After two days and two nights of non-stop travel, we finally arrived in Shakou City. The car stopped at the front street of the City God's Temple. The sky is not beautiful, and it is raining lightly. This makes the already quaint front street more prominent the vicissitudes of life.

Yang Fan held an umbrella, holding a cardboard box in his arms, hurriedly walking on the bluestone slab, because the umbrella was small, and Yang Fan specially took care of Shuke, Dabao was drenched in the cold, and the short hair was lying on his body, especially wolf. Dabao was even more dissatisfied with Shu Ke in his heart.

Although it was raining, the number of people in the front street of the City God's Temple did not decrease at all, there were stalls selling antiques, some selling all kinds of snacks, and all kinds of noisy sounds gathered into the unique characteristics of the front street.

Especially the fortune teller who set up a stall next to him, this one said to the road: "Brother, look at your face with peach blossoms, there are happy events to happen recently, come and let me take a look, don't miss a good marriage." ”

The one said, "Beauty, seeing that you have a bad omen, you might as well let me crack it for you." ”

Passers-by are also accustomed to these fortune tellers, and those who believe in them will laugh at them even if they don't believe them.

Yang Fan dodged the entanglement of several fortune tellers and walked forward according to Shu Ke's instructions. I didn't take a few steps, I saw a house in front of me from a distance, a group of people lined up at the door, and when they got closer, Yang Fan saw the pair posted at the door, the upper couplet wrote "Eighty years in the previous life", and the lower one wrote "Push back one hundred years in this life". Horizontal criticism of "hexagram is no more than three".

The popularity of this fortune teller is much better than others, the long queue is waiting, and the strange thing is that there is only one Taoist in the room who is leisurely drinking tea and reading a book, and there is no fortune telling for the people in line.

"Master, this is it, you hurry up. Shuck became excited.

"Good. Yang Fan suppressed the curiosity in his heart and walked over.

At this time, Yang Fan found that there was a low tree at the door, and there was a monkey squatting on the tree, and the funniest thing was that the monkey was still holding a small red flag in his hand.

Originally, the monkey was also squatting lazily, but somehow, when he saw Yang Fan coming, he suddenly got up, stood up, and shook the red flag in his hand a few times and pointed at Yang Fan.

The old man inside closed the book "whoosh" at this time, and said to the people in line with a smile: "I'm sorry, everyone, today's third person is here, let me go." ”

Everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Yang Fan, and Yang Fan suddenly became embarrassed.

"Come, come, come, young man, sit here. The old Taoist priest pointed to a chair in front of the table with his left hand and motioned for Yang Fan to sit down.

Yang Fan sat down in an orderly manner. Yang Fan was just about to speak. I saw the old Taoist priest shake his hand and said: "Don't talk yet, I have a rule here, and it is also to avoid suspicion, you write a few words, I can know your name." ”

This immediately aroused Yang Fan's curiosity. Yang Fan picked up the pen and was about to write, when he heard someone outside the door scolding: "You bull-nosed, old miscellaneous hair, what are you pretending, our director has waited for a long time and it is not his turn, why is it that as soon as he is a young man, you will tell him fortunes, get acquainted, or else, Lao Tzu will tear down your signboard." A young man stood outside the door and pointed at the old man and cursed.

The old man immediately stood up, came outside the house with a brisk walk, and slapped the young man "Bang, Bang" was two slaps, these two slaps were quick and fast, and the young man's eyes were full of gold stars. Lao Dao scolded in his mouth: "Fuck, Lao Tzu made you wait, you didn't see the signboard at the door." ”

Yang Fan looked in the direction of Lao Dao's finger and saw a signboard that read, "It's only a fateful person, and the queue is also in vain." This old way is really interesting, Yang Fan thought to himself.

Lao Dao continued to scold: "What kind of thing is the director, your mayor still has to behave when he comes to me, and call this immortal uncle." Hurry up and fuck off the Daoye. ”

The young man was dumbfounded, looked back at the meaning of their director, and saw that their director had left in a gray manner, so he had to cover his face with his hands and flee.

The others laughed, but they didn't disperse, they all wanted to see the legendary divine calculation.

The old Taoist walked back coaxingly and said to Yang Fan, "Is it written well?"

Yang Fan tilted his head and thought for a long time, picked up a pen and wrote four words on the paper: "Mu Yi Canghai".

Lao Dao looked at it and laughed: "Mu Yi is Yang, your surname is Yang." There are poems and clouds hanging directly on the clouds and sails in the sea, let me think about whether you are called a cloud or a sail. Ha, it's still a sail, your name is Yang Fan, right?"

Yang Fan was dumbfounded, "You won't know me before, will you?"

"What do you say?" said the old man slyly.

"Then you know what I'm looking for you for?" Yang Fan was not convinced.

"Let it come out. "The old man is confident.

Yang Fan's heart was full of thoughts, did he really know. "Immortal Chief, can you take a step to speak?"

"Splash Monkey, it's closed. Lao Dao shouted.

The monkey in the tree stood up, tied the red flag into the tree, and a somersault fell from the tree. Then he twisted like a man and walked into the house and closed the door.

"Now it's okay. Lao Dao said with a smile.

Yang Fan put the carton on the table and opened the carton. Shuke's head peeked out of it, and when he saw the old way, he arched his front paws together and kept moving.

"You little thief, you haven't paid for the medicine you promised last time, and now you're begging me again. The old man nodded Shuke's head.

Shu Ke spit out a round bead from his mouth, Lao Dao picked it up and looked at it, and said with a smile: "Yes, this night pearl is not bad, but what about the cost of medicine this time?"

Shuke lowered his head again and took out the two things he had eaten along the way from the box.

Lao Dao's eyes lit up suddenly, picked it up and looked at it carefully, and then put it under his nose and sniffed it: "This yellow essence and mountain ginseng are not bad, I'm afraid it's been hundreds of years, I didn't expect you to have such a treasure." Well, let me see what's wrong with you this time?"

After speaking, Lao Dao put his hand on Shuke's front paw and called his pulse.