Chapter 588: The Tide of Fortune

After walking for a long time, he suddenly saw a city several dozen feet high in front of him. It was so large that it was probably hundreds of miles in radius. In the secular dynasties, there were naturally few cities of this scale.

Wu Yi looked carefully and found that he had come to the capital of Dayu Kingdom after traveling all the way. He had been here once before to celebrate the birthday of Emperor Gengshi. At that time, he suffered a lot because of the power struggle within the royal family. However, it was all in the past.

Wu Yi walked briskly and soon arrived at the city gate. He saw that the gate tower was tall and the battlements were lined up. The moat of five or six feet passed around the city like a river. The mountains in the north and south faced each other, just like Maitreya Buddha.

Wu Yi was introverted at this moment. His clothes were not tattered because they had not been arranged for many days. He looked like a down-and-out Taoist priest holding a tattered Taoist banner. How poor and down-and-out he looked.

Dayu is ruled by the Taoist sect, and Taoism is worshipped as inaction. Many people go out to be Taoist priests, but only a few can enter the Yiqi Taoist temple. Most of them are just swindling people under the name of Taoist priests. After all, Taoist priests are not taxed, which breeds many wild Taoist priests.

Obviously, Wu Yi's current dress makes others think that he is a wild monk, and Wu Yi is also happy that others think so, which can make him closer to the world. For example, when he met a strong man on the road before, he saw that he was poor and let him go, which made Wu Yi laugh in his heart.

The guard at the city gate saw Wu Yi's dress and let him in with disgust. He complained in his heart: It's true that no matter who it is, he can enter and exit the city gate by putting on a Taoist robe, allowing these scammers to flourish.

Wu Yi didn't care about the eyes of others. He revisited the old place. At this moment, he was alone and took things as they came. If he really showed his magic power and was worshipped by thousands of people, it would not be very meaningful.

Strength determines status, and status determines the eyes of others. It has been the same since ancient times. A truly powerful person never needs others' eyes to determine his status.

In the capital, there are six streets and three markets, with a wide variety of goods and materials, and thousands of households are doing prosperous business. At mealtime, you can often see smoke rising from cooking and the aroma of rice wafting in the air, but the capital is not like a small city after all. Even at mealtime, there are still many vendors on the streets.

When Wu Yi walked on the street market, he saw people standing tall, dressed neatly, speaking clearly, and rarely arguing. This is a microscopic view. From a macroscopic perspective, the national destiny suspended in the capital is as calm as a river, with few waves.

The merchants on both sides saw Wu Yi in such a miserable state that they all came to see him. One of them, a pancake seller, was a boring person. He lost his business, grabbed Wu Yi, and teased him: "How did you fall to this state, Taoist priest?"

Wu Yi smiled and said: "Immortals eat wind and drink dew, indulge in mountains and rivers, which is safer than the difficulty of practicing Taoism."

The man laughed and said: "The Taoist priest actually compares himself to an immortal. I think he must have the ability of an immortal."

There are many Taoist priests in Dayu Country. They have seen some cultivators with some cultivation. However, such people either practice in Taoist temples or pray for the royal family. They are all upper-class people. How can they be compared with a "wild monk" like Wu Yi?

There are many strange novels circulating in the streets, and there are many stories about immortals being banished to the mortal world and playing in the human world, but who has seen such people in reality?

Wu Yi said confidently: "What do you want to see?"

"That depends on what the Taoist can do."

Wu Yi shook his sleeves, revealing a bit of immortality. In one breath, he spoke a long list of magical powers like a folk storyteller, saying: "Qianxuan creation, reversing yin and yang, moving stars and changing constellations, turning the sky back to the sun, calling rain and calling wind, shaking mountains and shaking the earth, riding the mist and clouds, turning rivers into land, letting the earth shine with golden light, turning rivers and seas, pointing to the ground to make steel, the Five Elements Avenue, the Six Jia Qimen, knowing the future in reverse, whipping mountains and moving stones, resurrecting the dead, flying and leaving traces, nine breaths to subdue the qi, leading out the Yuanyang, subduing dragons and tigers, Patching the sky and bathing the sun, pushing mountains and filling the sea, turning stones into gold, standing upright without a shadow, changing shapes, whatever size you want, flowers blooming in an instant, wandering spirits and controlling air, seeing through walls, turning fire back with the wind, mastering the five thunders, shrinking the earth under the abyss, flying sand and rocks, carrying mountains and crossing the sea, turning beans into soldiers, and shooting seven arrows. "

The man was surprised and said: "You know all these Tiangang Thirty-Six Methods?"

Wu Yi shook his head, causing laughter from all sides. In fact, Wu Yi's real meaning was that he didn't know all these magical powers. After all, these magical powers run through several realms, and some are even real immortal methods.

Some ruined Taoist families have no one to practice Taoism, and the Taoist methods passed down by their ancestors were spread by them, forming the so-called Tiangang Thirty-Six Methods among the people. The same corresponds to the Seventy-Two Disha Techniques. The real Taoists just laughed it off.

"The Taoist priest knows nothing, which makes me feel very embarrassed!"

"I know what will happen to you next? If I win, how about you give me one of your pancakes?"

"What if you lose?"

"I will guard the stall for you and help you sell pancakes," Wu Yi said meaningfully, "Then you can do what you want to do."

"Hey, I don't want you to guard the stall for me, just tell me what will happen to me next?"

"Next, someone will call you." Wu Yi said with a smile.

After that, a woman called out the words "Gao Tian", which was a great coincidence.

Wu Yi looked at the pancake seller opposite and smiled without saying anything.

The man named Gao Tian's face changed slightly, but he was not panicked, and said: "It's dinner time now, my wife called me home for dinner, even a child can guess it."

"You will have a bloody disaster next." Wu Yi still had that smiling face, as if he was extremely sure of everything and had it all under control.

When the woman saw Takada from a distance, her beautiful eyebrows stood up, she rolled up her sleeves, angrily came forward and shouted: "You damn ghost, you didn't go home last night, tell me! Why did you spend the night at that vixen's house?" La!"

There was a dense flow of people nearby, and Takata was stopped by the crowd and did not escape. The woman made several marks on his face, and red blood flowed from his forehead. It was true that he had witnessed a bloody disaster.

Wu Yi smiled and watched the couple perform a martial arts show on the street. Seeing this scene, people on the side pointed at Wu Yi and hesitated in their hearts.

Arriving at the Gaotian stall, Wu Yi took out a large pancake and gave it to a black-faced child watching beside him, saying, "This is what you deserve, take it."

Yesterday, Takata asked this boy to help him guard the stall, saying that he would pay him, but in the end he turned out to be an iron rooster and never plucked out his hair, which was quite abominable. Wu Yi gave him a little punishment.

The boy took the cooking cake and said to Wu Yi several times: "Thank you, immortal."

Although the human body is not as good at manipulating people's hearts as the inner demon body, it is still not difficult to know what you want to know with spiritual knowledge, especially since the other party is still a mortal.

One small thing passed, and Wu Yi moved on.

Later, a young man who had been watching for a long time came to Wu Yi and said: "I beg the immortal to arrange my funeral arrangements."

After saying this, the luck in the capital city inadvertently caused a minor disturbance.

The exam is over and the manuscript is gone. It’s sad.

All in all, don’t fail the class, don’t fail the class, don’t fail the class, it’s too humble.