Xiangjiang is brightly lit at night.

The lights of the high-rise buildings are reflected on the sea surface of Victoria Harbour, changing into a colorful scene with the undulation of the waves.

The old man went to attend the welcome party held by the Governor of Hong Kong, and he hadn't come back yet, Han Xuan waited for his grandmother to fall asleep, and planned to go out to play out of boredom, and met his grandfather who happened to come back at the door of the Intercontinental Hotel, so he pulled him out with him.

Towards the end of the year.

In order to have a new atmosphere in the New Year, my grandfather suggested that Han Xuan, who was the head of the broom star and had many disasters this year, go to a temple to worship, burn a few pillars of incense, and ask the Bodhisattva to bless him.

If you want to say that you can play at night, and you can burn incense and worship the Buddha, it is naturally the most famous temple street in Kowloon, where there is the largest Tin Hau Temple in Kowloon, and incense has always been prosperous.

The road is full of cars, pedestrians do not have the concept of "going to take the zebra crossing" at all, from time to time you can see a person standing stupidly in the middle of the road, this porcelain is too unprofessional, in case you encounter a brain pumped fast car, it is estimated that the loss of money will have to be burned to him to use.

The night scene of the city is the opposite of the countryside, it is full of life, and the rooftops of the buildings are decorated with neon lights, illuminating the whole city as if it were daytime.

Vehicles on the road come to a standstill, horns sound continuously, pedestrians shuttle on the sidewalks, and shops open their doors to welcome customers.

Come to Temple Street and get off the bus.

You can see the gangsters around from time to time, their temperament is particularly prominent, for fear that others will not know that they are in the underworld, tattoos are exposed outside, a pair of eyebrows and eyes are facing the sky, and the arrogant posture of looking at people with nostrils is used.

Now the underworld is still a lifelong system, and small-scale fights and brawls occur from time to time, and the underworld plot in the 90s Xiangjiang movies is a true portrayal of Xiangjiang today.

In a few years, the fight will invite Ma Zai, the appearance fee will be 500 Hong Kong dollars, and he will only help to make a show, and the bigwigs will have a tacit understanding not to do it, because a fight may make them bankrupt.

This seemingly promising profession is actually mostly just trying to make ends meet, earn some money for fun, in the words of "The Godfather", a thousand members of the underworld are not as fast as a law firm......

Han Xuan looked around, he liked unfamiliar cities, because here, everything was new.

Signboards with traditional Chinese characters, grilled squid stalls, and strangely dressed Southeast Asians are all spots to see.

I queued up to buy a curry fish ball, and just finished eating, I came across a durian stand.

He used to be resistant to this strange fruit, which was shaped like a meteor hammer and tasted more like something in the toilet, but seeing so many people around the stall to buy it, he also walked over and bought some to try.

Under his grandfather's frightened gaze, Han Xuan took a bite and chewed subconsciously, and the taste suddenly made him change his face!

Covering his mouth, he hurriedly found a garbage can, put his hands on his knees, bent over and spit it out, and shouted with a bitter face: "Water, water, water!"

This time, the bodyguards understood, and ran to a coconut stand, Jason found out of nowhere and poked the three-edged thorn into it, and trotted with a straw and handed it to Han Xuan.

The boss wanted to remind him that he hadn't paid, but at this time he couldn't talk nonsense, the foreigners who went out in Xiangjiang and still carried knives were the masters of the raptors crossing the river, and they could be poor enough to grab worthless coconuts, how poor and vicious it was

A tourist accidentally kicked over the broken bowl containing money, and the coins were scattered on the ground, which actually cured the lame beggar's leg disease for many years, and stood up with a fierce gaze like a hungry wolf, how could he have Lin Daiyu's weak expression just now.

Han Xuan was using sweet Shakya fruit to cover the durian flavor in his mouth, and at the moment he classified durian in his heart as an "inedible blacklist", and he felt like he was going to vomit in retrospect.

The aftertaste lingered in my mouth, so I bought a bag of green betel nut, picked it up and put it in my mouth to chew.

At this time, an old man with an immortal wind and dao bones stopped him, and as soon as he came over, he pointed at Han Xuan with his finger, his face was anxious: "Xiaoyou, I see that your Yin Tang is black, this is going to be a disaster!"

Han Xuan had seen him just now, and he had said this to no less than five tourists, and he secretly cursed the old liar in his heart, and said, "I can't understand Cantonese." ”

"Xiaoyou, I see that your Yintang is black, this is going to be a disaster!" The old man immediately repeated that sentence in Mandarin, and the expression on his face was the same as when he touched it just now.

Han Xuan chewed the betel nut, white his eyes, really versatile, Chinese actually said such a standard, casually said in English: "Sorry, I'm not familiar with Chinese, please say it again?"

“……”

The old man saw that this kid was teasing himself, his eyes were smiling, and he looked kind, and turned his target to Guo Muzhou: "I'm there, help your grandson calculate?"

Looking at the small stall in front of the Tianhou Temple, Han Xuan said, "Okay, it's not allowed not to give money." ”

"Look at what you said, I'm not here for money, it's just that we have a destiny in our lives, so we want to help you get through this. ”

"Then I won't give it, thank you, good Samaritan. ”

"Ahem, ahem!"

The old man patted his chest, he had never seen such an unlucky child in such a big life, but it was usually the parents who paid for it, and he didn't care much about Han Xuan's words.

When he came to the gate of the Tianhou Temple, he went around the cloth stall and took a small bench to sit down, and stretched out his hand to signal the grandfather and grandson to sit too.

Han Xuan stared at the gossip diagram on the ground with stones pressed against the four corners, on which were written Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui, and he was interested in writing his birthday to the old god stick to see what he could say.

The old man closed his eyes, pinched it with his fingers for a long time, and muttered: "The natal life belongs to the pig, the sea life is life, and the five elements lack fire."

Mr. Guo, your grandson will have a lot of peach blossom luck in the future!

His career is even more remarkable, his life is rich and noble, in ancient times, it was a good life to be a marquis and a roll call in Donghuamen!

Look at his palm, a vertical line leads straight to the ring finger, this is called the fortune line, in the future from business to seek wealth, the wealth must be like flowing water, continuous. ”

Han Xuan can't deny this, there are so many bodyguards around, if he can't see that his family is rich, it will be really blind.

But Guo Muzhou's old face bloomed happily, a peach blossom, a fortune, career and love, Han Xuan accounted for both, how could he not be happy.

He asked, "My grandson has been encountering strange things lately, why do you say so?"

"I was about to say...... He's hitting Tai Sui!"

Han Xuan was shocked, he dug up a Tai Sui from his snow-capped mountain ranch, and this old fortune teller would not know.

When the old man saw his expression, he thought that he had finally frightened the child, and touched his beard proudly.

"Tai Sui, also known as Tai Sui Xingjun, moves once every twelve months, and moves every twelve years.

This kid is now about to reach the twelve, and this year he is in conflict with Tai Sui, there may be a calamity, if it is not resolved, it will be even worse next year, and there will even be a bloody disaster!"

"What then?"

The richer he is, the more superstitious he is, Guo Muzhou was frightened by him, and Han Xuan has indeed been plagued by disasters this year.

Seeing that the fortune teller's face was embarrassed, he didn't speak for a long time, knowing that he was asking for money.

In the spirit of spending money to buy peace, Guo Muzhou took out a small stack of Hong Kong dollars from his wallet, about two or three thousand, and handed it to him.

The fortune teller looked like he was struggling, and after a long time, he sighed and took out a yellow paper talisman from his arms that was folded into gossip and tied with red threads.

wrote Han Xuan's birthday on it, and said to Guo Muzhou: "Take your grandson to the side hall, find the statue of Tai Sui Xingjun, kowtow three times in front of the statue, and then burn it."

The talisman I asked for from Qingcheng Mountain is only the last one, and I will donate the money to that Taoist temple and thank you for them. ”

Han Xuan didn't believe it from beginning to end, and when his grandfather donated 10,000 yuan to the Tianhou Temple, someone took him to a statue of Tai Sui Xingjun more than 30 centimeters high, and knelt down helplessly.

At this time, the ground shook and the lights suddenly turned black!

But after two or three seconds, it lit up again.

"There was an earthquake?" Han Xuan asked.

His grandfather replied, "I don't know, kowtow quickly, and burn it after kowtowing." ”

Knock it three times, light the charm with a candle, and burn it off......

After they left, a middle-aged man came here to sweep the floor.

Inadvertently found an abnormality, stared at the idol for a while, and said to himself:

"Strange, how did the Tai Sui Xingjun statue crack ......" (to be continued.) )