Dedicate One’s Mind

Chapter 588 Waves of Luck

After walking for a long time, I suddenly saw a city dozens of feet high in front of me. It was so big in circumference that it was probably not a hundred miles wide. In the secular dynasty, there were only a handful of cities of this size.

Wu Yi took a closer look and found that he had been traveling all the way and had arrived at the capital of the Kingdom of Dayu. He had been here once before to celebrate the birthday of Emperor Gengshi. At that time, he suffered a lot due to power disputes within the royal family. However, it is all in the past tense.

Walking with wind, Wu Yi arrived at the city gate not long after, but he saw the gate towers were towering and stacked in rows. A moat of five to six feet passes around the city, like a river, with high mountains facing each other in the north and south, like the Maitreya Buddha.

Wu Yi was introverted at the moment, and his clothes were disheveled for many days. They were not shabby, but he looked like a down-and-out Taoist priest holding a tattered Taoist flag. How could he look so poor and downcast?

The country of Dayu is under the rule of the Taoist sect, which advocates Taoism and inaction. There are many people who go out to become Taoist priests. However, there are still only a few who can enter the Yiqi Taoist temple. Most of them just use the name of Taoist priests to swindle. After all, Taoist priests do not pay taxes and breed many unruly Taoists. .

Obviously, the way Wu Yi is dressed now, in the eyes of others, is like a wild monk, and Wu Yi is also happy that others think that it can make him closer to the world, just like when he met a strong man on the road and saw him in poverty, he let him go. His movement made Wu Yi laugh in his heart.

Seeing Wu Yi's appearance, the city gate guard let him in with disgust and complained in his heart: It's true that no matter who he is, he can enter and exit the city gate by wearing a Taoist robe, allowing these scammers to flourish.

Wu Yi didn't care about the eyes of others, and returned to the old place. At this moment, he was alone and happy with the situation. It wouldn't be very interesting if he really showed his magic power and had thousands of people kneeling down to him.

Strength determines status, and status determines the eyes of others. This has been the same since ancient times. A truly powerful person never needs the eyes of others to determine his status.

Within the capital, there are six streets and three cities, with a wide range of goods and supplies, thousands of households, and prosperous business. When it's time for dinner, from time to time you can see the smoke curling up from the cooking pots and the aroma of rice. But after all, the capital city is no better than a small town. Even if it's time for dinner, there are still a forest of vendors in the market.

When Wu Yi walked up the street, he saw dignified people, neatly dressed, clear speech, and few arguments and quarrels. This is a microscopic view. From a macroscopic view, the national destiny suspended in the capital city operates as calmly as a river, with rare waves.

Those who were doing business and selling on both sides saw Wu Yi's desolate look. They all came to see a seller of cooking cakes who was a boring person. He lost his business. They grabbed Wu Yi and joked: "Why did the Taoist priest end up like this?"

Wu Yi smiled and said: "Immortals eat the wind, drink the dew, and indulge in the mountains and rivers. Compared with cultivating the Tao, it is more difficult, but it is safer."

When the man heard this, he laughed loudly and said: "The Taoist actually compares himself to an immortal. I guess he must have the ability of an immortal."

There are many Taoist priests in Dayu Kingdom, and it is not that they have never seen these monks with some cultivation. It’s just that such existences are either cultivating in Taoist temples or praying for the royal family. They are all high-class people. How can they be like Wu Yi? "Wild Monk" is comparable.

There are many novels about ghosts and monsters circulated in the neighborhood, and there are many stories about immortals banishing the world and playing games in the world, but no one has ever seen their existence in reality.

Wu Yi said confidently: "What do you want to see?"

"Then it naturally depends on what the Taoist master knows."

Wu Yi flicked his robe sleeves, showing a bit of fairy spirit. In one breath, he talked about a long list of magical powers like a folk storyteller, saying: "Rotate the winds of creation, reverse the yin and yang, move the stars to change the bucket, travel from heaven to return to the sun, Call the rain and the wind, shake the mountains and the earth, ride the mist and clouds, draw the rivers into the land, cast golden light across the land, turn the rivers and stir the seas, point the ground into steel, the Five Elements Avenue, the six armored gates, know the future against the will, whip the mountains and move the rocks, bring the dead back to life, Flying to hold the mark, taking nine breaths to subdue the Qi, leading out Yuanyang, subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger, patching up the sky and bathing in the sun, pushing mountains and filling the sea, turning stones into gold, standing upright without a shadow, transforming the fetus into shapes, the size is as desired, flowers blooming in an instant, wandering gods control the Qi, See through the wall, turn away from the wind and return fire, master the five thunders, dive into the abyss and shrink into the ground, fly sand and rocks, carry the mountain and cross the sea, scatter beans to form an army, nail the head with seven arrows."

The man was surprised and said: "Do you know the Thirty-Six Methods of Tiangang?"

Wu Yi shook his head, causing everyone to laugh. In fact, what Wu Yi really meant was that he did not know all these magical powers. After all, these magical powers penetrated several realms, and some were even real immortal methods.

Some dilapidated Taoist families have no one to practice Taoism. The Taoism passed down from their ancestors has been passed down by them, forming the so-called Thirty-Six Methods of Tiangang among the people. Similarly, there are also the Seventy-two Techniques of Earthly Evil, which are the true Taoist disciples. , and laughed it off.

"The Taoist priest doesn't know anything, which makes me very embarrassed!"

"I know what will happen to you next? If I win, how about you lose one of your cakes to me?"

"What if you lose?"

"I will guard the stall for you and help you sell cooking cakes," Wu Yi said meaningfully after that, "Then you can do what you want to do."

"Hey, I don't want you to guard the stall for me, just tell me what will happen next?"

"Next, someone will call you." Wu Yi said with a smile.

After saying this, there was a woman who spoke highly of the word "Takata". What a coincidence.

Wu Yi looked at the pancake seller opposite and smiled without saying a word.

The man named Takada's face changed slightly, but he did not panic. He said: "It's dinner time now. My mother-in-law called me home for dinner. Even a child can guess it."

"You will be in a bloody disaster next." Wu Yi still had that smiling face, as if he was extremely sure of everything and had everything under control.

When the woman saw Takada from a distance, her beautiful eyebrows stood up, she rolled up her sleeves, angrily came forward and shouted: "You damn ghost, you didn't go home last night, tell me! Why did you spend the night at that vixen's house?" La!"

There was a dense flow of people nearby, and Takata was stopped by the crowd and did not escape. The woman made several marks on his face, and red blood flowed from his forehead. It was true that he had witnessed a bloody disaster.

Wu Yi smiled and watched the couple perform a martial arts show on the street. Seeing this scene, people on the side pointed at Wu Yi and hesitated in their hearts.

Arriving at the Gaotian stall, Wu Yi took out a large pancake and gave it to a black-faced child watching beside him, saying, "This is what you deserve, take it."

Yesterday, Takata asked this boy to help him guard the stall, saying that he would pay him, but in the end he turned out to be an iron rooster and never plucked out his hair, which was quite abominable. Wu Yi gave him a little punishment.

The boy took the cooking cake and said to Wu Yi several times: "Thank you, immortal."

Although the human body is not as good at manipulating people's hearts as the inner demon body, it is not difficult to know what you want to know with spiritual knowledge, especially since the other party is still a mortal.

One small incident passed, and Wu Yi moved on.

Later, a young man who had been watching for a long time came to Wu Yi and said: "I beg the immortal to arrange my funeral arrangements."

After saying this, the fate over the capital city inadvertently caused a minor disturbance.

The exam is over and the manuscript is gone. It’s sad.

All in all, don’t fail the class, don’t fail the class, don’t fail the class, it’s too humble.