Author: Melancholy Sunday

One day, Li Zi and several people traveled to the wild to find the saint to relieve the depression of being suppressed by Xiao Xu everywhere. She was wandering around and secretly had half a day of leisure. When she arrived at a small temple, she also drew a lottery on a whim and asked about the cause and effect.

Seeing that the temple prayer was close to him, Li Jing took the lead. The temple prayer received the signature and said, "Sign up to eighty-eight, go." After that, he handed over a signature.

Li Jing asked, and couldn't help feeling uneasy. He took the slightly yellow sign paper and gently read the signature "Fishing alone in the cold pond, the middle of the journey is full of excitement, the cold water is cold and the fish is not bait, and the moon is bright and the moon is coming back."

For a moment, everyone was speechless, just tightened the sign in their hands, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

Yuchi Jingde is worthy of the veteran on the battlefield. After a moment of pause, he whispered: "A real man can only be ashamed of his heart when dealing with the world, and he will be a joke when he wins and loses. Besides, prophecies are illusory things, so why should he be worried about it!" After saying that, he walked forward with a heroic spirit and angrily handed over the sign in his hand to the temple.

"Sign 11, go."

Yuchi Jingde was wearing a tiger's face and spread the sign paper, almost tearing it into two pieces. The signing said, "The moon in the deep pool is in the mirror, and it is empty, so please report the message."

Rao Yuchi's writing is not deep, and he also understands the meaning of the signing. For a moment, the blue veins on the back of his hand appear, and the tiger's arms tremble slightly.

Changsun Wuji was very serious and steadfast, and he did not see any sadness and joy, and also handed out a signature.

"Sign fifty-five, middle and lower"

"The drizzle is wet, the road by the river is blocked, the road is far away, and the east wind is dependent on the east wind." Changsun Wuji's voice was still clear, and after just a few words of recitation, a daze flashed through his eyes.

"Sign 18, go"

Fang Xuanling's lips curled slightly, as if he was sneering. He took the sign paper and didn't look at the thin temple blessing again. The paper chanted "I feel sad, my mouth chirped, my thoughts and worries, and I don't stop talking." Then he couldn't close his mouth anymore, but just looked at the sign paper in his hand...

Although there were consecutive defeats, Li Zi was still gentle and elegant. Seeing that his subordinates seemed to have lost something, he couldn't help but sigh, walked forward and handed out his winning ticket.

"Sign Nine Five..." The voice of Zhu Bubo in the temple showed a slight slight ripples that were almost unaware of.

Pang Yu was on the side. Seeing that his colleague was not at ease, he heard the temple prayers and couldn't help but come up and raised his voice, "Congratulations to the lord, the number of nine five is great! It is proved that my lord will surely ascend to the great treasure!"

Everyone was shocked when they asked and came forward to surround Li Zi, singing praises to him. This little Xu kept his arms blocking the car, and the little Xu Hark would die every day. For a moment, he wiped out all his previous depression.

Little Li Zi smiled and said nothing, and accepted all the flatteries from his subordinates. He took the temple blessing and handed over fresh yellow paper, and his heart was also swayed. Seeing that the lord's signature was different, the ministers believed it was auspicious and became more flattering. Li Zi pressed his joy in his heart and spread the paper and said, "The extreme worries of joy are coming, Xun and Dui are clearly auspicious and unlucky, and they cannot be bright and dark, and the sun sets and the west mountain shines in the sky."

The ministers were thrilled for a moment.

Little Lizi was shocked. He recalled the past and his hands were trembling. But he found that there seemed to be something strange at the end of the signature. He tried to calm himself down and carefully distinguished it. He saw that there were six regular scripts written on the edge of the signature paper that were thinner than the legs of a fly. The iron marks and silver hooks were poured into the wind of Wang Youjun.

"Also: You're dead."
Chapter completed!