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Chapter 39 Unlocking the Sign

A few days later, Lingzhou, Linghu City.

As the name suggests, this city is built on a lake. Next to the city is a huge lake. It is clear and waveless, with misty water and no end as far as the eye can see.

This lake is a pure land for spiritual practice, full of spiritual beauty. The lake is light blue, clear and translucent. There are green lotuses flashing in it, emerald green like clouds, and strange animals with gleaming scales.

Zhou Qing arrived here at this time, only more than a thousand miles away from the family, almost under the eyes of the powerful people in the clan.

Linghu City is a city where monks and mortals live together. Because it is close to Linghu Lake, the soil is fertile and suitable for spiritual plants. Therefore, there are large medicinal fields outside the city. Even if you plant mortal grains, the ones that grow will have a trace of spiritual energy.

The city is not very big. This is not the only city around the lake, but one of dozens. The city wall is entirely made of reddish-brown boulders, full of vicissitudes of time, and the wall is extremely mottled.

People were coming and going at the city gate, not only monks but also mortals, but there was no friction between the two.

Linghu City is different. This difference is not only different in people, but also in the cultivation atmosphere.

Outside, most of the cultivating world is indifferent. A monk may kill a family of mortals collecting medicine for a source stone. Everyone is wary of each other. If there are some quarrels among the monks, a war may break out. , affecting countless mortals.

But the atmosphere in Linghu City is quite different. This is the atmosphere enforced by the contemporary city lord. If you want to fight, you can only fight outside the city, and you have to stay dozens of miles away. Anyone who fights in the city will be dealt with by the city lord. .

At first, some people were dissatisfied and complained. However, the city lord's surname was Zhou, and he was a member of the Zhou family with a high status in this oasis. No one dared not give face.

And as time goes by, people also feel the benefits, which is equivalent to having a clean land and their safety is greatly guaranteed.

The streets in the city are wide enough for a dozen beasts to ride side by side, and there are many stalls along the streets.

Fruits, jewelry, snacks, paper kites, and even candies.

Monks do not just pursue cultivation. They also travel, relax, and buy things from mortals that have nothing to do with cultivation.

Several big men from the Lunhai Secret Realm were sitting in a noodle stall, eating hot noodles and talking about today's fishing harvest with a smile.

There was also a pair of Taoist couples from the secret realm of the wheel, holding each other's hands on the street, their faces full of sweetness.

A middle-aged monk from the secret realm of the Taoist Palace, with a five or six-year-old child, and a gentle woman beside him, stood in front of a candy man stall, waiting patiently for the mortals to knead the candy man.

Zhou Qing's calm heart was suddenly touched.

Thinking back to more than a year ago, he was sitting alone in Taixuanmen practicing meditation, and he had no complaints against anyone.

However, those people wanted to interfere with his practice because of a possibility that he was not sure of. If he had not had a mountain and river map to protect him, he would have inevitably spit out blood at that time.

Calm, harmonious.

What a luxurious word for a monk.

If fighting caused by chance is a normal thing, then in many sects, those who see someone with a higher talent than themselves and try to kill them are truly evil behaviors. .

It can only be said that Linghu City is indeed a good place. No wonder so many monks like to live in this city.

Zhou Qing walked around the city for a while, and finally reached the inner city, where monks were basically setting up stalls.

There are people who sell spiritual fish, people who sell treasures, and there are even a few people who interpret people's fortunes and tell fortunes.

Zhou Qing glanced around and found that these people did have varying degrees of divine power. Moreover, this power had some flavor of fate, but it was very weak and superficial. It was far from as vast as the power of fate. It seemed to be inclusive. All the feelings.

"Little brother, do you want me to ask for a fortune? I am the best at divination and prediction here. I am especially good at marriage fortune and luck fortune. Everyone calls me 'Liu Banxian'. I get nine out of ten fortunes, and the price is cheap, half a catty." A pure source can unlock the first sign."

An old man in Taoist robes saw Zhou Qing's gaze and immediately began to promote himself, with a smile on his face.

"Old Liu, you can interpret your signature randomly, but you can't speak nonsense. Among us, you have the worst reputation. Usually no one comes to you to interpret your signature. Little brother, come to me, on this street. , I am the one with the best business."

Another old man with a white beard blew his hair and glared at the old man in Taoist robes. When he looked at Zhou Qing, his expression changed quickly and he immediately smiled.

"Old man Lu, please don't confuse right and wrong. It's not my interpretation of the lottery that's wrong. It's obviously their own lottery that is really bad. They're all inferior. Can I still interpret the inferior signature?" Tao Pao said. The old man also glared at the old man with the white beard.

Zhou Qing has now understood the power of destiny, so he can barely tell that among these people, the power of heaven around the old man in Taoist robes is indeed stronger.

Although this person's image is a bit wretched, he does have real abilities. His cultivation level is also at the level of life spring, and half a catty source is indeed not expensive.

So Zhou Qing walked to the stall of the old man in Taoist robes and took out a pound of source. He really couldn't take out half a pound, and there was no such small source piece on his body.

After accepting the source, the old man in Taoist robes smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed. He handed the lottery tube on the stall to Zhou Qing and said with a smile: "My little friend, I will interpret two lots for you. The first lot is the marriage lot. Little friend. Please ask for the sign first, and then I will interpret the sign for you."

The old man in Taoist robes didn't care about Zhou Qing's identity or cultivation. To him, Zhou Qing was just his customer.

Zhou Qing nodded, closed his eyes, and shook the lottery tube. He did not use any spiritual consciousness or cultivation, and shook the lottery tube normally like a mortal.

After a few breaths, Zhou Qing drew a lottery.

The old man in Taoist robes stretched out his calloused hands and picked up the bamboo stick. There was no writing on it, which was different from ordinary people's sticks. There was only a line of strange lines that could not be understood.

The old man glanced at the lines, then closed his eyes, counted with his fingers, picked up a red pen beside him, and began to draw on a piece of yellow paper.

Zhou Qing clearly felt that the power of heaven around the old man became active in an instant.

However, the old man was already immersed in an inexplicable power at this time. The painting hand was not writing according to his own will, but was moving with some unknown power.

After opening his eyes, the old man in Taoist robes took a look at what he had drawn on the yellow paper, and his expression suddenly darkened.

I saw extremely abstract patterns drawn crookedly on the yellow paper, and no normal things could be seen at all.

"How do you solve this sign?" Zhou Qing stared at him and said lightly.