In the rain, Zhang Qing returned to the Qinhuai River.
Along the way, his cultivation level rose.
Yi Tianjue wasn't as harsh as other cultivation methods. He had to burn incense and meditate. As long as his foundation was stable, he could receive the power of the heavenly secrets while walking.
The power of heaven's secrets was not obtained from cultivation to begin with, but from changing destiny.
Previously, Zhang Qing had to meditate and cultivate because his body was still weak. He had to constantly look into his body to guide the spiritual energy.
There was no need for that now.
"Punishing evil and promoting good is also a merit. Destroying the souls of those corrupt officials still has a lot of heavenly secrets.”
Zhang Qing could feel that he was getting closer to the Soul Splitting Realm.
It was just a thin layer of paper that could be broken by luck.
Thinking of this, Zhang Qing stood up and walked out of the courtyard, heading straight to the shop on the street.
He still had one more thing to do before he left the small courtyard.
"Why isn't Little Daoist holding an umbrella?"
"Hiss, didn't you see? Although the little Taoist priest didn't have an umbrella, the rain didn't touch him! It's really strange."
"Little Taoist is a living immortal!"
The waiters in the shop clicked their tongues in wonder.
The innkeeper personally came up to welcome them, his face full of wrinkles.
"Little Taoist priest, what do you want to eat?"
The shopkeeper's surname was Fang. He had been in the shop for more than ten years. At first, they were husband and wife, but later on, they grew bigger and bigger.
The Roast Duck and Osmanthus Wine of Delicious Cuisine Square were also famous far and near. Old Zhang was often greedy when he was alive, but he was short of money. Every time he passed by, he would stand for a long time.
"Give me two roast ducks and a pot of osmanthus wine.”
"I'm leaving. I'll buy it back to pay my respects to Old Zhang.”
Zhang Qing said with a smile.
Today, he had to move Old Zhang's memorial tablet over. Before that, he should buy some wine and food to pay his respects.
"Alright!"
The innkeeper hurriedly asked the waiter to prepare.
Seeing that Zhang Qing was about to pay, he quickly stopped him,"Little Taoist Master helped me find our Hu Zi last time. How can you ask for money for a meal?”
"Yo, are you preparing to go on a long trip?"
"I'm preparing to move to the inner city."
"We can't meet often in the inner city. How about this? Little Taoist priest, read my fortune and consider it as paying for the wine and meat?”
Manager Fang said reluctantly.
In fact, he had just asked Zhang Qing to check his fate not long ago. In such a short period of time, his fate usually wouldn't change much.
When the others heard this, they also came over.
"Little Taoist priest is leaving?"
"Then I want to have my fortune read too. I feel uncomfortable all over because I haven't seen the little Taoist priest for a few days.”
"I heard that Shopkeeper Su from the East Market asked the little Taoist priest for a jade talisman. The business is like a market. How can you ask for the little Taoist priest's talisman? I also want to invite a few back."
"If those corrupt officials who were beheaded at the market today knew their fate, they should have come to the little Taoist priest earlier.”
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When the diners heard that, they put down their chopsticks.
Good heavens, could fortune-telling be addictive?
But since he said so, Zhang Qing nodded and smiled,"We, master and disciple, would like to thank all the neighbors for their help. We won't charge you today.”
"Let Shopkeeper Fang take a look first."
As he spoke, he used the Yi Tianjue to look at Shopkeeper Fang.
They were all neighbors who had already been counted, so there was no need to say any names or past events to build trust.
He just needed to look at the future and see if there were any obstacles or disasters.
Hmm?
Zhang Qing frowned.
Why was there a thick black aura lingering above Manager Fang's head?
The black gas represented that this person was about to face a great disaster. At the very least, his family's wealth would be lost, and at the very least, his family would be destroyed!
That was not right. He had previously divined for Shopkeeper Fang. His life should have been peaceful and smooth without any major storms.
Zhang Qing's heart became serious. He looked around and frowned even more.
Not just Manager Fang.
The entire inn, including the customers, waiters, and cooks, was shrouded in black smoke!
What happened?
Zhang Qing watched what happened after Manager Fang.
After a long time, he let out a long sigh.
He finally knew what had happened.
"Little Taoist, what's wrong?"
Seeing Zhang Qing's frown, Manager Fang asked nervously.
"Shopkeeper, neighbors."
Zhang Qing's expression was solemn, and his voice seemed to pierce straight into her heart." If you trust me, then quickly move away from the Qinhuai River! Pack up as soon as possible and leave before tonight!”
"I'm afraid the Qinhuai River is going to flood!”
The problem was the rain!
It was the end of summer, and the Qinhuai River was in flood season.
Not only would the small courtyard near the river be flooded, but even the people on both sides of the Qinhuai River would suffer!
Not only the diners in the restaurant, but all the people on both sides of the river would be in trouble!
"What do you mean?”
"I've lived by the Qinhuai River for more than ten years. How am I supposed to move in such a short period of time?”
"The Qinhuai River is flooding? The Imperial Court spent so much money every year, how could it be overflowing?”
Instantly, the restaurant exploded.
If someone else said that, the neighbors would definitely not have a surname.
However, Zhang Qing had been fortune-telling by the Qinhuai River for so long that his divinations were always accurate. His prestige had long been established. Perhaps his words were second only to Old Zhu's imperial edict.
At this moment, a figure in an official robe walked in from outside the door.
He was not old and looked to be in his early twenties, but he had the temperament of a superior. One look and one could tell that he was from an official family.
"Who is spreading nonsense? The government hasn't given the order yet. What are you trying to do by inciting the hearts of the people?”
Yan Yan walked in with a frown.
He had just been ordered to survey the water level by the Qinhuai River and was prepared to come in to rest and wait for the rain to stop before going.
Then, he heard Zhang Qing persuading everyone to move.
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