"This female benefactor, your gossip is the third hexagram: Shuileitun (chaotic silk without head), belonging to the next lot, the poem says: Chaotic silk without a head is really difficult to choose, pull and pull a lot. There is no benefit to trading and traveling, and the desire to seek wealth proves that you are going to lose a lot of money recently, as long as you give 5,000 yuan, the poor road will help you resolve it immediately. ”

"Okay, nonsense, I don't understand it anyway, so I asked you if you deliberately said a lot of things I didn't understand to fool me, and fortune telling is so expensive, do you think you are a half-immortal, or the god operator in our village before?"

An aunt with vegetables in her hand waved her hand impatiently to stop the old fortune teller standing at the door of the supermarket.

The old fortune teller had a featureless face, but his complexion was extremely white.

Long white beard and white eyebrows, plus a white dress, holding a flag sewn with a gossip map, there is also a bit of fairy wind bones.

"Don't laugh, how can those charlatans be compared with my Duan Qiankun, I am also a well-known existence in the fortune telling industry, the way of heaven is: If people don't rely on me Duan Qiankun, how can they be called a hegemon!

The fortune teller was trembling by the old man's words.

"Hmph, isn't it just a more advanced liar, I've seen a lot over the years, I originally wanted to spend money to let you say a few good words, but now it seems that it's unnecessary, and my mother doesn't want to hear it now. ”

The aunt who was carrying the vegetables looked at the fortune teller with disdain, raised her hand that did not take the vegetables and pointed at the security guard on the side of the supermarket, and shouted loudly:

"Security, security, come here, why is there an old liar next to your supermarket, don't you care?"

Because of the aunt's shouting, many pedestrians around looked over, and the security guard next to the supermarket walked over to the old man who told the fortune, and stretched out his hand politely and said:

"Old man, we are not allowed to sell art next to the supermarket, please go to other places. ”

The old fortune teller glared at him, smashed the ground with the gossip flag in his hand, and said to the aunt who picked up the vegetables:

"Poor road to go on his own, or the first time it has been said to be a showman, okay, poor road will go, but this donor, if you are not willing to break the bank and eliminate the disaster, please do it yourself. ”

The old fortune teller said, shaking his head and sighing and walked away.

The aunt who picked up the vegetables was still disdainful, and was still hyping up what had just happened with the people around her:

"That old liar just now wanted to cheat me out of money, I said that 5,000 yuan is too expensive, so I told me to do it yourself, hehe, I want to scare the old lady, kill a liar, go back and practice for another hundred years. ”

Passers-by on the side immediately spoke up one after another, talking about their personal experiences or complaints:

"That's it, the recent scammers have become more and more arrogant, they have been deceived to the door of the supermarket, and five thousand times, I don't work to tell fortunes, how much money I make, one fortune telling is equal to my salary for a month. ”

"Last time I also told my daughter-in-law a fate, the fortune teller was a blind man, he swore to me that the child in my daughter-in-law's womb was a man, and I was so happy that I rewarded him with two hundred yuan, now that I think about it, I really regret it. ”

Bei Chaoyang saw this scene not far away, recalled all kinds of wrongs and grievances this morning, and immediately gave up the idea of buying vegetables first and followed the old man who told the fortune.

After following a short distance, the old fortune teller suddenly stopped, turned around and entered the side alley.

Bei Chaoyang hesitated, shook the other bamboo knife at his waist, and suddenly became more confident, and strode in.

As soon as he entered the alley, Bei Chaoyang was instantly dumbfounded, the alley in front of him was only ten meters long, and at the end was a red brick wall more than ten meters high, and there was no trace of the fortune teller in the alley.

It stands to reason that at the age of the old fortune teller, he can't climb this wall anyway, but how did people disappear?

Bei Chaoyang was puzzled, and was helpless to return to the supermarket to buy groceries, when he just turned around, and the old fortune teller with a white face was silently watching him.

"I ...... Sir, when did you come after me?"

almost burst into foul language, to be honest, Bei Chaoyang was indeed taken aback, is this daylight play a big change of life.

The old fortune teller did not answer Bei Chaoyang's question, but said confidently: "The donor is here to ask about his recent fortune." ”

Bei Chaoyang nodded, he was not surprised by the fortune teller's words, after all, he was not here to calculate the fortune of the fortune teller.

"Yes, do you want to see my palmistry?"

Bei Chaoyang stretched out his right hand, thought about it and took it back, stretched out his right hand, isn't there such a thing as a man on the left and a woman on the right.

"No, only those peers or street scammers who don't learn well will go to see palmistry, and the poor monk Duan Qiankun lives up to his name, he can observe the heavens and see his luck. ”

The old fortune teller seemed very angry when he uttered the word street liar, and it seems that he was very angry with those who had ruined the reputation of their profession.

"Then old man, why do you want to stand at the door of the supermarket to tell fortunes, isn't it good to be with those rich people in the magic capital, Qian Duo is not angry, as far as the TV often sees who comes, the seven god operators, it seems to be called this name, it is the existence of the richest businessman in the magic capital. ”

Withdrawing his hand, Bei Chaoyang asked, without the slightest irony, just pure curiosity.

"Seven god operators, I have heard of it a little, but there are seven broken vows, and he accounts for two, public, gathering wealth, and not living to be fifty years old. ”

The fortune teller replied naturally, as if everything was a fixed number.

Hey, don't say so easily that others won't live to be fifty years old, then again, the Seven God Operator seems to be forty-nine years old this year, do you mean he will die next year, but there has been no news of his illness, but he has always said that he is as strong as a young man.

However, since the old gentleman has said so, Bei Chaoyang can't say anything, after all, it is the rule of their industry.

"By the way, old man, how much money do you get for this fortune telling. ”

Suddenly remembered that the aunt who was carrying the vegetables had been shouting for 5,000 yuan, and Bei Chaoyang immediately asked, after all, 5,000 yuan is more than money, and his living expenses for three months.

"Don't spend money, fortune telling doesn't cost money, it's just that it costs money to change your luck, and spending money is actually deceiving the eyes of God, so that he thinks that you are ruined, and he will naturally save you from some disasters, or it is to bribe the God of Wealth to change your luck. ”

"I've heard that helping someone else's fortune telling will cost you a long life, is that true?"

Bei Chaoyang was addicted to asking, and for a while he ignored the question he was originally going to ask.

"Actually, no, fortune telling does not break life, changing luck is the main reason for breaking life, but as long as you receive money, there is not much problem, because taking people's money and eliminating disasters for others, God will not blame the poor monks for this, but you can't accumulate wealth because of this, otherwise there will be heavenly punishment. ”

The fortune teller looked calm.

"I probably understand, I just wanted to see my luck, so the old gentleman will help me see my life. ”

Bei Chaoyang almost wanted to reach out again, after all, he had watched too many TV series.

I saw that the old man who told the fortune casually stretched out his hand and pinched his fingers, and then his complexion changed greatly, and he immediately turned his hand and made an inexplicable gesture, gesturing in the air.

The gossip banner on the side lost the control of the fortune teller, and shook desperately in the windless alley, and the wind chimes kept ringing.

Bei Chaoyang was stunned by this scene all of a sudden, and he didn't dare to move.

Anyway, didn't he pinch his fingers when he counted the vegetable aunt before, how could he put on such a big scene after he arrived, could it be that he really got into trouble with some unlucky ghost recently?

After about a quarter of an hour, the fortune teller's speed gradually slowed down, and finally he stretched out his thumb and pressed it on the door of Bei Chaoyang's head, and said in a low voice:

"Dry three times, Kun six broken; Zhen Yang Yu, Gen covers the bowl; away from the void, the kan is full; the upper is missing, Xun is broken, the gossip three lines are broken, and the ——— is broken!"

Suddenly, the old fortune teller spit out a mouthful of black blood, which was stained on the gossip banner on the side, and the banner suddenly quieted down.

"Ying Long was born, crape myrtle moved eastward, the peak of the life pavilion, the sunset does not set, one 7 turned out to be you, it turned out to be you, hard work pays off, impermanence is you?"

The old fortune teller seemed to be a teenager in an instant, his originally straight waist fell down, his white face became even paler, and everything announced that he had lost too much life.

"Impermanence, who, I don't know?"

Bei Chaoyang was at a loss, and even a thought quickly flashed in his heart, the old man in front of him would not be pretending to cheat him out of money.

"You don't know, then why did he forget about Wuxin's ———,, I won't pursue it too much, everyone has a different path for everyone, but since Impermanence He gave Wuxin to you, it means that you have that qualification, and I, Duan Qiankun, also follow the will of God here, and hand over the destiny of heaven." ”

The old fortune teller was stunned for a moment, then laughed randomly and shook his head.

"What kind of unintentional destiny, old man, you ......"

The fortune teller's eyes suddenly turned white, and Bei Chaoyang was startled, as if something had been forcibly stuffed into his mind.

When I looked at it again, the old fortune teller's eyes returned to normal.

What's the matter, are you dazzled, but you're still hallucinating.

Bei Chaoyang didn't know that in his two black pupils, the prototype of a dragon and a phoenix gradually appeared.

It should be about a year to mature.

The old fortune teller thought secretly, looked at Bei Chaoyang, who was still stunned in front of him, sighed, didn't say anything, and was ready to leave directly.

"Ah, don't, old man, you have to finish speaking, what happened to my life, and what happened just now?"

If you want to talk about gods and ghosts, Bei Chaoyang has maintained a half-believing attitude since he was a child, coupled with what happened just now, Bei Chaoyang had to be weak-hearted, and immediately recalled whether he had done anything lacking in virtue recently.

"Little donor, it's not that you don't tell you, but the time has not come, so don't go. ”

"Since it's inconvenient to say fate, then ask me how my luck has been lately, and you can tell me about this. ”

Bei Chaoyang hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the fortune teller's robe, and asked unwillingly.

The fortune teller was stunned, then nodded and replied:

"Yes. ”

pinched his fingers casually, and his complexion changed, and he was ready to leave again.

Bei Chaoyang had no choice but to grab the old fortune teller's robe again, crying and laughing.

"What then, sir?"

"Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red; the peach blossoms were still smiling in the spring breeze. ”

"Don't play riddles or anything, I don't understand at all, is there a direct explanation?" asked Bei Chaoyang.

"Not long today, the fate of the peach blossom, the loss is at your own risk———"

Speaking of this, the fortune teller paused, turned his head to look at the north sun, and his eyes showed emotions that did not conform to the world's masters, jealousy, yes, that's right, it was naked jealousy:

"Emperor's Pleasure. ”

"That, that old gentleman, I don't quite understand, can you write something in the vernacular. ”

Bei Chaoyang is still puzzled, he is not proficient in ancient poetry or anything.

The old fortune teller was almost angry with Bei Chaoyang's incomprehensible expression.

"The little benefactor will play with the poor road again. ”

"There's no acting, I really don't understand. ”

The old fortune teller clenched the flag in his hand, and even gave up the honorifics, and said in a loud voice: "Poor Dao will explain to you in the vernacular today, listen well, you guy, you want to enjoy the blessings of Qi people and be ordered by the emperor!"

“...... The blessing of the people, the life of the emperor, don't joke with me, sir, I'm just an ordinary high school student, what can I do. Bei Chaoyang was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

"If you don't believe it, you don't force it. ”

“....... Is there anything I can do to help me with this?"

"Don't force the poor to say some rude words to you. ”

“......”

"Send you an address, you'll need it later. ”

A note was abruptly stuffed into Bei Chaoyang's arms, and before Bei Chaoyang came back to his senses, the fortune teller sang an ancient and mouthful song and left.

"The survival of the fittest in the world, look at my Wenqu Taoist

I take heaven and earth as the way, and yin and yang refer to the world.

Holding the flag as the number, the world has no intention of being alone.

The emperor is destined to go north, and it will take blood to subside......"

When Bei Chaoyang came back to his senses and chased out of the alley again, there was no trace of the old gentleman outside the alley, and he disappeared with his conspicuous gossip flag, and the people who came and went were just ordinary passers-by.

Passers-by looked at Bei Chaoyang curiously, and sighed with emotion: Have all the current students started to play cosplay......