From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 9: No door to fortune or disaster [Please collect and vote]

Qi Yong's expression changed, and he bit his back teeth hard, his body trembling slightly with anger:
"Why, why do you say I can't turn things around in this life! I dropped out of school, struggled for more than ten years, and suffered a lot, why can't I become a rich man!"

Li Yang glanced at him coldly and put down the fortune-telling slip in his hand:

"Good fortune and bad luck come from no door, but are brought upon oneself; whether you do good or evil, heaven knows and earth judges. You shouldn't ask me this question."

After Li Yang said this, Qi Yong looked a little flustered, and threatened in a harsh voice: "Damn Taoist priest, you...what are you talking about?"

Li Yang no longer paid attention to Qi Yong, and turned to Granny Song and said seriously: "Granny Song, please consider carefully what I just said."

"Fellow Daoist Li, I have been immersed in various Taoist classics since I was a child, but I have never heard of such a statement as yours." Chi Yanhong next to him frowned slightly and interrupted.

One Chen wood and one Geng water? She had never heard of such a ridiculous horoscope.

Li Yang's face was calm and his heart was not beating: "I don't know your master, but I have been practicing with Master Wu Qingyuan for many years, and I have never made mistakes in reading horoscopes."

"Friend Li, I would rather destroy ten temples than break up a marriage! Aren't you afraid of the consequences of your actions?"

"This is my dojo after all, Fellow Daoist Chi, you have crossed the line."

"Granny Song, even if you don't believe me, don't you believe my master?" Li Yang spoke earnestly. After hearing this, the hesitation on Granny Song's face became even more intense.

Li Yang's face lit up, he knew his words worked. The old temple master Wu Yuanqing was still very influential in this area.

Seeing Granny Song hesitate, Qi Yong, who was still pondering the meaning of Li Yang's words, could no longer sit still and spoke hurriedly:
"Grandma, do you believe what he said? He is just a charlatan... Little Taoist priest, if you keep talking nonsense, I will tear down your broken temple!!"

Qi Yong stared at Li Yang intently, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

"Grandma, the Taoist priest Xuan Bao and this female Taoist priest I found earlier both said that your horoscopes are compatible, so there's no problem. You should get married quickly, or Chaozi won't be able to wait any longer!"

Li Yang said nothing and looked at Grandma Song steadily.

"Yoko...is what you said true?" The old lady's voice trembled.

"It's true."

The old lady's hunched back bent a little more instantly. After a long while, she murmured, "...Since Chaozi doesn't have this blessing, I...I know."

After saying that, Granny Song turned and walked down the mountain, her thin body looking a little desolate.

Qi Yong didn't have time to destroy the Taoist temple. Seeing the old lady's attitude change, he hurriedly chased after her. Before leaving, he did not forget to give Li Yang a gloomy look.

This is not over yet! !
It wasn't until Qi Yong's voice gradually faded away that Li Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Chi Yanhong's cold voice sounded behind him: "Friend Li, you are going too far."

If it was understandable that Li Yang pretended to be a charlatan and sold fortune-telling and interpreted divinations before, then this time he maliciously interpreted the horoscope and ruined other people's marriages, which was completely detrimental to his virtue.

She said that the wood man and water woman complement each other in numerology, and it was not just a random statement, but that the two of them were indeed compatible. On the other hand, Li Yang's statement was completely nonsense and had no basis at all.

Li Yang shook his head: "Daoyou, there are some key points that I cannot explain to you clearly. You will know the reasons later."

Chi Yanhong wanted to say something else with his cold face, but looking at Li Yang's expression, he shook his head, and finally turned and left.
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After following the old lady all the way to the foot of the mountain, Qi Yong's lips were cracked.

"Grandma, that's a 20-year-old female college student with a clean background. Look at the photo and her appearance. She's a perfect match for Chaozi."

Granny Song looked embarrassed: "Xiaoyong, do you have any suitable girls? Yangzi said that this girl and Chaozi are not compatible. I'm afraid..."

Yangzi, Yangzi, it's that stinky Taoist priest again! Qi Yong was furious. That stinky Taoist priest didn't even have all his hair grown yet, what the hell did he know about fate?

I wanted to persuade her again, but the stubborn old lady refused to give in. In the end, I could only sigh that Chaozi was unlucky and had a short life. It was God's will, and I went home with tears in my eyes.
Qi Yong's face turned pale and blue, and he almost got internal injuries.

The Shiyang Village where he lives is located at the foot of Baiyun Mountain. All you can see are cement bungalows with white paint on the outside, scattered in an orderly manner in the quiet valley.

Qi Yong took out a pack of Red Flag Canal cigarettes, squatted at the entrance of the village and smoked three cigarettes in a row. Finally, hesitantly dialed a number.

"Brother Mazi...the matter with the old woman may be over." There was some noise on the other end of the phone, and the sound of mahjong tiles rolling and colliding could be heard faintly. After a long time, an irritable man's voice was heard.

"Blow it! What the hell are you doing? Didn't I already take care of everything for you?!"

"No, Brother Mazi, the horoscope of that pig is not right. There is a Taoist priest in the nearby mountain who said that the horoscopes are not compatible, and that old woman is superstitious..."

"Four barrels, bars...Bullshit, I've asked a Taoist priest to look at my horoscope. What's wrong with it?!"

"Brother Mazi, do you have a more suitable pig? The old woman is very stubborn and insists on changing one..."

"Qi Yong, you don't understand what I'm saying, right? I sell my pigs for 100,000 each, and there's only one sick pig. 20,000 yuan for it. I'll buy you another one, you idiot!"

Before Qi Yong could say anything else, the man on the other end of the phone hung up angrily.

After a long while, he smoked his last cigarette, threw it on the ground and stomped it out. Qi Yong looked up at the misty Baiyun Mountain with unspeakable resentment in his eyes.

In the house over there, in the cramped space, three men and one woman were engaging in an intense group sex, surrounded by lunch boxes and piles of green beer bottles.

The man sitting in the main seat had an untidy beard, reeked of alcohol, and his body was covered with tattoos.

Next to him was a thin man and a fat man, wearing clothes of such poor quality that they looked like cheap goods.

They are nicknamed Skinny Monkey and Scarred Eyes, and are Wang Mazi's fellow villagers.

"Blown? How the hell could he blow it?!" Skinny Monkey and Scar-Eye spoke harshly.

"How the hell should I know? Why don't you go ask Qi Yong?!" Wang Mazi took a last deep puff of his cigarette and pressed the cigarette butt on the table.

"Well, just brag. You're just a dying pig. You can't make much money... Hey, don't move, Mazi. I'm in a losing position. Haha, give me money."

A middle-aged woman with heavy makeup smiled and spread her hands in front of the three men, and the three men had no choice but to pay.

After playing a few more rounds, Wang Mazi lost two hundred yuan. He became angrier and angrier and overturned the mahjong table.

"Fuck, no more fighting."

"Wang Mazi, what's wrong with you?" He Yan quickly picked up the banknotes on the ground and cursed.

Seeing his elder brother getting angry, the skinny monkey was speechless. Scarred Eyes, who had been playing mahjong all day, was already too hungry to bear it: "Brother Mazi, what's wrong with Qi Yong? It's so late, he can't get things done, and he's so slow in sending food."

"You only know how to eat. Isn't there a bucket on the ground over there? Why don't you eat?" Wang Mazi pointed to the泔水桶 nearby.

"That's what pigs eat, why should I eat that..." Scarface glanced at the slop bucket and muttered.

Wang Mazi snorted coldly and looked at He Yan who was still counting money, with a fierce look on his face.

"Stop counting, you bitch. Go down and feed the pigs. One is already sick and can't be sold. If you make another mistake with the rest, I'll sell you as a pig too!"

"I know, why rush me..." He Yan stuffed a stack of banknotes into her trouser pocket, twisted her hips, picked up the key and walked into the house. The skinny monkey next to her was sharp-eyed, snatched the scarred man's key and followed in with the slop bucket.

He Yan crossed two large iron gates, took out the key, and just opened a cellar, a foul smell hit her in the face, making her tears flow.

After the smell had almost dissipated, He Yan and Shouhou carried the swill bucket down together.

Walking downstairs, she knocked on the gong hanging on the wall with a cold expression and a sarcastic look in her eyes.

"It's time to eat, pigs."

A gong sounded and a rustling sound was heard in the darkness. As the skinny monkey turned on the switch, a dim incandescent bulb lit up.

What caught my eye was not pigs, but eight or nine young girls in chains.

Their faces were pale and their eyes were hollow. Apart from the vaguely recognizable modern clothes on their bodies that showed their former youth and beauty, there was no trace of human in their bodies...

(End of this chapter)