Yuan Qi put the suitcase next to her place, got off the back door, and stood there watching, until the bus left the station, and then he left. Just looked at the bus and left affectionately, there were a thousand reluctances in my heart, ten thousand reluctances, and I wanted to stay with her for a while.

During the Spring Festival, there are firecrackers everywhere, and the city is not excluded, such a bustling metropolis is lined with high-rise buildings, and cars come and go. The Baoguang Temple in Xindu is also in and out of the endless, among these people who come and go, some are seeking well-being, hoping for good luck in the coming year. Some just come in to stroll, walk, and see, and there are all kinds of people.

On the left and right of the gate of Baoguang Temple, there are many fortune tellers squatting, but I didn't see the fortune teller, maybe I was hit by some blows, and I closed the stall early. Alas, Yuan Qi was really ruthless that day, in order to survive in this metropolis, it is really not easy to earn a few bloody money, but they are not on the right path, relying on deception to earn money will eventually harm others and themselves, if the I Ching is mastered by these people with bad hearts, isn't it even more terrible?

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable." At this time, a Taoist walked out of the temple, the hair on it was pulled into a cone, a hairpin interspersed through, his eyes were like eagle eyes, his nose was like an eagle's beak, his face often showed a cold smile, he was wearing a white Taoist robe, black cloth shoes, and his steps were so light.

The Taoist walked into a small alley in the middle of nowhere, and turned to a residential area, these houses were not high, at most five or six storeys of small high-rise houses, this is not like the high-rise buildings in the city center, there are many vegetable stalls and small restaurants under these small houses, and this place is close to the large farmers' market. The Taoist walked into the residential area and stood under these low houses, looking at these buildings, and saw that the gate below was open, and the Taoist entered through the gate, and closed the door, and it was very dark inside, and if it were not for the voice-activated lights to illuminate it, it would be pitch black inside, no different from the night.

The Taoist walked to the top floor of the sixth floor, but he was still out of breath and his heart was not beating, and he was calm and relaxed, it seemed that this person was a master. There is only one house on the top floor, and this family is always mysterious, look at the door, a dead chicken hanging, still dripping with blood, and its door is covered with red rune paper. Approaching the door, a strong smell of blood wafted through the air. The Taoist stepped forward and knocked on the door.

The fortune teller inside stepped forward and stood inside the gate.

"Who?"

"I, Wushan, Yunnan."

The fortune teller smiled and opened the door, "Master." ”

"Well, my good apprentice."

The Taoist entered the house, the fortune teller closed the door and followed, there was no bright electric light inside, but a few red candles and a few red lanterns illuminated the room red, and it was very dark, and the facial expression was not so clear. Directly in front is the spiritual platform, the altar is the sacrifice of cattle and sheep, behind the spiritual platform is a statue, the eyes are angry, the mouth is open, the mouth is full of fangs, so fierce and vicious, people are afraid after seeing it. The body of the evil god is covered with rune paper, perhaps to ward off evil. It turned out that they worshipped such an evil god, no wonder they hadn't read the I Ching.

They sat on the sofa opposite each other, and the Taoist's face remained unchanged, revealing a cold smile: "When the teacher passed by the Baoguang Temple today, why didn't you see anyone on the left and right of the gate?" ”

"Master, don't you know that since the end of November last year, a young man came here, and this person is extremely powerful, and he has made me speechless in a few words. Since then, my business has been in a bleak mood. ”

"Even if you have such ability, it seems that only Gongzi Qi in the Warring States Period."

"Master, who is Gongzi Qi?"

"Did you ask his name when you told him his fortune?"

"No, Master, the apprentice knows by looking at his face that he is the reincarnation of Wenqu Xingjun."

"You're right, in the Yin Shang era, he was the prime minister of a country, with a high position, do you know who we worship? The evil god Gongsun Leopard, our ancestor was killed by this Yin Shang Prime Minister with a heavenly axe, so we have a generational enmity with him. At the end of the Warring States period, Shizun Yin Sheng was also killed by him on the altar with a flying sword, presumably the young man you are talking about is Gongzi Qi, now known as Yuan Qi, he has read a lot of books since he was a child, knows the art of war, has the sage of the ancient style, and it is natural for you to be speechless by him. He will go to Yunnan after the next few days, which is where he was buried, and your task is to find out his birthday. ”

"Yes, I understand."

The night was dark and windy, Yuan Qi sat in front of the desk and opened his notebook, and he was writing an article at this time. The surroundings are so quiet, there is no noise, and there are many ancient books neatly piled up on the table, the most conspicuous ones are the Compendium of Materia Medica, the Medicine King Sutra and so on. In the depths of the darkness, a figure passed by in an instant, quickly climbing up the top floor of a tall building along the pipe, and the action was so fast that ordinary people could do it. The mysterious figure stood on the platform on the top floor, looking out at Yuan Qi's room, the lights were still on, and a knife flew out of his hand. At this time, Yuan Qi heard the crisp sound of the glass window being broken, and was startled, raised his head, the flying knife flew in, Yuan Qi's head was biased, and the flying knife flew past his ears like a gust of wind, stretched out his fingers to clamp the flying knife, could it be that Yuan Qi really knows kung fu.

Yuan Qi walked out and stood on the balcony, looked at the left and right, front and back, and opened the note on the flying knife.

"Yuan Qijun, you still know me, tomorrow I will set up a ring in Zhongshan Square on Chunxi Road, and we will compete in it." In the lower left corner, the word 'Sasaki'. "Who the hell is Sasaki? Just when Yuan Qi was puzzled, the mobile phone above the desk in the inner room rang, and when he walked in, it turned out to be a text message.

"Yuan Qi, do you know what Xin Fu is?" This is a text message from Su Ling.

"Xinfu is a husband and wife, a family and a husband who earns money to support a family outside, so that his wife and future son can live a stable life."

"I went back on a blind date for the Chinese New Year this year."

"Then I wish you good fortune, and I hope that man will be good to you and take on the responsibility of a wife and children who are very good to the family and especially to the future of the family." At this time, Yuan Qi's heart felt a little tingling, but he still buried his head and continued to write.