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There is a word called word of mouth.

A lot of the news is false, and that's probably the case.

Individual understanding is different, and in the end, what is conveyed may be very different from the original content.

Language is a unique charm. Once spoken, it cannot be taken back.

Language is probably the most powerful weapon in the world.

Saving people is invisible, hurting people is unintentional.

A king's words can shed rivers of blood. A generation of heavenly masters can change the dynasty with one word.

This has been true since ancient times, and it is still true today.

Now there are no sons of heaven and kings, the stars can no longer interfere in political affairs, and the banner of science is held high overhead. But some of the things that have been passed down from our ancestors have not completely declined.

Let's say the I Ching.

Nowadays, people who can fully understand the content of the I Ching are estimated to be too many to count on one hand. It is said that if you know a little bit about it, you can peek into the trajectory of the wheel of fate.

The so-called leaked heavenly machine.

In today's world, all kinds of fortune tellers look at feng shui for people, change their fate, and various fortune-telling techniques emerge in endlessly.

True or not, scattered throughout the city.

For people who are superstitious about fate, a word from a fortune teller is undoubtedly a fatal curse.

For a while, there was a kind of website that counted people's life span on the Internet, and it was a smash hit. Enter your name and date of birth to see the end date. For businesses, it may just be a means to make money, or a way to collect data, but I don't know that some people are so superstitious about these data, and when that day comes, they will really scare themselves to death and use themselves to confirm the authenticity of this way.

Then one person passed on, ten thousand people passed on, and it was endless.

In the end, the commercial behavior that originally had nothing was infected with human life, and the resentment was passed on in a real way, and finally became true.

It's not a shallow way to hurt people.

There are also some so-called masters, who put on a posture of knowing the destiny of heaven, pretending to ask questions and pinching their fingers. In fact, it's just a nuanced observation, to paraphrase bluffing words, so that the object of faith is convinced.

Those speculations about the past are not mentioned, but their predictions of people's future fortunes really change the lives of others.

When you are convinced that a certain master says that you will embark on a career in the future, then even if you do not have this kind of thought, when you determine your future destiny, you will more or less deliberately pay attention to the relevant content, and then through your own subjective and active efforts, it is not difficult to achieve it.

Of course, there is no real Xuankong Master in this world.

Compared with everyone's rhetoric, this unwarranted rumor spread that the master of Jingshan Hospital is a woman, because she can't see her face clearly with her veil covered, and her age is unknown. There are different opinions about her voice, some say more than twenty, some say more than thirty, and some say forty-five or sixteen, in general, the voice should be deliberately processed.

The only thing that is certain is that she is a wandering fortune teller who wanders in the market.

Although Zuo Lang is suspicious of the Lai family, there is no evidence to prove that it must be a problem with the medicine, or what the Lai family has done. So far, he really can't find a reason for his family to do this.

For now, if you find this person who spreads rumors everywhere, you will know what is going on.

The four of them worked together, Zuo Lang and Wu Yang stayed in the hospital to find out the condition, and Wushuang and Feng Qi went to find the master who turned the hospital upside down.

In Jingshan Hospital, Zuo Lang handed the drug analysis report in his hand to Wu Yang:

"After checking, there is nothing wrong with the medicine itself. Because of some of the ingredients, I can't check what they are. ”

"It's nature. In this medicine, there is Fu Yu grass. This is a plant that only exists in ancient books, so naturally it cannot be found. ”

"Then how did this ancient plant appear here/?"

Zuo Lang frowned, what he didn't even know was the flood era.

"This needs to be talked to the Lai family, how can this thing appear in their hands. ”

Wu Yang's face was serious, he clearly remembered that the last place where these things appeared, it should be the country of Qingqiu, how did the Lai family get it? And these pills are very clean, it is impossible to have such a heavy evil qi when you eat them, so how did the evil in these people come about?

"When my aunt and they come back, let's go and meet this Lai family!"

What is going on, the parties should know best.

On the other side, Wushuang followed Feng Qi to sweep through several markets.

This is the first time Musou has gone down the mountain, and for Mushuang, everything here is fun.

Feng Qi was already following Wushuang, not to mention that he was only a half-grown child, the two of them were holding hands, shopping freshly, every time they went to a market, they must eat all the way and play with one hand.

At this time, the crimson space-time storage bag that Wuyang returned to Wushuang played a role.

"Wow!

Unconsciously, the two walked into a store in the market, and some plants were planted in front of the store like a small courtyard, like a small oasis in this small market.

In the small oasis, there is a pair of stone tables and chairs, and some trinkets are placed on round stone plates, and in the sun, all kinds of pearls shimmer with dazzling brilliance.

Wushuang picked up a handful of hair forks.

The elaborate obsidian material reflects the colors in the sun, and a row of round, rich pearls is embedded under the gold tray, which looks very elegant.

Wushuang looks very fond of it.

"Sister, do you like it?" Feng Qi looked at Wushuang's eyes and looked at the hair, and looked towards the store, "If you like it, let's buy it!"

"The little girl looks good, is she a local?"

The sudden sound Wushuang was startled, his hand shook, and the forks fell off, fortunately, Feng Qiyan's eyes were fast, and he just caught it, otherwise he would have to smash it.

The person who spoke walked out of the room, with silver hair, wearing a purple cheongsam and a gold silk shawl, and walked without hurry.

Wushuang was a little embarrassed to put the hair fork handed over by Feng Qi again, and wiped the clothes behind him with both hands.

"I don't know if I'm a local or not. ”

The old man has kind eyebrows, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes reveal a wisdom precipitated by the years.

"Not long after I moved here, I just cleaned up some things and took them out to dry. She picked up the hairpuff that Wushuang was holding in her hand just now, "What does the little girl think of the pearls on this hairfork?"

"I don't know much about this, but it looks very plump and round, it should be a very expensive and real item! Grandma, do you put these things outside, aren't you afraid of being stolen?"

What was left on the outside were some ornaments. Since it wasn't bought from a stall, such a good thing was put outside like this, and he wasn't afraid of being stolen? Feng Qi had doubts in his heart.

"It's all something that no one else looks at," the old woman smiled and gathered her shawl, "who came back to bully me an old woman." ”

"Have you seen a female fortune teller with a veil around here lately?"

There were many people here, and Feng Qi didn't dare to release his divine sense. Afraid of bringing a sense of oppression to the people here, when the time comes, the black pressure will kneel down, not only fight the grass and golden snake, but if there is a god in the world or something, he will be scolded by Wu Yang again.

"I don't know about that, but I've heard that every afternoon a master goes to the northernmost part of the bazaar to tell good fortunes, and you can go there and see it. ”

"Grandma, you're so nice, thank you, grandma. We won't bother. ”

I finally got a clue, whether it's true or not, I have to take a look.

"You should be able to meet before the sun goes down. The old grandmother smiled very energetically, and handed the hair fork that Wushuang liked to Wushuang's hands, "It's useless to keep this thing with me, little girl, you have a fate with it, so I'll give it to you." ”

"This ...... How can this be, such a valuable item ......"

"No matter how valuable the item is, if you don't choose the right person, it's just an ornament. The old grandmother patted Wushuang's hand, "Sometimes, when the real is fake, it is also true, and when it is false, it is also false." ”

The old lady only smiled at the two of them, turned around, and went into the house.

What is this true or false, what is it talking about? Is it saying that this hair fork is actually fake?

Wushuang looked at Feng Qi incomprehensibly, and Feng Qi was also full of confusion.

"Forget it, let's go to the north of the market first!"

Wushuang put the hair fork in the storage bag, and the two walked towards the north side of the market.

When the old woman returned to the house, there were many things scattered in the room. She flipped through it and found a large box in the corner.

The wooden red lacquer box has a thick layer of ash on it, and it can be seen that it has been sitting for a long time.

The box is locked, and the long copper lock also shows its age. The old grandmother untied the high collar of the cheongsam, and under a faded red face, a key was tied.

When the lock was opened, there was also a brocade box with a sapphire blue background and gold thread lace. The clean brocade box seems to have a faint fragrance.

It's like the smell of time.

When I opened the brocade box, there was a painting lying quietly.

The old grandmother found a pair of presbyopia eyes, put on gloves and carefully took the painting to the back room that had been cleaned up. The scroll protected by time slowly opened in front of her.

A woman in white jumped on the paper, she leaned slightly sideways and smiled shallowly. A fork was stuck in his long jet-black hair. A row of round, plump pearls is set on a yellow gold tray.

It's beautiful.

Even though the woman in this painting has only one figure and no facial features, I still think that this woman should be extremely beautiful.

She had seen this portrait when she was young, and she sat in her great-grandfather's arms and looked at it.

My great-grandfather said that the woman's appearance in this painting was beyond the imagination of an extraordinary person, and that the ancestors did not dare to blaspheme the gods.

"I may not have seen her as she is, but I may have seen her. ”