C294 Idyllic
C294 Idyllic
Zhao Tomb Village was extremely famous in the entire Xianyang City. Not only was this place the resting spot of the many imperial mausoleums in the Han Dynasty, but also where many top scorers of the Prodigious Ascension Sect had walked out from, history. This place was also a place where many top scorers of the Prodigious Ascension Sect had roamed for long periods of time.
Standing at the entrance of the village, one could see the bright moon hanging high in the sky.
"This is our Xianyang City's most famous top scholar village, where four top scholar have walked out of, the top few hundred in history, and more than a hundred scholars. In the modern era, this village has also had a national top scholar, and many outsiders have brought their children to live here, making it very easy for people to study here!"
Just as we were about to enter the village and ask about the villagers' Zhao Tomb, a bald, red-clothed little boy walked out from the village. Holding a copper plate in his hand, he slightly bowed towards the three of us and said in a clear voice, "Please follow me, three esteemed guests."
Weiqing looked at Wugong Wenzhi and asked, "Young Master, is he someone that you had arranged for him?"
"Let's go, this is Half Immortal Xian's boy." This person really does have some skill. " As he said that, Wugong Wenzhi took the three scrolls on the plate and opened them. Surprisingly, it was a self-portrait of Weiqing and the other two.
Wugong Wenzhi nodded his head: "Let's go, I'll bring you guys to meet this Half Immortal Xian."
The red-clothed little boy looked at the three of them with a perplexed expression. Wugong Wenzhi waved his hand, indicating him to lead the way as he turned around to lead the way.
"Just trying to be mysterious." Weiqing curled his lips.
How could there be a true Half Immortal in this world with such a godly person who swindled food and drink, and so many pieces of news? Not to mention a mere Half Immortal, even if one was a real deity, one could not predict everything. Destiny is the heaven's will, even if the deities knew of it, they would not say it out loud.
It was just as Yang Erlang had said. Those who leaked their secrets would lose their longevity at best, and at worst, their life would come to an end.
Wugong Wenzhi shook his head disapprovingly.
"Disciple, you are still too young. There are indeed many deceitful swindlers in this world, but don't you think about who your master is? A dignified expert of Efferent Phase, the chairman of the board of directors, it won't be easy for him to hide it from my eyes. Hehe, this Half Immortal Xian really has some skills. "
"Not only have I come, even Elder Fu Feng has come to find this Half Immortal Xian. He hasn't found anything. This Half Immortal Xian calls himself a ghost. Half of the information he knows about the heavens and the half of the information he knows about the underground." He knew half the underground matters as well! In the past, he gave fortune telling to people on the old streets of the Xianyang City. It was said that he made no mistakes and turned a stone into gold, then when he grew old, he would return to the Zhao Tomb Village to retire to his family. His prestige in the village was extremely high, regardless of the happy occasion, the villagers all liked to look for him. No matter what questions you ask him about yourself, he will be able to answer them all.
From Wugong Wenzhi's mouth, Weiqing naturally believed some of what he had heard, and said with a frown: "Is it really that mystical?"
Wugong Wenzhi laughed: "Let's go, now it's more or less time."
Weiqing looked at his watch and said: "It's already past 12."
"Damn, he really did it again!" A few years ago, a rule was set down that if he could not save the poor, he could leave a chance for others to live. Under normal circumstances, he would only give the poor a chance at fortune telling, but he would also leave a chance for the rich to live, and from 12 o'clock to 1 o'clock every day, he would not be able to live for long, no matter how much money he spent! " Hearing the somewhat strange rules, Weiqing sighed, "This Half Immortal Xian sure has a set of methods to gather money!"
To give the poor people a fortune-teller's divination for free, this seemed to be equivalent to saving all living beings and saving fated people. This showed just how powerful this Half Immortal Xian was.
But in reality, this was just a pretense.
How much could a poor man have? If he saved a few hundred yuan, wouldn't he be bragging and advertising for free if he was caught red-handed by this half-immortal cat? With this kind of bragging, this Half Immortal Xian's status was naturally very high. Even if the opportunity for the rich was only an hour, he wouldn't risk his life to send over a large amount of money. This made him look like he had picked up a huge bargain in addition to the money.
What's more, if this Half Immortal Xian really knew everything, the police would have invited him to tea.
After a while, under the guidance of the red-clothed little boy, Weiqing arrived at a courtyard. It was dilapidated and worn out, even half of the paint on the door had fallen off. It looked a little old, but it was actually quite clean inside.
"Esteemed guests, please wait here for a moment and enjoy the hot tea."
The boy very politely arranged for the three of them to sit down and serve them hot tea before heading to a room at the end of the hall. An old man dressed in black sat in front of a table with his back facing Weiqing, and it seemed as if a person was sitting opposite of him. Judging from the muttering of the two of them, this guest should be a woman, crying uncontrollably, no one knew what he was talking about.
About ten minutes later.
A woman in her thirties, dressed in gold and silver, came out of the room with a bag in her hand. Although there were traces of crying and swelling on her face, at this moment, her face was filled with happiness. He was tall and thin, and the frontal bone on his face was protruding very strongly. He did not have the demeanor of an immortal, but instead gave off the feeling of a malnourished immortal. His face was creased and did not have any color, but he had gold teeth embedded within, and he also had two gold earrings.
"Thank you, Half Immortal. You're truly a deity. You know everything. When I return, I will definitely do as you tell me." The woman took out a stack of money from her bag that looked like it was around 30,000 to 40,000 yuan and forcefully stuffed it into the hands of Half Immortal Xian. She said gratefully, "Half Immortal, don't think that's too little. The next time I come, I'll definitely be more filial."
"I'm fine. "See the guests out." Half Immortal Xian put his hand away and shouted at Duck.
The red-clothed little boy slowed down for a moment before bringing the noblewoman out.
"Mr Wu Gong, the three of you, please take a seat!" Half Immortal Xian sat down and looked at the tea in front of the three of them. He picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup, laughed, and said, "I stole half a day's worth of free time, and even a single cup of tea was intoxicating. What's wrong with this tea? It's not to your liking?"
Zuo Ci said indifferently: Do you have wine?
Half Immortal Xian chuckled, "I don't usually drink wine here, but I do have a bottle of Nine Tones Exquisite Wine. I wonder if this little friend is interested in it?" These words were said to Weiqing, causing his expression to change slightly, and he lost his voice: "You have the Nine Dragons Exquisite Wine here?"
How did Half Immortal Xian know he was looking for the wine?