When I talked about the teenager, when the older people faced the challenges of younger generations, they couldn't help but have the idea of ​​not accepting old age. Forget-you-lu makes up for Lu Yiyan's lack of energy. The old guy stared at him and began to look down. This time he used a lot shorter time. From the fifth minute of the fourth to the tenth ten minutes, it took nearly an hour to add up. After all the seven birth dates and eight characters were written, Lu Yiyan was so tired that his body was trembling and sweating.

Dilis held Lu Yiyan, and he also saw that his teacher was at the end of his strength. Muto Mutuo helped hold the sign, the fourth one was right, the fifth one was right, the sixth one was right, the seventh one was right, the eighth one was right. Unconsciously, under tremendous pressure, Lu Yiyan had broken the record he had set.

The ninth one is the right year, the month, the date is the right day, but the tenth year is the right day, the day and the moon are both wrong. After all, I am old and I am ineffective in the end, Wangyoulu can only drink one every day. If Lu Yiyan is the same age as Xuan Qi, she might be able to guess the same result as Xuan Qi.

Lu gasped for a while and finally came to her senses. The old face was full of helplessness and his eyes were full of loneliness. He whispered: "I was defeated after all." As he said that, he looked helplessly at the three Wang brothers and Miyamoto Tenzang, and then lowered his head slightly to Xuan Qi and said: "I am convinced this time."

"Just convinced yourself." Xuan Qi didn't say anything else, but looked at Miyamoto Tenzang and the three brothers Wang and said, "What will be compared next?"

In the first game, Lu was at first sight, and everyone thought it was almost certain to win, but they didn't expect Lu was at first sight. The second game was crucial, and if they lost again, it would mean that they all lost.

The four people looked at each other, and then Miyamoto Tianzang turned his wheelchair and rushed over to look at Xuan Qi and said, "I am here in the second round, who dares to compete with me for the spirit?"

The strongest Feng Shui master in the island country is known as the psychic king. The reason why Miyamoto Tenzaki is so strong is that he can communicate yin and yang, invite the lost souls, and then attach himself to him, and then complete communication with his relatives. In Hong Kong and Taiwan, people like Miyamoto Tenzaki are called psychics.

"Please help" is a completely unfamiliar field, and Xuan Qi has never dabbled in it. Looking back at Xuan Qinghe and the seven elders of Xuanmen, they found that they all shook their heads in helplessness.

The entire Feng Shui study is profound and profound. There are too many subjects mixed in it. There are many supernatural subjects in different categories, and there are many more remote and unpopular subjects that require talent. Even if the talent is proud, they cannot master all the magic.

Although Xuan Qi is not proficient or does not understand anything, he pretends to understand very well and whispers to Miyamoto Tenzaki: "You talk about the rules of the game first, how do we decide the winner?"

"It is very simple to ask for a soul, which is to invite the soul of a deceased to talk to his relatives. Whoever invites for a long time will be the right answer to the question, whoever answers the right answer will win." Miyamoto's specialty in asking for spirits is the well-deserved uncrowned king in this industry, so he is full of confidence.

"Then let's use it." Xuan Qi was still bluffing: "Are you looking for someone from the scene at will?"

"This is casual." Miyamoto Tenzaki showed special confidence. A man who could become a psychic king must have extraordinary confidence.

"Then choose one." Xuan Qi looked around. The crowd that was already a little noisy suddenly became quiet. Just as people were hesitating, a man jumped up. He was wearing a dirty suit, his hair was as messy as dry grass, and there was a broken leather shoe on his feet, revealing dirty socks.

"Let me come, let me come. I want to participate in his invitation." The man ran three steps forward and said in a heavy voice: "If you are really so magical, please invite my father out and let me meet him."

Miyamoto Tenzang looked at Xuanqi, and Xuanqi shrugged slightly, indicating that he had no objection to the candidate. Although Xuanqi didn't understand asking for help, he wanted to see it very much. Judging from the appearance of this homeless man, he should not collude with Miyamoto Tenzang.

Miyamoto Tenzang looked at the homeless man and asked, "What is your name? What is your birth date? What is your father's name? What is your birth date?"

The homeless man opened his mouth and said, "My name is Qian Lejia, and my father's name is Qian Long. It was my birthday on July 20, 1985. As for my father's birth date and horoscope, I don't know."

"Then I can't help you." Miyamoto Tenzang shook his head helplessly: "There are thousands of people named Qian Long. How can I know which one is your father without the birth date? If I ask the wrong person, it seems that I am wrong."

Miyamoto's Tenbukuro makes sense. There are too many people in this world with the same name and surname, but there are definitely only people with the same name and surname and horoscope, and the son also has the same name and surname and horoscope, so you must know the birth date and horoscope of the person who was invited, otherwise you really can't invite him.

"You must help me, please help me, or I will be done." Qian Lejia's body bent slightly and fell to the ground and begged Miyamoto Tianzang to plead with great pain.

Xuan Qi couldn't see it, so he walked over and stood in front of Qian Lejia, and began to reason about Qian Long's birth date and horoscope in reverse. After some calculations, Xuan Qi opened his mouth and said, "Qian Long's birth date is January 17, 1960, come and ask for a spirit."

After "成" gets this birth date, Miyamoto Tianzang is not afraid of Xuan Qi talking nonsense. When his cultivation reaches a certain level, he will believe in karma, so he will not talk a lot.

Miyamoto Tenzaki, who was sitting in a wheelchair, was muttering a word. In a short while, a cold wind suddenly rose. Noon, which was originally scorching as the sun, became a little cold in an instant. Miyamoto Tenzaki, whose eyes were black and white, suddenly turned black and white, suddenly turned up and the white eyes were exposed, and the momentum around him changed.

The old man said in Xuan Qi's ear: "This old guy really has some tricks. He can communicate yin and yang and ask for a spirit from another world." After whispering, he whispered to himself softly: "I thought the Xuanmen declined after the Dharma-Ending Age, but I didn't expect that there would be such surprises here, and it was not completely useless."

Xuan Qi nodded slightly and applied Qi-identifying techniques to the extreme. Sure enough, he saw two completely different soul bodies on Miyamoto Tenzaki's body. Miyamoto Tenzaki, who originally had only one soul, now has two souls in his body.

"Jia Jia, why did you become like this?" A strong Sichuan accent suddenly came from Miyamoto Tenzaki's mouth, and a sound that was different from Miyamoto Tenzaki was echoing here.

Qian Lejia was stunned and then asked tentatively: "Are you my father? Are you my father?"

"I'm not you, who else can I be?" Miyamoto Tenzaki said, his face changed, and his palm slapped on the armrest of the wheelchair: "Why are you so down and out? I've left you with a wealth of wealth..."

"Dad, you deposit all the money into a Swiss bank. You can't report it or retrieve it. I don't know the account password. Wanguanjiacai just can't spend it..." Qian Lejia burst into tears, and then his expression became tense again: "What are the account and password?"

"Let me think about it." After Miyamoto Tenzaki pondered, he spoke a string of numbers and letters in a stingy voice, and said it three times in a row. After confirming that Qian Lejia remembered it, Miyamoto Tenzaki broke off the contact between the two.

"It's amazing." Xuan Qi nodded heavily, but did not admit defeat, and of course he did not intend to ask for help. Instead, he said to Qian Lejia: "The guests I invited are representatives of Swiss Bank in China. Why don't we ask him to help see if the account and password are correct?"

Qian Lejia nodded quickly, and this was a desperate situation. Qian Long died too quickly and could not leave a single word, so the wealth of a million yuan was just a bunch of unreachable numbers.

As Xuan Qi's career grew bigger and bigger, all commercial banks wanted to establish a relationship with Xuan Qi. Therefore, when Xuanmen was founded, they also sent their respective representatives, including representatives of Swiss banks.

A Swiss man with a burgundy nose and a thick neck ran over from a distance. His identity was revealed everywhere in a straight suit, meticulous hair, and briefcase in his hand.

"Dear Mr. Xuan, I am very happy to serve you." The Swiss bank manager had a flattering face. Facing a chairman who is worth hundreds of billions of yuan, he would show a hint of flattery as long as he had something to ask for.

"Help this Mr. Qian Lejia check his account." Xuan Qi said as he looked at Qian Lejia's dirty palms: "His account should have 30 million euros and 50 million US dollars, and 400 million yuan.

"Do it for you right away." The manager nodded formulaicly, then took out the phone from his briefcase, pressed his fingers quickly, and then spoke a long string of German. After speaking a string of German, Qian Lejia asked him to press a long password on his phone.

After everything was done, Qian Lejia looked at the manager nervously and listened to him speaking obscure German. After another three minutes, the deadly phone call ended.

The manager used a kind smile and was not tired of Qian Lejia's dirty body: "Hello Mr. Qian, there are 30 million euros, 50 million US dollars and 400 million RMB in your account. We can complete the transfer for you at any time..."

Happiness comes unexpectedly. The poor boy who was just a homeless man instantly became a super rich man with a net worth of over one billion yuan.

"So magical?" The people around were in an uproar, and their eyes were all thinking about whether their father had left him with wealth. Some people were even more ready to move. They were waiting for Xuan Qi to invite the spirit so that they could ask their deceased relatives.

Just as everyone was waiting for Xuan Qi to invite the spirit, Xuan Qi finally spoke: "I will admit defeat in this game."

Ah, everyone around him stared at Xuan Qi in a daze, not understanding why Xuan Qi gave up. Shouldn't he take this opportunity to kill all the enemies?

Just when everyone was surprised, Xuan Qi continued to whisper: "Because I can't invite the spirit at all.

It turns out that it is no wonder that I gave up so freely. Since Xuan Qi doesn’t want to invite the spirit, it is equivalent to a draw of one to one now. If the player wins the last game, it is equivalent to a successful player. If Xuan Qi wins the last game, it is equivalent to a genuine success in Xuanmen. Both sides return to the same starting line at the same time.
Chapter completed!