MTL - Look In the Mirror-v2 Chapter 662 Kunlun Guizang
Chapter 662 Kunlun Guizang
Bu Qingyun's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.
Since Little Taoist Floating Cloud shook the dice cup just now, his ears have been beating constantly.
This is the very clever 'listening to dice' technique among the thousand techniques.
If you want to practice this technique, you must have extraordinary talent.
Bu Qingyun's 'Listening to Dice' is even more outstanding among them.
He saw at a glance that it was the first time for the little Taoist priest Fuyun to touch the dice cup, but he actually learned the unique skill of the elder Guo Huai.
Although he doesn't know "Uncertain Storm", he can use his true energy to move the dice to achieve the effect of "Uncertain Storm".
The dice cup was turned upside down, as if the dice had landed.
In fact, the dice are spinning rapidly in the void.
At this time, Monk Xinguang couldn't help but frowned: What's going on?
He is the only successor of "Dharma One Palm Sutra", and he has always been exhaustive.
But at this moment, I counted with my left hand, but I couldn't figure out the number.
But the corner of Monk Yehui's mouth curled up, and secretly said: "Master, the dice inside are still rolling."
If Lichen has the Mirror of Interpretation of Words, Monk Xinguang has the "Dharma One Palm Sutra".
But the two of them couldn't compete with the monk Yehui who had the "Sky Eye".
Golden light flashed in his eyes, and he could clearly see the dice in the dice cup.
Monk Xinguang couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief when he heard the words.
No wonder I can't calculate accurately, it turns out that the dice is not a fixed number.
What a cunning little Taoist priest.
Really like a teacher, there must be a disciple.
After a little meditation, Monk Xinguang touched his bald head with a big hand, and suddenly slapped the table.
Snapped!
There was a crisp sound.
Seeing that the face of the little Taoist Fuyun on the opposite side froze, the next moment he frowned slightly.
His eyes crossed his forehead and his hair might be broken, and looked at the big monk opposite, and secretly screamed in his heart: This is a master.
Monk Xinguang seemingly casually slapped the table just now, but it broke the balance of the dice rotation.
The dice fell all at once.
The variable just now has become a fixed number.
At the same time, the fingers of the left hand in the sleeve of the monk Xinguang must have obviously had results.
"Three, five, six."
After speaking, he grinned at the corner of his mouth, and looked at the other party with a smile.
Little Taoist Fuyun was stared into hairs all over by him.
Knowing that I missed a move this time, I didn't delay, I just turned over the dice cup, and there were three dice of "three, five, six" at the bottom.
"Ouch~"
"This great monk is amazing~"
"Even guessing the points is the same!"
"Originally, I only thought that Daoist Fuyun would win without a doubt, but I didn't expect this monk to take the lead."
"How can this monk, a Taoist priest, have such gambling skills? Does he often play two games in the mountains?"
"..."
But the corner of Taoist Fuyun's mouth twitched: "Admit the bet and admit defeat~"
"Xiaodao lost the first round~"
"Now, it's time for you to roll the dice, Xiaodao will guess."
After speaking, he handed the dice cup to Monk Xinguang.
The monk took it with both hands and smiled, without any fancy movements.
Looking at the three, five, and six dice on the table, he turned the dice cup upside down and placed it directly on top of the three dice.
"Amitabha."
"The Taoist priest, please guess."
This action stunned everyone around.
That's it?
Don't you need to shake the dice?
Not to mention Li Chen and Ye Hui behind him, even Bu Qingyun, a master of gambling and known as the Southern Wilderness God of Gamblers, didn't understand it.
When the dice cup is covered, it is 'three five six'.
There was no shaking in the middle, so the result must be 'three five six'.
"I'm afraid this monk is a fool."
"That's right, if you don't roll the dice, how can the points change."
"It's obvious to admit defeat~"
While everyone was in a fog, the little Taoist Fuyun opposite was shocked.
His gaze was fixed, and his pupils began to shake up and down.
Unknowingly, sweat has flowed down the messy hair on the forehead.
He was confused, and he couldn't help scratching his hair with both hands.
At this moment, the look of winning was no longer on his face.
How is this going?
What kind of riddle does this monk and Taoist play?
After half a cup of tea, Taoist Fuyun let out a long sigh and put down his hands.
"Xiaodao lost."
As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar.
When everyone heard the words, they couldn't believe their ears.
Didn't move at all, and covered the dice cup.
The other was so anxious that he grabbed his hair and couldn't guess the number on the bright side.
This…
Put a fire stick into the pot—by mistake.
"The stone is yours."
Little Taoist Fuyun was about to leave after finishing speaking.
But the monk Xinguang behind him proclaimed a Buddha's name.
"Amitabha."
"Who are you, Daoist Mochen?"
Little Taoist Fuyun was walking fast, but when he heard the name 'Weichen', he couldn't help but pause.
"Huh~"
"How do you know my master?"
The little Taoist turned around and looked at Monk Xinguang in surprise.
The people around were also taken aback, they didn't expect this monk and Taoist to know him.
Bu Qingyun saw that Huo Buddha's relic had already belonged, so he immediately invited a few people to Qinghong Villa to hold a special banquet for him.
And in the backyard of Qinghong Villa.
Little Taoist Fuyun suddenly realized: "It turns out that the old monk is the great monk that the old man said!"
Monk Xinguang once said that when it comes to divination, there are not many people in the world who can beat themselves.
The Daoist Mochen is one of them.
When they were in Moon Shadow City, when they were evading capture by the shadow guards, the small Taoist temple where they hid was the place where Daoist Mochen practiced.
And Taoist Master Weichen happened to mention Monk Xinguang to his disciples.
So little Taoist priest Fuyun guessed the identity of monk Xinguang at once.
"Amitabha."
"Poor monk ~ Xinguang."
Seeing Monk Xinguang clasped his hands together and saluted eleven, the little Taoist naturally did not dare to straighten his body, and immediately bowed his head respectfully to Monk Xinguang.
"Floating clouds on the trail, I have met the master."
Monk Xinguang just smiled, and hurriedly helped little Taoist Fuyun up.
In fact, the two of them don't know how to gamble at all.
The reason why the dice can be counted accurately every time is because of the divination technique inherited by the family.
Monk Xinguang practiced the "Dharma One Palm Sutra" from Landa Temple.
Little Taoist Fuyun practiced "Gui Zang" inherited from Kunlun Mountain.
"Dharma One Palm Sutra" was left by Bodhidharma.
The background of "Gui Zang" is even bigger.
"Gui Zang", "Lian Shan" and "Zhou Yi" are collectively called the Book of Changes.
is the most magical divination technique of Taoism.
It's just that this technique creates ghosts and gods, and it is difficult for humans to get along, so they are divided and hidden.
"Book of Changes" was hidden in the royal court of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the first emperor of Zhou even deduced a "Tianzi Wangqi Art" from it.
is the secret biography of the imperial court.
The fragments of "Lianshan" were obtained by "Four Friends of Lianshan".
While on the Miluo River before, Lichen caught the Chiqi, so he won a copy.
Just kept hiding in Tanchan's rosary, without comprehension.
What people didn't expect was that the most mysterious chapter "Gui Zang" among the three classics was actually in the hands of Kunlun Mountain.
Monk Xinguang and Taoist Fuyun seem to be competing in gambling skills.
Actually, they are comparing divination techniques!
(end of this chapter)
