Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty

"You are a Taoist priest. Is he authentic?"

Jiang Xinghuo looked at the "Taoist priest" in front of him.

He is indeed old enough, his hair and beard are all gray.

But the old Taoist priest in front of him was wearing a coarse linen shirt covered with patches and a pair of straw sandals. He had no other decorative items except the big gourd.

At this time, Jiang Xinghuo was very close to him, and he smelled the sour and foul smell coming from the old Taoist body.

He really doesn't look like a Taoist priest, but more like the elder Babao of the Beggar Clan.

While Jiang Xinghuo was sizing up Yuan Gong, Yuan Gong was also observing Jiang Xinghuo openly.

His facial features are straight and his eyebrows are clear. Only his eyes, which are always sleepy, seem a bit out of place. There is a sense of righteousness about him, but he is a bit too lazy.

Is this the person who can make even Monk Dao Yan go into a dead end with just a few words?

He doesn't look like the "reviled immortal" in Zhu Di and others' words, but more like a boy next door leisurely basking in the sun among spring peach trees.

However, with Yuan Gong's aura reading technique, he was confident that he could tell at a glance whether he was a normal person or not.

"Haha, don't underestimate Pindao." Yuan Gong stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"I have traveled all over the world and made my home. I have been through so many storms. I haven't seen anything yet. It's just that your illness is a bit weird this time. I need to do something to see the Qi in order to see clearly!"

It was already night, and they were in a room where the jailers used to rest.

Yuan Gong asked: "If there is no problem, let's start."

"Jiang Lang?"

"Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Xinghuo nodded. Of course he wouldn't think that he was trapped by a water ghost. Aren't all the backaches, neck stiffness, and dizziness caused by lying down?

But the reason why I agreed to come here to see him was that he was too embarrassed to refuse because of his weakness. Secondly, these two inmates who were born as nobles were really kind and it was hard to refuse. Finally, Jiang Xinghuo wanted to see this person. Does the occult science of the times have anything to say?

Seeing Jiang Xinghuo's agreement, Yuan Gong first carefully looked at Jiang Xinghuo's appearance, and then extended his hand.

"hiss"

Jiang Xinghuo took a breath of pain and resisted the urge to curse.

"Does it hurt?"

"pain!"

"It hurts."

Zhu Gaoxu asked curiously: "Is this the legendary fortune-telling method of touching bones? What does Mr. Jiang's reaction mean?"

"It's not fortune telling, and it doesn't mean anything." Yuan Gong paused, "It's just that his shoulders are so stiff that they are a little crooked. If I don't pinch him a few times and straighten him out, I feel really uncomfortable."

Jiang Xinghuo: "."

After two more hard squeezes, Yuan Gong cured his obsessive-compulsive disorder, and then began to meet formally.

Yuan Gong first lit a very small lamp. The lamp oil seemed to be specially made, emitting a dazzling light, and Yuan Gong looked up at the lamp through the hole of a small coin glowing with red patina.

After a while, his eyes were dazzled.

Yuan Gong then took out red beans and black beans from his linen clothes, covered them under a piece of black cloth, and looked at them again.

Finally, hang the five-color strands outside the window and identify their colors by the moonlight.

After completing this set of procedures, Yuan Gong extinguished all visible light in the room, and then lit two faint green candles.

The candlelight was dimly green, like a will-o'-the-wisp, flickering in the dim room.

"Date, month, day and hour of birth." Yuan Gong looked at Jiang Xinghuo's face and asked in a low voice.

"The eighth day of the seventh month in the year of Gengshen (the thirteenth year of Hongwu), the third quarter of the hour."

Hearing this, Yuan Gong nodded.

"how come?"

Yuan Gong's voice was hoarse, as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper. His words were full of doubts, and his expression gradually became serious.

Li Jinglong, who was sitting next to him, didn't know what was going on, but Zhu Gaoxu, who had seen Yuan Gong meet Zhu Di when he was a child, also looked serious.

Yuan Gong's appearance at this moment was completely different from his previous chatting and laughing attitude. He looked very nervous, and there was even a hint of fear in his eyes.

Jiang Xinghuo, on the other hand, still had a calm expression and looked calm, as if he was already confident about the outcome.

Yuan Gong looked at Jiang Xinghuo for a moment, then sighed, blew out the two candles, shook his head and said.

"The poor man is not good enough."

Hearing these words, Zhu Gaoxu's expression changed slightly, while Li Jinglong was stunned for a moment.

Zhu Gaoxu's uncertainty is certainly justified. Yuan Gong from eastern Zhejiang is the best physiognomist in the world.

Although Yuan Gong's words did not directly mean death, the meaning was very clear. Meeting Jiang Xinghuo was beyond his ability.

Even Yuan Gong can't see through Jiang Xinghuo. Does this mean that Jiang Xinghuo is the banished immortal?

Thinking of this, Zhu Gaoxu, a stubborn man, looked at Jiang Xinghuo with shock in his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel infinite admiration in his heart.

I am so lucky to be personally taught by such a luxurious figure as Exiled Immortal, the only one on earth.

If you tell this, how much more face will you have?

——But I am uneducated and can travel all over the world just like a girl.

Zhu Gaoxu's mind was full of messy thoughts, but his expression was still calm, but his eyes always stayed on Jiang Xinghuo, as if he couldn't bear to move even an inch.

But Li Jinglong didn't know this. Li Jinglong and Zhu Gaoxu's understanding of Jiang Xinghuo was like two people who took different information cards in the script. They only knew part of it.

From the beginning to the end, Li Jinglong only knew that Zhu Di valued Jiang Xinghuo and asked himself to stay with Jiang Xinghuo as his eyes and ears, while not revealing any information to Zhu Gaoxu.

Even today, Zhu Di only asked Zhu Gaochi to inform Li Jinglong that Jiang Xinghuo might have been entangled by a water ghost when he fell into the water, and then asked Yuan Gong to come over.

Therefore, this is Li Jinglong’s understanding of Yuan Gong’s words.

——It’s hopeless, the water ghost is too powerful! The poor are not good enough, let's run!

With a "swish" sound, Li Jinglong opened the door and ran away. He immediately disappeared, leaving only one shoe that he could not keep up with.

Several people looked at Li Jinglong who was running away in confusion, with blank expressions on their faces.

It can be said that the four people present just now have asymmetric information. They each have completely different ideas about the same thing.

Except for Li Jinglong, who ran away to save his life, and Tiehanhan Zhu Gaoxu, who looked admiringly at the side, only Jiang Xinghuo and Yuan Gong were left staring at each other in the room.

Jiang Xinghuo's expression was calm and calm, and of course there was a reason for this.

He didn't believe in any water ghosts at all, so when he accepted the test with this idea, Jiang Xinghuo took it for granted that the other party would definitely not be able to see anything!

But this attitude and Jiang Xinghuo's slightly curious eyes were interpreted by Yuan Gong as contempt from the banished immortal.

Yuan Gong took a deep breath and fell deeply into the emotions of self-blame and shame.

Unexpectedly, in front of the banished immortal, the secret technique that I have used to achieve success in the past decades turned out to be as ridiculous as a child playing a game!

No wonder Daoyan would go crazy because of the other party's words.

No wonder, Daoyan deduced that Tianchun would be punished by thunder.

The power of banishing an immortal is so terrifying!

The more he thought about it, the more ashamed he felt. At this moment, Yuan Gong's ears were echoing like auditory hallucinations.

——You are so talented, but you dare to do the same thing? ?

So, in a huge feeling of shame, Yuan Gong silently put his pile of red beans and black beans, candles, oil lamps, black cloth and colorful silk ribbons into the pocket of his linen shirt.

Then Yuan Gong bowed his head seriously, saluted and said: "I don't know if the real person is in front of you, but it is a poor man who said goodbye rudely!"

Yuan Gong took a few steps back and walked to the door, and then in the blink of an eye, no one was there.

The only ones left in the room were Jiang Xinghuo, who looked confused, and Zhu Gaoxu, a tough-minded man with pride and admiration in his eyes.

"So, aren't you here to exorcise me from evil spirits tonight? Why are the people and Taoist priests who came here running away?"

Naturally, Zhu Gaoxu couldn't give him an answer. Jiang Xinghuo shook his head. If he couldn't figure it out, he just didn't think about it.

Jiang Xinghuo turned to Zhu Gaoxu and said, "Tomorrow may be the official last class. Although there are still many majors and courses that have not been taught, there is not enough time."

"Go to rest early today, have a good sleep, and try to remember what I say tomorrow."

Hearing this, Zhu Gaoxu suddenly felt a little lost and sad, and he touched his beard.

Zhu Gaoxu was a little reluctant to give up, but he suddenly turned his eyes and asked tentatively in a different way.

"Sir, are you leaving?"

Jiang Xinghuo was startled when he heard this, then nodded immediately.

"Of course, all journeys have an end."

Jiang Xinghuo left the room, leaving only Zhu Gaoxu sitting by the window.

After a long time, when the moon was in the sky, Zhu Gaoxu recovered from the shock.

"Beheading is the end of the journey for Mr. Jiang."

"Mom, you are indeed a banished immortal who came to the human world!"