Their Lucky Star Was Transmigrated! Chapter 406: The Daoist of Tribulation: Heaven will give me great responsibility!

"Does the road of robbery!"

It's not that Yun Shi didn't think about this situation, but under the suppression of the imperial court, Jie Yun Dao has long been a rat in the gutter. If it hadn't been for the Dao of Tribulation and Luck, it would have been useful, and it might have been completely wiped out long ago.

But just before, the West Mountain where the imperial mausoleum is located caught fire, and the Road of Jie Yun suffered another tragic suppression from the imperial court.

According to the news received by Yun's, the Daoists of Jie Luck are now on the run.

"This matter, wait and see!"

She doesn't want to mix with Jie Luck Dao if she doesn't reach a dead end. In particular, the news that the Daoist of Jie Yun Dao has become a lost dog made Yun's perception of Jie Yun Dao really not very good.

What's the matter of luck?

If you can't find the person who truly has great luck and great fortune, how long can you last for the little luck you've captured?

At this time, in a small town called Anding Town in Qushui County, Jiangcheng Prefecture, the Daoist Jie Yun, who was despised by the Yun family, was wearing a long robe, holding a hexagram flag, and wrote four characters: commoner, divine calculation.

One hexagram and one article, no money is allowed.

At this time, the Daoist of Jie Luck is down and down, and he is not much different from the fortune-telling liar who is living in the rivers and lakes.

These days, he has suffered too.

The confidant around him is dead.

Some people betrayed him and were killed by him or those who were loyal to him.

Some were killed by betrayer's sneak attack.

Of course, there are others who hide and dare not show their faces again.

The whole world is hunting and killing people of the Dao of Jie Fortune. The scale is large and the situation is bad. Compared with the founding father of the Tang Dynasty, it is no worse than that.

The Daoist Jie Luck fled all the way, went into the water, and finally stopped contacting the people of the Jie Luck Dao from all over the world. After completely breaking the connection, it was barely stable.

Because the western mountain where the imperial mausoleum is located was set on fire, Emperor Yongping and the eldest princess cooperated in a rare and sincere way, vowing to drive out the Dao of Jie Fortune.

"My destiny is my destiny, how could this place be so distressed?"

The Daoist of Jie Luck has reflected several times, but still can't understand why this is happening?

"Fortune teller, let me do the math, how are you doing today?"

"It's accurate, your benefits are indispensable, and I'm not sure, I smashed your stall!"

A drunken man suddenly appeared in front of Daoist Jie Luck and spoke arrogantly.

The Daoist Jie Luck accompanied the smiling face, glanced at the man, smiled slightly, and said, "Little brother, your luck is very good today. If you can stop your hand before midnight, you will be able to make money every day!"

"Haha, I can talk!"

"Take it, I will reward you!"

The drunk man will take out a piece of loose silver from his waist pouch and throw it directly to the robbery master.

If it was in the past, how would Jie Luck Dao care about such ordinary people, and would not be contaminated with such worldly things as gold, silver and copper coins, but now, he is already a lonely man and his future is unknown.

"It's time for a good meal!"

After collecting the scattered silver, the Daoist Jie Luck looked up at the noodle shop a hundred steps away.

He held his hexagram flag, cleaned up the stall, and walked towards the opposite side.

"Writing family letters, petitions, writing brushes, copying books, writing couplets, inscription door plaques"

Passing through a scholar's stall, seeing the text written behind the scholar, Daoist Jie Luck couldn't help but stop and look at the scholar who was writing.

"Heaven will send a great responsibility to the people of this country, and they must first suffer their will and work their muscles and bones"

Looking at the article the scholar was writing, Daoist Jie Luck's eyes flashed.

Isn't that what he's talking about?

He used to be high above, although his ambitions were lofty, but he was far away from this world.

Didn't the emperor Taizu, the founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty, only fly for nine days after he was charged with the frontier fortress? Isn't all this exactly the same as he is now?

Jiao Luck Daoist did not read the entire article written by the scholar, but strode forward to the noodle shop in front.

He wants to eat a good meal, and then start the path of penance.

He wants to establish a Taoist kingdom in this world, but how can he be free from this earth and all peoples?

"The shopkeeper, bring two bowls of noodles and more mutton!"

The Daoist Jie Luck slapped the unheated pieces of silver on the table.

The shopkeeper of the noodle shop saw the silver, and immediately put a smile on his face, and happily replied: "Two bowls of noodles, add more mutton!"

The smell of mutton is something that Jieyun Dao once disliked.

When he lived in seclusion in Jingxuguan in the capital, the Daoist of Jie Luck ate beef.

Although the imperial court ordered to prohibit the slaughter of cattle, but for his dignified robbery Daoist, if he wants to eat beef, he can eat it no matter what.

But nowadays, it's good to eat some mutton.

If it weren't for bad luck, he would even have to eat pork.

Soon, two bowls of noodles were delivered.

Jie Luck Daoist pointed to the scholar who was writing outside and said, "Give this bowl to that scholar!"

"Huh?"

The noodle restaurant's second heard the words of Daoist Jie Luck, and couldn't help but stunned, "Sir, are you sure?"

"What? Is there a problem?"

"Sir, I don't know, that's Zhang Juren, who is always there and helps everyone free of charge. It is said that this is to practice calligraphy and to understand the various conditions of life along the way."

"We don't understand what it means, anyway, Zhang Juren is not bad for money!"

"The richest person in our town is Zhang Juren's house. Zhang Juren may not like your mutton noodles!"

"This seat asks you to send it, you will send it!"

Although I heard the origin of the scholar from the mouth of the noodle restaurant Xiaoer, Daoist Jieyun was only stunned for a moment, and still firmly asked Xiaoer to send the mutton noodles.

"Yes, you are the guest, you have the final say!"

Little Er saw the broken silver that Daoist Jie Luck gave to his shopkeeper. Knowing that this is a rich master, naturally I don't want to offend.

He immediately walked out of the noodle shop with the beef noodle in his hand, and in a few steps he arrived in front of Zhang Juren who was writing.

"Master Juren, this is what the guest invited you to eat!"

The noodle shop second turned his head and gestured to the Taoist Jie Luck who was sitting in the noodle shop.

Zhang Juren was also stunned and turned to look at Daoist Jie Luck.

The eyes of the two met, and Daoist Jie Luck raised the chopsticks in his hand, signaling to invite Zhang Juren to eat noodles together.

Zhang Juren helped to write a lot of documents for free in this town. It was the first time someone asked him to come forward, and he smiled immediately.

"Second brother, please help me bring the noodles back, I'll go in and eat with the old gentleman!"

"Uh, ok, ok!"

The noodle restaurant Xiao Er swallowed his saliva, his heart pounding, "So, Master Juren also eats mutton noodles!"

Zhang Juren put down his writing brush, used a paperweight to press down the paper he had not finished writing on, washed his hands in the hand basin next to him, took out a handkerchief to dry, and then walked to the noodle shop.

"Xie Sheng, Mr. Xie, for the face!"

Zhang Juren entered the noodle shop and bowed first to Daoist Jie Yun.

The Daoist of Jie Luck nodded slightly, very satisfied with this Juren's attitude, smiled slightly, and said, "Mo Duoyan, eat noodles first!"