. She had received education in society, society, honor, and righteousness, and she was an atheist. Naturally, she did not have a good impression of this Taoist in front of her.

"There are a lot of people who are fated to be with us, so I don't have the time to chat with you." Li Qingqing blocked the Daoist Priest's mouth, mainly because he was afraid that other people would be tricked by him.

Although they were not lacking in money, but sometimes a Daoist's bullsh * t could cause a person to be tangled for a long time, and could even change a person's life.

Seeing that Dong Wen Feng and the rest were about to leave, the Sloppy Daoist said unhurriedly: "Gentlemen, don't worry, this humble one is a cultivator from the Greencloud Monastery, I will definitely not lie to you."

Once Sloppy Daoist had displayed his Green Cloud Monastery's signboard, Dong Wen Feng and the others immediately stopped. After all, the cultivators from Green Cloud Monastery had a good impression of them.

Dong Wen Feng understood after thinking about it, if this Sloppy Daoist was not a cultivator from the Green Cloud Monastery, he would definitely not dare to set up shop in the middle hall.

"Look, the monk is going to tell us his fortune again."

The people around shouted, and many of the park visitors surrounded them, enviously looking at Dong Wen Feng and the rest.

He had always set up stalls here, so it was only three divinities every day. Moreover, the target of this divination was chosen by the Taoist priest at random, and it was not something that could be calculated just because he wanted him to.

Hearing that this Taoist was so interesting, Dong Wen Feng wanted to make a divination. He stood in front of the vendor and asked:

"Daoist leader, how do you calculate and charge for this divination?"

Seeing Dong Wen Feng take the initiative to ask, the crazy Taoist replied with a smile: "This is free of charge. I don't know if you want to consider it as a business, marriage, or something else."

Dong Wen Feng thought about it, and did not know what to think. His career was on the rise now, and there was nothing to worry about.

"Since you can't think of a test, then I will give you one of them!"

After the Sloppy Daoist finished speaking, he took out three bronze coins from his messy robe. Dong Wen Feng could feel a heavy sense of history from the bronze coins, it seemed to be something extraordinary.

The surrounding observers all stopped discussing after Sloppy Daoist made his divination and stared wholeheartedly at the copper coin on the table.

After the three bronze coins had settled, Sloppy Daoist extended out his fingers and continuously calculated. At the start, he still had a smile on his face, but his expression became more and more solemn.

Sloppy Daoist glared at Dong Wen Feng, his sharp gaze piercing into the bottom of Dong Wen Feng's heart.

Then, Sloppy Daoist bit his middle finger and forced out a drop of blood from his finger. Because he was injured, Dong Wen Feng could sense the cultivation level of the man.

He was indeed in the Xiantian realm, and from the look of it, he should be an extraordinary existence in the Xiantian realm.

"Gym"

Sloppy Daoist's mouth issued a sound that he could not understand, the three coins started spinning again, and between the coins, he could feel spirit energy flowing through them.

Sloppy Daoist made a complicated gesture with his hands, Dong Wen Feng felt a strange power pulling him to form a connection with the copper coin.

"Waa, Daoist Mang actually used such a technique. I wonder what he's planning to do this time."

Some people in the crowd saw the crazy Daoist Priest use the blood in his heart to calculate his divination. Although they did not understand the meaning behind this technique, but looking at the past experience, this technique must have been very taxing.

"I remember the last time I heard that the monk was using this technique to calculate the divination. That man who did it is now a high official of the border. Could it be that this man in front of me is also an unspeakably noble person?"

Ever since he began his divination, he had only calculated the blood in his heart three times. This was the fourth time. Dong Wen Feng realised that after the crazy Taoist used his blood, his luck was fluctuating, as though he was being swallowed by something.

Qi was an unreal existence, Dong Wen Feng had only learned a little Qi Observing Spell, he could barely sense its existence and change.

"Phew!"

The bronze coin stopped, Sloppy Daoist's hand gesture also stopped, and he fiercely spat out a mouthful of impure Qi.

"Daoist leader, how is the rumour?" Ren Ke Er asked anxiously, worried that something bad was about to happen.

"It's fine, don't worry too much." However, he still took out a piece of paper, lifted up the brush on the table, and began to sprinkle ink ink on the paper.

The golden dragon and the blue sea fell to the earth,

Dissolving the tribulation would be a profound mystery, and one would be able to arrogantly look down on those born in the dragon city.

After a while, this verse of seven words suddenly appeared on the paper. He did not expect that this Sloppy Daoist actually had such a brush.

Dong Wen Feng picked up the xuan paper and muttered to himself. He tried to read it several times but was unable to understand the profoundness behind it, only that he could sense that the words were indeed related to him.

However, from the looks of it, he guessed that Qing Xiao was the one who was able to look down on the Xiantian realm after his tribulation. However, he had never heard of Qing Xiao.

If the last two lines of the poem were correct, then the first two lines saying that he was a golden dragon descending to the mortal world was bullshit. He was the true form of the poem, so how could he be a demon beast?

"Daoist leader, this poem is too difficult to understand. Can you explain it to me?"

No matter how many times they read, they were unable to understand, so they could only seek help from this deranged Daoist.

"No, no!" His slightly narrowed eyes seemed to be looking at this muddy world.

The deranged Daoist Priest put away the items on the stall as he hummed an unknown tune and happily disappeared from everyone's eyes.

Seeing the deranged Daoist Priest leave, the surrounding people also left. They thought there would be a good show to see, but they didn't expect the divination to be so simple. They had not seen enough.

Dong Wen Feng kept the poem and adjusted his mood, smiling as he followed Ke Er and the others to continue visiting the monastery.

Since what was to come would come sooner or later, and he couldn't avoid it, then there was nothing to worry about. What he needed to do now was to cultivate diligently, and when the time came for disaster to strike, there would be a greater chance of survival.

After thinking about it, Dong Wen Feng's heart was at ease, and unknowingly, his mental state had actually broke through to the peak of Heaven Stage, which could be considered as an unexpected surprise.