My heart was heavy: "What the master means is that I will die forever?"

The old monk: "The bullshit is a life of death, and you will get the lottery for the next one, and you will never die!"

I was unwilling to give up: "There is no way to crack it?"

The old monk rolled up the yellow banner of the couplet: "I won't charge any more money, I won't charge any more money, you can go."

Me: "Master, help me."

Among the crowd, burst into laughter.

More and more people gather here.

After learning about the causes and consequences, they laughed and scolded and joked.

Someone said sarcastically: "Where is a signature that cannot be cracked? They just want to get more rewards."

The old monk was as if he had been exposed to the pain, blushed and stuttered: "Hu...hu...huh...no matter how many treasures he gave me...no matter how many treasures he had...I can't crack it for him..."

Someone said: "Where are those five-item fourth-grade lower-level artifacts?"

The old monk firmly said: "That's not OK."

The crowd started to cheer: "Where are ten-items, four-grade lower-level artifacts?"

The old monk: "If you don't have to, don't believe it..."

"Where are the twenty-fourth-grade lower-level artifacts?"

The old monk: "Uh... don't joke with me."

"I'm not kidding you. If you can crack the sign, this fortune teller can't come up with so many magical tools, so we'll get enough for you."

The old monk's eyes lit up: "Take it serious?"

My eyes lit up too.

No matter why the old monk made himself look like Kong Yiji, being ridiculed and humiliated.

He has his plan.

He has his way of doing things.

But his expression at this moment clearly told me that I had hope of survival.

Me: "Master, no matter how many magical artifacts you can speak. As long as you wake me up with a word, I will give you any magic weapon you want."

The old monk: "Okay! Since that's the case, I will reveal the secret of heaven and give you a way out. As the saying goes, fate is ill-fated, and this fate is not unchanging. According to your current situation, you will definitely die. But the time comes. If you do something and change your luck, the great fortune will naturally pass."

what I do?"

The old monk: "Everything is ready, only the east wind is not there. If the east wind does not come, you must exhale the wind."

Me: "What is wind?"

The old monk: "Water produces trees, and plants wither, and should be watered with water. I will give you the birth date and eight characters. This person should have a mark on his body, which is a hibiscus flower. If you find this person, the water from the North and bathe with him, there will be a glimmer of opportunity. The east wind will come to help you survive the death disaster."

With a big stroke of his pen, he wrote a birthday date on paper and handed it to me.

Everyone laughed again: "The Water of Beiming? What the hell? Haha... Hibiscus flower? What kind of flower is it? Could it be something from the world? Hahaha... It's so funny. I have traveled through various small universes, and I have never heard of what the hell is Hibiscus flower. I'll bathe in the water of Beiming? I can survive the life and death disaster by taking a bath? Old bald donkey, do you think people will believe it?"

I believe it!

I bowed respectfully and presented a sixth-grade lower artifact with both hands, saying, "Thank you, Master. This artifact is a sixth-grade lower artifact, which is worth twenty fourth-grade lower artifacts."

The old man collected the artifact and looked proudly at those who looked down on him.

Everyone yelled at me again.

At this moment, the Snow Goddess suddenly said, "Master, please tell me a fortune. You will be rewarded and he will help me."

The old man was stunned, looking at the Snow Goddess up and down, a little incredible: "He will pay for you to tell fortunes? Female donor, are you sure?"

The Snow Goddess smiled and looked at me: "Young Master, are you willing to help me?"

Me: "No problem!"

The old man looked at me and the Snow Goddess, lowered his head and said to himself: "It's over, it's really together. Haha... But that's fine, I have to make this cause and effect bigger. Otherwise, how could I tie them together?"

The old man: "Okay. The reward I want is the water of Beiming, I want three drops!"

I nodded: "No problem."

The old monk was extremely excited: "Come on, come on, female donor, just ask. What do you want?"

Snow Goddess: "Counting Marriage."

The old monk: "Draw lots or throw copper coins?"

Snow Goddess: "Master thinks I should draw lots or throw copper coins?"

The old monk: "Whatever... Oh, don't be so troublesome. I will break some skills today and make a fuss. Cherish the person in front of me! It's over, bring the water of Beiming."

The Snow Goddess lowered her head and her face turned a little red.

But there was an inexplicable sadness in his eyes.

After a long time, when I looked up, I had recovered as usual, and I said with a little blessing: "Thank you, Master."

The old monk had no intention of paying attention to him and looked at me with a gaze.

The water of Beiming is bound to be of infinite use.

Otherwise, no matter how hard the old man and lion spoke, he would not have only three drops.

Today, he wants thirty drops, three hundred drops, three thousand drops, and even more, and I will give it to him.

I bounced my fingers and sent three drops of Beiming water to the old monk.

The group of gods burst into laughter again.

The water of the North is like the water of the earthly world, and no one can see any clues.

Once the water of Beiming falls to the ground, it will immediately turn into nothingness.

Its weight is indescribable, and a drop of water is enough to exhaust a god.

Of course, outsiders couldn't see it, and they laughed loudly. It was really the water of the world. I'll go! This kid could not have been hired by the old bald donkey. But the old bald donkey has been here for three and a half years, and everyone knows what kind of virtues are. No matter how good the acting skills are, is it useful?

The old monk ignored these people.

He looked at Beiming Zhishui with his eyes, carefully held it in his palm, and gently put it into his mouth.

He even licked his palms without regard for his image, and it was clean.

At this time, the ninth-grade lower god said impatiently: "Okay, I've finished watching the excitement, it's time to end. Old bald donkey, come and draw a lottery, I want to see what kind of lottery you can draw."

The old monk said embarrassedly: "You can't calculate your own life..."

The man looked coldly and roared angrily, with a very majestic saying: "Take!"

The old monk pulled out one tremblingly and put it on the sign.

The man looked cold: "Unlock the sign."

The old monk: "I'm lucky recently."

The man sneered: "Very good, today, let me tell you that you are not only unlucky, but also very bad, very bad! It is extremely bad. Because, you are about to die!"

He suddenly burst out with murderous aura.

The old monk's face changed drastically, and he fell to the ground and begged: "Sir, please spare my life! I have not offended you. Please beg me..."

I don't know why he acted so timidly.

I don't know how high his cultivation level is.

But there is no doubt that killing this ninth-grade lower god is as simple as killing an ant.

It doesn't matter anymore.

I'm here today, and no one can touch a hair of him.

I looked at the god with a smile: "Why don't you draw a lottery too?"
Chapter completed!