The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 179 Fortune Telling

Wang Hai was not a fool. He knew very well that with the current manpower, even if they found Ji Tianrui, they would not be able to catch her, and would lose their lives in vain. After all, there was not even a top-level person among them, let alone a celestial being.

He just wanted to find out what Ji Tianrui was planning before Li Miao came back. He would not really go to Ji Tianrui to die. Since he was blocked by the leader of Houtu Banner last time, and Li Miao had to abandon Taishan Sect and rush to rescue him, he had learned his lesson and would prepare for self-protection in advance.

Wang Hai went to make preparations himself, and talked about An Ziyang and You Ziang.

The two changed their clothes and left the city.

The capital city is not limited to the city walls. The area several miles around the city walls is full of settlements of all sizes. People go to the city to work during the day and go home to rest at night.

If you want to hide, these places are the most suitable.

The first place the two went to was the long street outside the main gate of the capital.

Both sides of the street are filled with various shops, houses and inns.

After You Ziang's Plum Blossom Thief's inner strength was abolished by Li Miao, he switched to practicing the Divine Thief Sect's skills and became a fellow disciple of An Ziyang. The two changed their clothes and looked like two rich young men traveling together, chatting and laughing all the way, but they used their peripheral vision to mark the spots as they walked, waiting to check them one by one at night.

As he was walking, An Ziyang suddenly stopped.

"Brother An, what's wrong?"

You Ziang asked.

"Brother You, look over there, there is a gorgeous lady, don't miss her."

An Ziyang's eyes didn't move away.

You Ziang turned his head and exclaimed in amazement.

The beautiful woman that An Ziyang saw when he entered the city during the day was sitting on the side of the street. She was wearing a linen dress and looked very graceful. There was a table in front of her, but behind her was a shabby flag that didn't fit in.

There is a Bagua painted in the middle of the flag, with eight large characters written on the left and right sides: "Observe the stars and the weather, and predict good and bad luck."

This girl is actually a fortune teller who sets up a stall.

"That's quite unusual."

You Ziang said.

"Since ancient times, even if fortune tellers are not blind, they must be old men with goatees. This girl is so pretty, why does she do this?"

An Ziyang waved his hand.

"It is said that there are strange people and strange phenomena, and no one stipulates that fortune tellers must be born ugly, right?"

"How about it, Brother You? We are just looking for a needle in a haystack, there is no need to rush. Why don't we go and take a look?"

"Let's go." You Ziang nodded.

The two men walked slowly to the woman and sat on the chair opposite her.

The woman smiled sweetly: "This young man looks familiar, but have you seen him outside the city gate during the day?"

An Ziyang's eyes lit up and he nodded quickly.

"Yeah yeah."

The woman chuckled.

"In that case, I am destined to be with you. How about I give you three divinations?"

"I can calculate marriage, career, and life span with great accuracy."

An Ziyang's mind was focused on the woman's face, so he had no time to think about fortune-telling.

Although he has a tough character, he also really likes beautiful women. It is said that there are wrong names, but there are no wrong nicknames. His nickname "Mr. Kidney Deficiency" is really not unfair to him.

He nodded quickly.

"Then, let's do as the young lady said and count these three things: marriage, career, and longevity."

"Young Master, please extend your hand to me so that I can see the shape of your palm."

The woman stretched out a hand that was so white that it was almost transparent, lifted up An Ziyang's hand, and held it in front of her to examine it carefully.

An Ziyang was naturally happy to cooperate.

The woman looked at it for a while, then chuckled.

"Sir, you have really good luck. All three are good. Which one do you want to hear first?"

An Ziyang naturally gave a fake smile.

"If it were in the past, I would definitely ask about life span first. But when I saw the girl today, the only thing on my mind was marriage."

"Girl, let's talk about marriage first."

The woman smiled but did not let go of An Ziyang's hand.

"In that case, let's talk about marriage first."

"However, the young master's marriage is not with me."

She smiled sweetly, but An Ziyang's eyes darkened, thinking that this was a tactful rejection from the woman.

Although he likes beauty, he doesn't like to force it. If the other party doesn't want to, he will never pester her.

It's just a pity that such a beautiful woman is not destined to be with him.

An Ziyang didn't lose his composure and just said.

"Young lady, tell me, where can I find my true love?" The woman chuckled and uttered slowly.

"I think your marriage will be in Quanzhou."

"Shaolin Temple, on Miss Ling'er's body."

coax!
An Ziyang only felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to his head, and his whole body shuddered suddenly!
My hair stands on end and my scalp feels numb!
Ling'er is the daughter of Yongjie and also the daughter of King Miao.

There are only a few people in the martial arts world who know of her existence! The Shaolin monks, Li Miao, himself... and the Ming Cult, Ji Tianrui!
After all, Ling'er is Ji Tianrui's half-sister!

You Ziang, who was sitting nearby, noticed something strange about An Ziyang.

He was not a rookie who had just entered the world of martial arts. The moment he saw the fear on An Ziyang's face, he was suddenly shocked!
He flipped his hand under the table, and the poison pill that he had stolen from An Ziyang during the day was already in the palm of his hand, ready to be activated!
But An Ziyang grabbed her wrist.

You Ziang looked at An Ziyang, whose face was already covered in cold sweat. He forced himself to remain calm and slowly shook his head at him.

His poison is definitely not effective against celestial beings.

If it is stimulated here, the woman will most likely be fine, but most of the people around her will die.

Besides, his hand was still held in the woman's.

He can't run away anymore.

After a while, in the woman's playful smile, An Ziyang spoke tremblingly and made a final test.

"Girl...where did you get this name?"

The woman chuckled.

"Master An, how come I don't know my sister's name?"

"I just want to come and see my sister's marriage."

An Ziyang thought, it’s over.

It's fucking her.

Ji Tianrui.

Sitting right opposite him, only three feet away.

An Ziyang was speechless, but Ji Tianrui chuckled.

"Mr. An, now that you've heard about your marriage, don't you want to hear about your own life span?"

An Ziyang said tremblingly.

"Can I say...I don't want to hear it..."

"No."

An Ziyang was about to cry.

Who the hell wants to hear you talk about my life span?

You said “five…” and I asked “five years? Five months?”.

And then you said, "Four, three, two...", right?
Unable to dodge left or right, An Ziyang suddenly became determined.

"Master Ji, please tell me directly. How long can I live? Two breaths? One breath?"

"If you want to kill or behead me, please do as you please!"

"Damn it, Lord Li will avenge me!"

With his eyes closed and his lips pursed, An Ziyang waited for Ji Tianrui to take action.

He waited for a long while, but he didn't feel any severe pain in his body.

Suddenly, Ji Tianrui laughed softly.

"Master An, didn't I tell you that the results of your three divinations are all very good?"

"How could I have killed my sister's marriage?"

"I predicted that you would live a long life and grow old with my sister."

An Ziyang suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Ji Tianrui.

Ji Tianrui laughed for a while, then slowly stopped and looked into An Ziyang's eyes.

"Mr. An, there is another business."

"However, the two hexagrams just now have already revealed the secret, so I can't tell you this last hexagram directly."

Ji Tianrui seemed to be in a real dilemma. After thinking for a moment, he spoke.

"How about this, I'll give you a mantra that can help you rise to the top."

Ji Tianrui leaned forward, got in front of An Ziyang, lowered her voice and spoke softly.

"Mr. An, remember this."

"The formula is——"

"Emperor, mausoleum."

(End of this chapter)