"Jie Luck Dao!"
It's not that the Yun family hasn't thought about this situation, but under the suppression of the imperial court, Jie Yun Dao has long been a rat in the gutter. If it weren't for the luck-trailing path that still had some use, it might have been completely wiped out long ago.
But just before that, the Xishan Mountain where the imperial mausoleum was located caught fire, and Jie Yun Dao suffered another brutal suppression from the imperial court.
According to the news received by the Yun family, the masters of Jie Luck Taoism are now on the run.
"This matter, wait and see again!"
If there is no way out, she doesn't want to get mixed up with the path of luck. In particular, the news that all the Taoist masters of the Luck Path have become homeless dogs has made Yun's impression of the Luck Path really not very good.
So what if it can win popularity and luck
If you can't find someone with real great luck and great blessings, how long can you last with the little luck you snatched away
…
At this time, in Qushui County, Jiangcheng Prefecture, in a small town called Anding Town, the Taoist Master Jie Yun, who was despised by the Yun family, was wearing a long robe, holding a hexagram flag, and wrote four words: Commoner Divine Fortune.
One hexagram and one article are not allowed to be free of money.
At this time, Master Ji Luck was down and out, just like the fortune teller and liar who was just living in the world.
These days, he has also suffered a lot.
The confidants around him are all dead.
Some people betrayed him and were killed by him or those who were loyal to him.
Some people were killed by betrayers in a sneak attack.
Of course, there are still some people who hide and dare not show their faces again.
The whole world is hunting and killing those who rob the fortune. The scale is so large and the situation is so bad that it is even worse than the founder of the Tang Dynasty.
The Master of Jie Luck Taoism fled all the way, wandering into mountains and rivers, and finally stopped contacting the Jie Luck Taoists from all over the country. He completely cut off contact and finally managed to settle down.
Because the Western Mountain where the imperial mausoleum is located was lit on fire, Emperor Yongping and Princess Da Chang cooperated in a rare and sincere manner, vowing to drive away the evil spirits.
"My destiny is mine, so why would I be in such a difficult situation?"
The Taoist Lord Jie Luck has reflected on it several times, but he still can't figure out why this is happening
"Fortune teller, tell me, how are you lucky today?"
"If you calculate it accurately, it will be of great benefit to you. If you calculate it incorrectly, I will destroy your stall!"
A drunken man suddenly appeared in front of Master Ji Luck and spoke arrogantly.
The Master of Jie Luck accompanied the smiling face, looked at this man, smiled slightly, and said: "Little brother, you are very lucky today. If you can stop before midnight, you can make a lot of money every day!"
"Haha, I can talk!"
"Take it, I rewarded you!"
The drunkard will take out a piece of silver from his pocket and throw it directly to the Master of Luck.
If it were in the past, Ji Luck Dao would not care about such common people, let alone mundane things like gold, silver, and copper coins. But now, he is already alone and his future is unknown.
“It’s time to have a good meal!”
After collecting the scattered silver, Master Jie Luck looked up at the noodle shop a hundred steps away.
He held up his hexagram flag, cleaned up the stall, and walked towards the opposite side.
"Write family letters and complaints, polish pens, copy books, write couplets, inscribe door plaques..."
Passing by a scholar's stall and seeing the words written behind the scholar, Master Jie Luck couldn't help but stop and look at the scholar who was writing furiously.
"Heaven is about to entrust this person with a great responsibility, and he must first work hard on his mind and body..."
Seeing the article the scholar was writing, Master Jie Luck's eyes immediately lit up.
Isn't this what he is talking about
He used to be aloof. Although he had lofty aspirations, he was still far away from this world.
Didn’t Emperor Taizu, the founder of the Tang Dynasty, rise to great heights only after he was exiled to the frontier fortress? Isn't all this exactly the same as he is now
Taoist Jie Yun did not read the entire article written by the scholar, but strode forward towards the noodle shop ahead.
He wanted to have a good meal and then start the path of asceticism.
He wants to establish a Taoist kingdom in this world, how can he be separated from all the people on this earth
"Shopkeeper, please bring two bowls of noodles and add more mutton!"
Master Jie Luck slapped the broken silver on the table that had not yet been warmed.
When the noodle shop owner saw Yinzi, he immediately smiled and responded cheerfully: "Two bowls of noodles, add more mutton!"
Mutton is fishy and smelly, which was something the Tao of Luck did not like in the past.
When he was living in seclusion in Jingxuguan, the capital, all Taoist Master Jie Yun ate was beef.
Although the imperial court ordered that the slaughter of farm cattle be prohibited, for Taoist Lord Jie Luck, he could eat beef no matter what he wanted.
But now, it’s good to eat some mutton.
If it weren't for bad luck, he would even have to eat pork.
Soon, two bowls of noodles were delivered.
Master Jie Yun pointed at the scholar writing outside and said, "Give this bowl to that scholar!"
"Well… ?"
The waiter at the noodle shop was stunned for a moment when he heard the words of Taoist Master Ji Luck, "Sir, are you sure?"
"What? What's the problem?"
"Sir, I don't know. That person is Zhang Juren. He is always there and helps everyone for free. He said he is using this opportunity to practice calligraphy and understand the various aspects of life."
"We don't understand what it means. Anyway, Zhang Juren is not short of money!"
"The richest family in our town is Zhang Juren's family. Zhang Juren may not like your mutton noodles!"
"If I ask you to give it to me, then you will give it to me!"
Although he heard the origin of the scholar from the waiter at the noodle shop, Taoist Master Jie Yun was only stunned for a moment, and still firmly asked the waiter to send the mutton noodles.
"Sure, you are the guest, you have the final say!"
The waiter saw the scraps of silver that Master Jie Luck gave to his shopkeeper. Knowing that this person is a rich master, naturally he doesn't want to offend him.
He immediately left the noodle shop with beef noodles, and in a few steps he came to Zhang Juren who was writing.
"Master Juren, this is what the guest invited you to eat!"
The waiter at the noodle shop turned his head and glanced at the Taoist Master Jie Yun who was sitting in the noodle shop.
Zhang Juren was also stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Master Jie Yun.
The eyes of the two people met, and Master Jie Yun raised the chopsticks in his hand to invite Zhang Juren to eat noodles together.
Zhang Juren helped write a lot of documents for free in this town. This was the first time someone asked him to come forward, so he immediately smiled.
"Second brother, could you please help me bring the noodles back? I'll go in and eat with the old gentleman!"
"Uh, okay, okay!"
The waiter at the noodle shop swallowed his saliva, and his heart skipped a beat, "It turns out that Master Juren also eats mutton noodles!"
Zhang Juren put down his writing brush, used a paperweight to press down the paper he had not finished writing, washed his hands in the basin next to him, took a handkerchief to dry them, and then walked to the noodle shop.
"Xiaosheng, thank you sir for your face!"
Zhang Juren entered the noodle shop and bowed to Master Jie Yun first.
Master Jie Yun nodded slightly, very satisfied with Zhang Juren's attitude, smiled slightly, and said: "Don't say more, eat noodles first!" (End of Chapter)