Deliveryman of the Heaven

"Is this wine that good to drink?" Seeing his disciple's reaction, Zuo Ci could not help but ask.    

    

Weiqing shook his head and said: "It was a friend of mine who asked me to make him a bottle of Nine Dragons Exquisite Wine, I didn't expect to meet him here."    

    

The friend that Weiqing mentioned was Jia Zhengjing.    

    

Chang'e's helper was Jia Zhengjing, and Jia Zhengjing's request for help was a bottle of Nine Winding Exquisite Wine. At that time, Weiqing did not think too much into it, and directly agreed. But after he asked Xiao Zekai to help him make the Nine Dragons Exquisite Wine, Xiao Zekai said that he had asked many people, and had not even heard of this Wine.    

    

It was only then that Weiqing realized that the Nine Winding Linglong Wine was not easy to obtain. He had even asked Yang Erlang before, and the Heaven Realm didn't have any Nine Winding Linglong Wine.    

    

Who would have thought that right now, in such a remote mountain village, they would actually bump into each other!    

    

Wait?    

    

Was this a coincidence?    

    

Or did Half Immortal Xian know that he was looking for this wine?    

    

But this matter, other than Weiqing and Jia Zhengjing, was not known to even a third person!    

    

"Hehe, little friend wants this wine. I'll give it to you as a gift!" Half-Immortal Xian squinted his eyes smilingly, looking at Weiqing, he felt a bit scared. Weiqing pretended to be calm, this God Tier God Tier who was in front of him, did not believe that he would gift something to him for free. He asked indifferently: "Then what do you want to get from me?"    

    

"Very simple, let me calculate a divination for you!" The words of Half Immortal Xian were shocking.    

    

Weiqing mocked: "You think I'm poor?"    

    

"Hehe, it looks like you don't understand my rules. On this point, only the rich can tell one's fortune, and I will not pay attention to the poor." From your appearance, it seems that you are full of talent. With your slender hands and clean fingernails, you can even walk together with Mr. Wu Gong. You are not an ordinary person. "    

    

Half Immortal Xian looked at Zuo Ci and said, "This must be your master, right?"    

    

Weiqing was startled: "You can even see that?"    

    

"Hehe, I understand. It would be difficult to make a person like you trust my ability. As usual, which one of you will go first? " Half-Immortal Xian called out to the red-clothed child, who went to pack up his things. Zuo Ci slowly stood up and said, "Should I go first?"    

    

The two of them entered the room and the bead curtain was put down.    

    

Weiqing couldn't help but ask Wugong Wenzhi, who was beside him, "Young Master, what is the background of this Half Immortal Xian, you sure know a lot."    

    

"As I said, each line has its own rules and secrets. Although I don't believe that he knows everything, at least I didn't see through his tricks. I only heard from Fu Fengwen that this Half Immortal was a ghost witch, a Goddess that's common in the countryside. He was able to see ghosts and gods, and also had the ability to communicate with them. Hehe, you should think about what to ask later, right? He should be able to figure out some of the things that are happening within the Zhao Tomb. "    

    

Weiqing frowned, and said to himself: "Goddess?"    

    

Everyone who grew up in the countryside knew that there was a Goddess on almost a small scale.    

    

These goddesses usually set up a funeral shop on the street, selling yellow paper and paper wreaths.    

    

The most puzzling thing was the question of the gods, the ability to ask out many incredible things. For example, when Weiqing was young, he went to see the Goddess once. That was in his second year of high school, and when he was halfway home on weekends, it rained heavily and Weiqing went home in the rain without an umbrella.    

    

Something strange happened...    

    

If he still didn't manage it, he would just go to the clinic in the village and buy some cold medicine. But strangely, not only did Weiqing not recover from the medicine, he even vomited and vomited. In the end, Wei Yang entered the room, listened to the advice of the villagers, and went to the village to look for the Goddess.    

    

Although Weiqing's mind was still in a daze, his mind was still clear, and he did not believe in this.    

    

People who had gone to school didn't believe in ghosts or gods, so how could they believe in the so-called Goddess?    

    

After finding the Goddess, the Goddess suddenly asked Weiqing, "Did you accidentally fall into the water a few days ago when you were walking?"    

    

Weiqing said yes.    

    

That day, when Weiqing returned home, it was raining heavily. As he was walking on the small path in the field, he accidentally fell into the pond. Then the Goddess said, You're pissed off with a water ghost from the east, so you're going to send three hundred and sixty dollars to the east, two pairs of paper shoes, a set of paper clothes, and a paper bike, named for the Phoenix.    

    

Such an absurd thing, if not for Wei Yue and his wife pulling him, Weiqing would have started to curse him.    

    

Phoenix bike? What the heck is this?    

    

But in actuality, that very evening, the guards had gone to deliver the medicine to their goddesses as requested. At night, Weiqing's condition was completely cured, and he was extremely lively.    

    

This sort of thing, everyone in the countryside must have experienced it before, right?    

    

About ten minutes later, Zuo Ci walked out of his room, called Wugong Wenzhi and walked out. It was obvious that Zuo Ci had already heard some things about Zhao Tomb from Half Immortal Xian, who wiped the sweat off his forehead with a towel on his plate, and said: "Your master is very powerful, and almost caused me to fail."    

    

Weiqing only smiled slightly.    

    

Break the technique? Do you think you're a monk?    

    

"Come in!" Half Immortal Xian threw the towel on the table, took a sip of tea and walked towards the room.    

    

Weiqing stood up and took a deep breath, then walked into the room.    

    

The room was not big, only about ten square meters. There was a table, two stools, and a black curtain hanging by the window. The lamp was of the low-power type, and it was dusty, so the light in the room was a little dim, but one could still see things clearly. In addition to all of this, there was also an incense burner in the corner that was set ablaze.    

    

Weiqing looked around the room but he did not find anything suspicious.    

    

Half Immortal Xian sat down, leaned back in his chair, and revealed a faint smile: "Little friend, please take a seat. This incense is not a problem, it's something that was bought by the Xianyang City temple, and there's no problem with this room, nor the high technology outside, hehe, if not, I wouldn't have lived this long, and would have been beaten to death!"    

    

Weiqing's gaze finally landed on the black curtain and asked: "Can you open this curtain?"    

    

Half Immortal Xian's tone was indifferent as he smiled and said, "Whatever."    

    

Weiqing casually pulled open the curtains. On the side of the window, there was a pot of Longevity Bamboo and a black Maitreya Buddha, there was nothing special about it.    

    

After Weiqing sat down, Half Immortal Xian spoke out, "Let's begin. What's the first question you want to ask?"    

    

Weiqing's mouth revealed a slight smile, and said: "It's my job."    

    

Half Immortal Xian stared at Weiqing, his right hand placed on the table and lightly tapped with his index finger, and then he slowly closed his eyes, as though he was calculating something. Looking at this scene, the corner of Weiqing's mouth curled into a disdainful smile. This seemingly simple question, even if Half Immortal Xian had more ability, he still wouldn't be able to guess that he was a deliveryman, right?    

    

After a while, Half Immortal Xian slowly opened his eyes and said, "Little friend, are you a very special deliveryman?"    

    

Weiqing took a deep breath, his face full of shock!    

    

Just what was the background of this Half Immortal Xian? How could he guess such a secretive matter?