Let’s not talk about Feng Ling’s place for now. When talking about the Huang Lion King, after he brought the meat and wine back to the cave in the mountain, the lion spirit from the next mountain came to his cave.

The lion spirit has purple hair, many hairs, very short ears, small nose, and distracted eyes. If it weren't for his large body, he should be cute in terms of appearance.

The two demons sat in the narrow cave of the Yellow Lion Spirit. The banquet started in broad daylight. The staggering branches in the cave climbed on the rock wall, which looked a bit desolate. The only sense of incongruity was that the two demons were eating the wine and meat made in the market, which was too delicate.

A drop of lamp oil fell onto the stone table. After two decades of wine, the two demons were in a hot conversation. The lion spirit squinted his eyes and took a big bowl of wheels and drank the wine in one sip. Then he started to drink the wine and cried wildly.

The lion spirit is not very alcoholic, so his face is already rosy. He slapped his mouth and sighed: "Oh, it's still a good place for me. I guess I can't live my mountain in a few days."

When the yellow lion spirit heard it, he pinched his nose. He didn't know where the sadness of the lion spirit came from for a moment and asked: "What does this mean by brother? Your mountain is a rare place with abundant spiritual energy. There is also the ancient tree of natural spiritual tea to help practice the immortal path. How could there be no saying that you can't survive."

The Lion Spirit sighed again and explained: "Brother, I don't know that a group of sects came to the south the month ago. They fell in love with our mountain and wanted to take it for themselves. Those sects are always chanting the slogan of subduing demons and eliminating demons. The magic weapons are very powerful. We can't beat them, so we can only hide."

Hearing the difficulties of the lion spirit, the yellow lion spirit shook his head and sighed: "Indeed, it is too much for those Taoist sects to bully us and other demon races by relying on magic weapons. Unfortunately, we have no protection from the great immortals, so we have no way to take them." Then, he paused and thought for a moment, "It would be better for me to leave that mountain. Let's go find a powerful master together and ask for some treasures."

The suggestion of the Yellow Lion Spirit is not on a whim today. In fact, he had the idea of ​​becoming a disciple. He was originally a yellow lion, and he became a scholar from eating the spiritual fruits in the mountains. Therefore, he had never learned any formal methods of cultivating immortals. He had thought about some magic himself and wanted to go down the mountain to become a disciple, but because he was now in power, he was very afraid that he would die as soon as he came out of the mountain, and secondly, he was afraid that he would cause trouble, so he did not dare to travel far and wanted to make friends.

Therefore, since the Lion Spirit has been raised, he just happened to ask the Lion Spirit to walk with him and look for the master together so that he can take care of each other.

But unexpectedly, the Lion Lion Spirit heard the advice of the Yellow Lion Spirit, but was unmoved. Instead, he waved his hand: "Oh, how far can we go out of the mountain? Sooner or later, we will have to turn gray. It's better to die early and be reborn early."

The yellow lion spirit was stunned, thinking that if the lion spirit had not mentioned the mountain before, it was probably because it was enjoying the spiritual energy of its cave and was unwilling to leave. Now he said something about death sooner or later. It was so negative that he didn't understand. So he asked, "Why is this? Although it is indeed dangerous to go down the mountain, I have been practicing for five hundred years. Although you have been a little shorter, you have been practicing for two or three hundred years. How could you not be easily killed by those one or two Taoists."

The lion spirit continued to wave his hand and said negatively: "It's not that I'm worried about those little Taoists, what I'm afraid of..." As he said that, he stopped, picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp, as if he had a courage to calm down, and walked around the yellow lion spirit's ear and whispered, "Did you hear of the demon-shooting banner?"

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At this time, a woman holding a demon-striking banner mentioned by the two demons was looking at the hawker next to the market speechlessly under the scorching sun.

Because just a moment ago, when Feng Ling asked the vendor why there was no "Tianshi Master" here, the vendor immediately cast a surprised look at her. No, or more accurately, the look of a fool, and did not even have the honorary title of "Tao Master", he said, "Girl, what's wrong with you, a little girl, and you want to learn to deceive people. It's a pity that you have a good face."

Feng Ling was stunned and thought about it carefully. It seemed that she hadn't said anything lying today. Why was she called a liar? After wondering, she prepared to theory.

Unexpectedly, the vendor continued to say: "Your fortune-telling and fortune-telling is not working in this city. Who among the people here knows that the so-called "Tianshi" is nothing more than some guys who know some magic, or those who draw talismans and ignite fire. How can you avoid misfortune? Besides, look at you, a young girl, how can she have any cultivation? She learns all her life to deceive others, right?"

After listening to what the vendor said, Feng Ling understood that although there were no Taoist practitioners here, she knew a little about the Taoist practice. Unlike other towns, when she saw Taoist priests randomly draw Taoist talismans and slap them, she was regarded as a god.

I just heard from the vendors that they were afraid they only knew some basic knowledge about Taoism, otherwise they would not have seen Feng Ling as a fake Tianshi pretending to be a Taoist priest and cheating him. You must know that the saying that don’t deceive the young man and the poor is feasible in all walks of life!

There are three thousand great ways in this world. Who said that he had not cultivated his cultivation at a young age? However, what he said was right. Feng Ling's cultivation was not high, and she was just a rough idea of ​​divination. Most of the rest were half-guessed and half-recommended by others. However, this is still fundamentally different from the scammers in the world. Although it is similar, Feng Ling is "not much" different, and it is not a random thing. Fifty steps and one hundred steps are still a gap.

However, Feng Ling could not refute this, so she had to ask: "Oh, I heard from my elder brother, do you know how to tell fortunes? Even if you meet an expert, it's not rare?"

The vendor shook his hand and replied, "It's not that we can tell fortunes and fortunes, but it's not rare. This city is a remote small town. Those peddlers don't go through this place on weekdays, so there are no major disasters. So it's enough for us to have the guy Huang Er to tell fortunes and bad luck."

Speaking of this, the vendor seemed to be intrigued. He actually walked straight to Feng Ling, found a place to sit down, and then said, "When it comes to that guy Huang Er, he is really a rogue. If he hadn't been able to come to find some mountain goods from time to time, I would have to come to him!"

This hawker is really a chattering thing, and he can't stop it as soon as he opens it. Feng Ling just thought that her business was blocked and wanted to find out. Who knows why this guy got involved with "Huang Er". Fortunately, she was having an unexpected leisure today, so she chatted, so she chatted, so she chatted, "I wonder what deep hatred between brother and Huang Er have?"

When the vendor heard Feng Ling's response, he immediately took out the momentum of a storyteller. Not only did he tell the story, but he also gestured, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Hey! Huang Er had delicious wine and meat. Every time he sold the mountain goods, he would come to me to drink, but when I woke up, he disappeared. He didn't pay the silver ounce and drank a lot of wine. Do you think it's abominable?"

Feng Ling narrowed her eyes and thought to herself, you are awesome every time you are a sucker! But the listener is not responsible for making jokes, otherwise it would make the storyteller sad for no reason, but it is hers. So Feng Ling nodded and said perfunctorily: "Well, it's really hateful."

At this time, the vendor was still immersed in his story, feeling sorry for the money for wine, and he could not hear the perfunctory intentions, and was still talking nonsense: "However, although that guy is shameless, he has the ability. Not to mention fortune telling, he can also ask for rain and alchemy. Last year, the city was in a severe drought, so he took the stage to make a splendid rain, which would be considered a blessing for the people..."
Chapter completed!