Zhang Tian naturally didn't know that Wu Tianzhen had already become interested in the old charlatan on the street.
At this moment, Zhang Tian and his two companions were walking on the road.
"Boss, how is it? Any insights?"
Hu Bayi's voice was hoarse.
"Not yet. We need a long-term siege to have a chance of victory."
Zhang Tian shook his head.
He had only calculated three that day, so what insights could he possibly have?
Zhang Tian was mainly afraid that if he calculated too much, he would attract the attention of the higher-ups, which would not be worth the risk.
When he and the Xie family joined forces, or when he built his own force, it would not be too late to make a name for himself then.
"Old Hu, let's go back first, set up those bells, and at the same time, place a few statues at home."
Zhang Tian looked towards the Siheyuan not far away.
"Hang them now? Boss, if the wind blows, won't we all be doomed?"
Wang Pangzi was a bit dejected.
"Idiot, just seal the bell's clapper."
Zhang Tian rolled his eyes at Pangzi, and then the group quickened their pace.
"Then, Boss, if the clapper is sealed, how will it make a sound?"
Pangzi was still a bit confused.
"If the clapper is sealed, the bell won't make a sound, but if you add some formations and mechanisms, it will be different."
"If the formation is touched, the bell will naturally ring, just like that little turtle's symbiotic system. The formation is connected to the bell, understand?"
Zhang Tian said, and Pangzi scratched his head, looking a bit embarrassed.
"Forget it, Fatty doesn't understand. Boss, you and Old Hu can handle it."
Pangzi said, and Zhang Tian was speechless.
As expected, talking to Pangzi was a waste of breath.
At this moment, the audience watching Zhang Tian's fortune-telling was quite excited.
[Good heavens, fortune-telling, is it really reliable?]
[Don't know, haven't seen the results yet.]
[I guess a large number of fortune-telling professions will emerge in the future.]
[Haha, seized the business opportunity.]
[Wait, there are already people live-streaming fortune-telling online.]
Below the stage, countless people were discussing, while Chen Xi was half-believing about fortune-telling.
If someone had asked her if she believed it before,
Chen Xi could have patted her chest and looked at you like a fool, telling you that she didn't believe it.
But now, her beliefs were different.
At this moment, online.
[Welcome everyone to Zhang San's live stream! I am Zhang San, fortune-telling Zhang San. Please follow me, I can tell fortunes!]
[I am the thirtieth Celestial Master of fortune-telling of the Zhang family. Please follow me from above.]
[Three years of ban for starting a stream, three years without streaming, I am fortune-telling Zhang Sanfeng, come for fortune-telling!]
Online, almost at the same time, countless fortune-telling live streams appeared.
In Beili, during a history class.
"Teacher, it's a pity that the ancient tomb was destroyed."
"Alas, who said it wasn't? There were so many treasures inside."
"By the way, do you believe in fortune-telling?"
"Teacher, do you believe in fortune-telling?"
The students looked at the old professor on stage.
"I had my fortune told once when I was young. I can say that it has nothing to do with your current life. It was just bragging. Don't believe it."
The old professor said directly.
When he was young, the fortune-teller told him that he would marry a beautiful and wealthy woman and reach the peak of his life. But now, he had nothing.
Let alone a beautiful and wealthy woman, he didn't even have a wife. He even suspected if the fortune-teller had reversed his fortune.
The students were half-believing.
In the screen, Zhang Tian and the others had already returned to the Siheyuan.
There were about twenty bells, and Zhang Tian hung them in every hidden corner.
At the same time, Zhang Tian also used the stone talismans behind the Celestial Master statues as formations.
With the two combined, they could not only restrain enemies but also suppress each other.
"Boss, we've been working hard all day just to do this? Will anyone really come to our Siheyuan to harm us?"
Pangzi wiped the sweat from his brow, looking puzzled.
"Better safe than sorry."
Zhang Tian said, and Hu Bayi nodded.
"Boss is right. Like that Taoist priest last time, if Boss hadn't guessed it at the time, we would all be in danger."
Saying that, Pangzi didn't say anything more, and the group finished setting up the formations.
"Oh, by the way, we haven't seen Second Brother for a while. What is Second Brother doing?"
Pangzi clapped his hands and asked.
"Don't know, maybe he has other things to do. Pangzi, why are you so concerned?"
Hu Bayi looked at Pangzi and asked.
"I'm just afraid Second Brother will abandon the boss and run away on his own."
Pangzi chuckled, and Zhang Tian kicked him away.
At this moment, on Qingming Mountain.
A black shadow and a white shadow streaked past at extreme speed.
The speed was so fast that the surrounding weeds were blown flat.
"Hmph, you were obedient yesterday, but today you want to leave Tuantuan and run so far alone!"
"My goodness, slow down, Tuantuan can't keep up."
Behind, the white shadow let out a unique accent.
Zhang Qilin tilted his head slightly and glanced at the white shadow behind him.
He gradually slowed down a little.
He had been in a hurry last time and hadn't thoroughly searched the old home of the Bān Shān Dào Rén. Last night, while observing the stars, he had thought of a suspicious spot.
That's why Zhang Qilin had come again.
The little fox hurried to keep up with Zhang Qilin.
"Grandma, I'm so tired, the immortal fox. Staying up all night and coming to this desolate place. It's already dawn."
The little fox complained. Zhang Qilin glanced at it and continued to speed up.
"Hiss, I was wrong, Tuantuan was wrong, slow down, slow down, too fast, too fast."
Seeing Zhang Qilin accelerate, the little fox pleaded even more urgently.
Soon, a small wooden house.
There was also a plaque above it, Qingfeng Temple.
It looked quite grand.
Zhang Qilin entered the small house as if he were familiar with the place.
Then, he stood in front of a section of the floor.
His sword-like eyebrows furrowed.
"Bang!"
He lightly stomped his foot, and the ground cracked, the wooden planks shattering.
A secret tunnel appeared below.
"As expected of Tuantuan's good brother, yes, very handsome!"
Tuantuan's eyes lit up as he saw the little brother stomp out a tunnel.
The little brother didn't speak, but his brow furrowed slightly. When did he become its brother?
He paused his steps and walked straight down.
The tunnel was somewhat damp.
Yellow talismans were also hung below.
"So cold."
Tuantuan's soft little paws shivered, and it quickly sped up to keep up.
Soon, after walking for an unknown amount of time.
A circular cavity appeared.
In the cave, there were many bottles and jars, and the jars were also attached with yellow talismans.
"So cold, Tuantuan can feel the aura of vengeful spirits inside."
The little fox said.
Zhang Qilin nodded slightly.
"There is a ghost in each of these jars."
Zhang Qilin's voice was low, and he looked around.
He understood why there were talismans all around.
In the middle of the jars, there was a table, and on the table, there was half a peach wood sword.
"This is..."
Zhang Qilin slowly walked over upon seeing this.
Zhang Tian had a peach wood sword, but this one was only half.
The wooden sword was somewhat broken, but why was it enshrined here?
Next to the peach wood sword was a silk paper, which looked rather old.
Zhang Qilin didn't think much and picked up the broken wooden sword and the paper.
He looked at the jars around him and hesitated.
In the end, he got a large piece of cloth and wrapped up the jars.
"He should like it."
Muttering, he slung the jars over his back, wanting Zhang Tian to see them, in case they were useful to Zhang Tian.
After finishing everything, Zhang Qilin left Qingming Mountain with the little fox again.
In the afternoon.
Zhang Tian was very surprised to see Zhang Qilin return with large bags and small packages.
"What is this?"
"For you, I think it will be useful."
Zhang Qilin looked at Zhang Tian, his starry eyes serious.
He gently handed over the jars and the broken wooden sword.
Zhang Tian was completely bewildered.
Why did he feel a sense of being doted upon...
No, no, something was not right.
When Zhang Tian saw the broken wooden sword and the silk paper, he was stunned.
"This is..."