Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 184 Strange dream, headless death

Seeing these two sentences, Li Daoxuan said in his heart, what a great tone!

I am afraid that Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng, who worked together to create "Tui Bei Tu", would not dare to boast so much.

Ordinary fortune tellers would at most call themselves half-immortals, how could this man dare to say that he could see through the fairy world?
With such a big tone, if he is not a big liar, he must be a master of Taoism.

Li Daoxuan looked at the fortune teller.

I saw the other party with sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks and two mustaches, and his eyes were fixed on the women on the street from time to time, moving back and forth.

This appearance, how can there be the slightest fairy-tale appearance?
The master once said that the master uncle is a master who is proficient in alchemy, weapon refining, divination, astrology, formation and other skills. He has read a lot of books and learned everything.

In Li Daoxuan's imagination, he must be as talented as Zhuge Liang, how could he look like this?

After hesitating for a moment, Li Daoxuan decided to do a fortune-telling himself to see his abilities.

He sat down and said, "Sir, I think—"

The fortune-teller glanced at him, immediately took out a box of pills from the box, smiled, and said, "Little brother, I thought you were stupid when I saw you, you are here to buy medicine."

He pointed to the box of pills, raised his eyebrows, and said proudly: "This is the pill I made myself, it's called Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. Stone, cistanche and other medicinal materials are refined, only one is needed, and you will keep your dragon essence and tiger fierceness, and sing and sing every night..."

Li Daoxuan coughed and said speechlessly, "Sir, I'm here to tell fortunes."

"Fortune teller?"

The fortune teller suddenly became less interested. He waved his hand, pointed at the flag beside him with a smirk, and said, "There are three things that don't count as being poor, don't you see?"

Only then did Li Daoxuan see that there was also a small flag with three lines of small characters written on it.

"Men don't count, old people don't count, children don't count."

Li Daoxuan's face turned dark, and he said: "Then who do you want to count?"

As soon as the words fell, a soft voice sounded.

"Wu Shenxian, quickly help me do the math!"

Li Daoxuan turned his head, only to see a young woman walking hurriedly accompanied by a servant. She has a beautiful appearance and a dignified manner, but her eyes seem to be frightened.

The fortune teller's eyes lit up, he immediately put on a bright smile, and said enthusiastically, "Quick, please sit down, miss!"

Not only greeted them with smiles, but also specially poured a cup of hot tea.

The quick change of face made Li Daoxuan dumbfounded, and at the same time he couldn't help feeling like he wanted to beat him up.

Is this person really my uncle?
How should I put it, it's a bit embarrassing, I don't want to admit it...

The young woman panicked and said, "Wu Shenxian, I had that dream again. I am so worried that something bad will happen to my relatives!"

"Miss, don't worry, come, have a sip of tea and talk slowly."

The young woman took a deep breath, tried to regain her composure, and began to slowly tell her story.

"Wu Shenxian, I have a strange ability since I was a child, and sometimes I have a very special dream."

"When I was seven years old, I dreamed that I fell into the water. After waking up, my parents told me that my sister fell into the pond because of her playfulness, and was drowned..."

"I thought it was just a coincidence, but when I was 12 years old, I dreamed about the fire again. After waking up, the maid told me that when I fell asleep, my best friend, the water in the house...was burned to death!"

The young woman subconsciously clenched her fists, her face turned pale.

"Later, when I was 14 years old, I dreamed that I fell from the sky again. As a result... my father told me that when my mother went to the Guanyin Temple on the mountain to pray for blessings, she accidentally slipped... and fell off a cliff."

Li Daoxuan listened from the side, his expression gradually serious, if it was just once, it would be normal, but it is obviously not accidental to dream continuously.

"Wu Shenxian, just now, I had that dream again. I dreamed that my neck was in great pain, as if being pressed by a heavy object, and then it clicked, and it... broke!"

Li Daoxuan was taken aback, his neck was broken?

He remembered that Lou Xiaoyun said that the reason why she came to Liling City was to deal with the murder case of the headless ghost.

Sure enough, the young woman said frightenedly: "Wu Shenxian, recently in Liling City, there are people who are spreading stories about headless ghosts taking their lives. I heard that the death of those people is that their necks are broken. Do you think my relatives will also been……"

She was so frightened that she trembled slightly.

The fortune teller smiled slightly and said, "Miss, don't panic, let Pindao check your palm first."

As he spoke, he held the young woman's hand, and stretched out a finger to lightly tap her palm, while looking at it, pretending to be thinking.

Li Daoxuan's face turned black, this old magic stick clearly wanted to take advantage of others!
No, where is my sword?
Just when he couldn't help but want to stop her, the fortune teller let go of the woman's hand, smiled slightly, and said, "The poor man has finished reading, Miss' relatives are fine."

Li Daoxuan was a little skeptical. According to the woman's account, one of her relatives must have encountered an accident.

"really?"

The woman looked at the fortune teller with hopeful eyes.

The fortune teller smiled and said: "It's absolutely true, Ruo Pindao's predictions are right, after Miss woke up this time, no one came to you with bad news, and no relatives and friends in the city were killed, right?"

The woman nodded and admitted this. In fact, after she woke up from the dream, she hurriedly sent someone to inquire, but there was no bad news.

"Mr. is lucky, but my father is not at home recently and has gone out of state to do business. I have written to him, but I haven't received a reply yet."

"Haha, your father is fine, and you have earned 260 taels of silver during this trip. The reply to your letter will arrive in two days."

The fortune teller talked eloquently and said with a smile.

Hearing this, the woman finally let go of her heart and showed a relieved smile.

"Miss, the so-called dream is just a coincidence. It must not be taken seriously. In the future, do more good deeds and accumulate more evil deeds."

The woman got up, bowed lightly, and presented 20 taels of silver.

"Thank you sir!"

The maid on the side smiled and said: "Miss, Wu Shenxian said it's all right, now you should feel relieved at last."

She nodded, then seemed to think of something, and said: "Today Bailuzhai has a new batch of antique calligraphy and paintings. I heard that there are Mr. Xijun's landscape paintings in it. Let's go there and have a look."

The servant girl smiled and said, "Miss, you still like Mr. Xijun's paintings so much..."

The two gradually walked away.

Li Daoxuan stared at the fortune teller, and said: "You clearly know that her dream is not accidental, why do you still say that?"

The fortune teller glanced at him, and said indifferently: "Boy, it seems that you are also a cultivator, what school and school do you come from, and you are so unruly?"

While talking, he poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip.

"Longhu Mountain, the way of the Heavenly Master."

puff!
The fortune teller sprayed out the tea, glared at him and said, "Longhushan?"

Li Daoxuan smiled slightly, sat down and said: "Don't you know how to tell fortunes, why don't you do the math for me, poor uncle, when will you drive west?"

The fortune teller put down his teacup and carefully scrutinized his face, not missing any details.

After a long time, he laughed loudly, his expression suddenly became more friendly, and he said: "What a group of immortal roots, it turns out to be Taichong's nephew, I have heard about your deeds of slaying dragons in Hongzhou. Your master has great face!"

Reaching out without hitting the smiling face, Li Daoxuan could only salute reluctantly: "Tai Chong has seen Master Uncle."

"Hehe, poor Daoist Fu Chunzi, my surname is Wu and my name is Dabao, just call me Uncle Dabao."

Wu Dabao patted Li Daoxuan on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Martial nephew is thinking about the fortune-telling just now?"

Li Daoxuan said seriously: "Master, why did you—"

Wu Dabao sighed lightly, waved his hands and said: "Martial Nephew, you can find out the reason by going to a place now."

"Where?"

"Bai Lu Zhai."

……

A moment later, Li Daoxuan came to the gate of Bailuzhai.

There are already many people around here, and all the officials have come.

"Tsk tsk, another person killed by a headless ghost!"

"I heard that the person is still very young, what a pity!"

"This Liling City is getting more and more scary..."

Li Daoxuan squeezed into the crowd and saw a young man lying at the door of Bailuzhai. He said that it was not suitable to lie down because his neck was completely broken and he was lifted on the ground like stretched noodles.

Between the eyebrows, a handsome face can be vaguely seen, and there is a painting in his hand.

At this time, Li Daoxuan turned his head, just in time to see the fortune-teller was there, she could not bear it, she looked at it for a while and then left.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Li Daoxuan's mind, and an idea came up.

He quietly opened his eyes, glanced at the painting, his pupils trembled, and there was a wave of waves in his heart, which could not be calmed down for a long time.

The signature on the painting is Xijun.

In other words, if there is no accident, the fortune teller will come to Bailuzhai today. Because of this painting, she and this young man will have an intersection. Important person.

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