Bleeding from Seven Orifices
Chapter 112:Bleeding from Seven Orifices
Since this Daoist has no monastic heart, but with his own little Taoist view in the city, defrauding the money of extortionists, Li Xiuyuan will not tolerate such a person.Mobile phone br>
Since he was so proud of his Taoism, Li Xiu fared away from his Taoism and let him know the power of this karma.
"Well, I don't know if the chief has figured it out."Li Xiu smiled faintly.
The bald man looked at Li Xiuyuan's face for a while, in any case, the age of the student in front of him was always only forty-nine years old, and besides, he was born in the month and what hour he was born.
"Well, count a little, you're fifteen or sixteen years old this year."Of course, he would not admit that he could not count, pretending to be inscrutable.
Li Xiuyuan asked, “Is that so?You are not a fortune-teller, look at the age, I think any salesman on the street can guess that I am fifteen or six years old, is it not even better for the chief to walk those vendors?"
The bald man hummed lightly: "The poor Dao Dao is high enough for those who walk the poor to compare with the poor, and you reach out to see if your hand knows what year and when you were born."
He could not face it, and he looked at his hands.
He is still a little skilled in the practice of monasticity for decades, although the fortune-telling is not the top, but some basic looks, see the hand or will.
Li Xiuyuan was not polite and extended his hand to him.
The bald man looks at the various lines of the palm of his hand, and then combines his own experience to calculate the year of his birth.
But this hand looked at nothing, like ordinary people, there is no special place, but serious calculations make him feel that the texture of this hand is criss-crossed, as if it formed a strange pattern, like a book of heaven, and like a stew, just a little extrapolation, it is difficult to set up God.
“Hmmm!”
The bald man's eyes turned uncontrollably, his head fainted, his consciousness was confused, and it seemed that there was a power to prevent himself from continuing to search the man's hand.
“Oo!!”
After a thud, the next moment, the bald man felt that his stomach was sick, and he could not help but vomit on the side.
“Master, what happened to you?”The king next to him was shocked.
Du Chunhua and the little butterfly also have a strange face, I don't know why this road is long and end of the vomiting.
Li Xiuyuan laughed, “The fortune-telling of Dao can count myself vomiting, this thing is to see below, it seems that my Li family’s twenty thousand silver Dao chiefs can’t make money.”
Counting your own life?
This bald man is looking for death.
His master fortune-telling, often said that he can know 500 years ago, then know 500 years, although this boast is mostly, but Li Xiuyuan also had to admire his master's fortune-telling skills.
In Guobei County, but anyone who is married, as long as they know the name of the person can be counted.
But even so, his master did not dare to calculate his own life.
After the bald man had vomited for a while, it was only after he had recovered a little, and when he looked at Li Xiuyuan again, his eyes were surprised.
He has also worked for many people, but he has never been in this situation.
"Unbelief, the birth of a student in the district cannot be counted, even if the officials are noble, the imperial relatives and relatives should not be."
The bald man quickly gritted his teeth and said, "You are a strange student, but you are too small to see the poor way, and the poor road must be calculated that you must forget the 20,000 silver of the poor road."
“Does the mayor want to try it?”Lee was surprised.
“Hmm.”
The bald man was heavy, too lazy to say to this person that since this student could not be counted in an ordinary way, with a special way, the twenty thousand yuan of silver in his hand was earned today.
He took a piece of yellow paper from the side and said, “Stuft, what is your name?”The poor way will cast your name to count your birth.”
"In the lower Li Xiuyuan, although the Dao Chang tried, but before the face and hands this time or unsuccessful, the Taoist identity in the next can be suspected."Lee laughed.
It seems that this Daoist is iron-minded to take his own hands of twenty thousand silver.
Another person who wants money.
The bald man now gritted his teeth in the yellow paper wrote Li Xiuyuan's name, and then his mouth read the words, the yellow paper of the hand was self-ignited without fire, and quickly burned in his hand, and finally turned into a wisp of blue smoke by this man inhaled in the mouth.
“Interesting.”
Li Xiu's vision can't help but look forward to some.
This Daoist began to practice Taoism, which was to forcefully calculate his own birth.
But the more so, the better he is, the life of his natural saint, all the world's high monks, practitioners, and even demons and demons have no way to calculate their own heels, the bottom line, otherwise they know their own seven-pronged existence of their own hearts for more than ten years can be so stable, early attracted countless demons and demons.
Now that this Daoist has forced to calculate, what will happen must be interesting.
At this moment, the bald man is reading words, and his face is thorny, as if in the usual practice.
But with the passage of time, the bald man's face is getting more and more pale, the cold sweat on the forehead is constantly coming out, and his body can't help but tremble slightly.
“Young master, what’s the matter with this man, isn’t it crazy?”Du Chunhua came up and whispered.
Li Xiu waved his hand: "Be quiet, he's giving money, don't disturb him."
“Oh.”Du Chunhua immediately no longer asked, standing next to him.
Li Xiuyuan did not want anyone to disturb this Daoist to cast a spell, this person used Daoism to scare people, defraud money, but also saw the intention of wealth, threatened himself with his family, originally just intended to give him a little lesson, now he changed his attention.
Do not break this Taoist art, remove this evil, his name reversed to write.
The thousand-year-old demons are killed in their own hands, He Shou Uqing has been captured by himself, how dare a wild man in the district, how dare he shout.
After a moment.
“Hang!”
Suddenly, the sky of the clear city of Guobei sounded a dull roar, as if a thunderbolt suddenly appeared.
“Oh, the poor!”
Suddenly, the bald man's eyes were open, as if there was blood spilling with his eyes, and then a shock, a mouthful of blood spewing out of his mouth, the whole person fell to the ground in an instant, and he was directly unconscious.
The nose and mouth are all blood.
Everyone was shocked in the face of such a situation, their faces were all changed, and they did not know why this Daoist at the end of the good end did so.
Only Li Xiuyuan looked at all this calmly.
He knew that God had been punished.
To count the life of a human being is to be born as a saint, and this is to die.
Unfortunately, the bald people did not know this, and for the sake of twenty thousand silver, Li Xiuyuan's life was forced to be counted, and it ended up like this.
It is true that man eats and dies for the dead of a dead bird.
"Young master, Master Dao, he will not die."The little butterfly was afraid.
It’s not good to have a human life.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the bald man and his ups and downs, said: "He is not dead, but surely the spirit has been scattered, I am afraid that it has folded a lot of life, this monastic road has been completely broken."
"But he also blamed himself, but then again, the chief fortune-tuberance can count the seven holes of blood is also a talent, in the next great admiration."
After saying that he deliberately gave him a salute, and then took out one or two silver coins and put them down: "This or two silver coins, buy some good food and drink for the head of the road to make up for the body, do not disturb the chief rest, farewell."
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