"Old man!" The stall owner who sold the dustpan walked up to the old man and respectfully asked, "Are you...... How do you know that the ruffian will have a bloody plague today? ”

"This is the art of observing qi, I don't know if you have heard, before Lao Tzu Li Er passed the Hangu Pass, Guan Ling Yin Xi saw that there was purple gas coming from the east, and he knew that there would be a saint to pass the pass, and soon, Lao Tzu really rode a green ox to come, in fact, not only the saint has qi, but the saint's qi is far beyond the reach of people, even if it is thousands of miles away, as long as the person who has learned this technique, he will be able to observe his qi and know the trend!"

The old man's words made several stall owners who came over half-incomprehensible, but it did not prevent them from seeing that this old man was really divine!

"Alas, it's a pity that the old gentleman has a lot of money, otherwise I would have to find the old gentleman to calculate it for me." The dustpan stall owner smiled bitterly.

The old man turned his head to look at the dustpan stall owner, and said with a look as usual: "A hexagram of gold, it is worth a thousand gold, but there is no need to pay a thousand gold, the old man here is clearly marked with a price, all written here, of course, illiterate people naturally do not know, the old man looks at the word, good fortune and misfortune, and only collects one or two when exploring things and looking for people, and only collects cash!" ”

The stall owner couldn't help but secretly stumble when he heard this, although one or two pieces of silver was less than one thousandth of a thousand gold, but it was not something he could afford, so he could only smile bitterly and sit back in place honestly.

The rest of the stall owners wanted to come up and chat with the old man, and then beg him to calculate a hexagram for free when they got acquainted, but the old man only said three words, and then closed his eyes and meditated, as if he had calculated their thoughts, and deliberately kept a distance from them!

At the end of the day, except for the free calculation of the young ruffian, the old man still did not meet a serious guest!

When the sun set, the old man returned a few futons to a wine shop on the other side. He held a small banner with "a hexagram of gold, half a fairy". Use it as a crutch to leave the city slowly.

When the old man turned into an alley where no one was around, his slightly stiff back suddenly stood straight. While walking, with a wave of one arm, the flag was wrapped in a circle, and then the old man grabbed the flagpole and twisted it gently, and the flagpole suddenly became two pieces, and put it into a cloth bag hanging under his waist, and then he put his hands into his sleeves, and the white robe seemed to automatically fall off his shoulders, and he saw his hands stretched out from the placket. Flipping his hand and grabbing the placket of his clothes, he shook it, and the robe that was still soft white before suddenly turned black!

After wearing black clothes, the old man reached out and lifted his head, wiped his face, and suddenly changed from an old man with a fairy wind to a young man with a cold and handsome face.

Just as Dong Ce put the wig mask into the cloth bag around his waist, a person suddenly followed silently behind him.

When the two walked out of the alley together, there was another person outside who seemed to have been waiting for a long time. And this person is not an outsider, but Zhang Dagui's right-hand man Lin Chao.

"The Sect Master is really like a god! The first person to find you to tell a fortune is really a ruffian! Lin Chao sighed.

Dong Ce half explained and half asked: "A hexagram and a thousand gold, just these four words are enough to make people stop, Wang Ruffian wants to collect protection money." Naturally, I was given a horse, but I didn't know that we found out in the past two days that he was greedy for protection money, but you didn't show it! ”

"It's also Wang Ruffian who deserves it. If you have money, your hands are itchy, and you lost twenty taels at the Zhouda gambling house last night. He couldn't get so much money with a ruffian, so his subordinates just talked about his last night's deeds in the ears of his brothers. And they killed each other! Lin Chao smiled, and then asked: "But the sect leader said the hexagram today, and after we build momentum tonight, I'm afraid the sect leader's business will be endless tomorrow!" ”

Dong Ce heard Lin Chao's words, this kid is also shrewd, knowing that he doesn't rely on real fortune telling, and is worried that tomorrow will not end well, but these Lin Chao don't need to worry at all, just like Cao Luorong said that he is a big liar!

The next day, the lively atmosphere of the market gradually receded, the people were busy preparing for Laba, speaking of which, this ancient month Dong Ce really can't get used to it, three days and two ends to carry out sacrifices, some time ago the winter solstice to worship the ancestors, today I have to prepare to sacrifice to the gods, but also this year people are idle in winter, and many people will not care about this festival in the future, including Dong Ce.

In the alternation of cold wind in the early morning breeze and early sunshine, Dong Ce, who was dressed as a fairy, bowed his waist slightly, held the flag and walked out of the alley slowly, first came to the wine shop across the street, spent ten yuan to rent a few cases and futons, and then returned to the place where he set up the stall yesterday, sat on the futon, and closed his eyes in the old god.

"Good morning, old gentleman!" When the dustpan stall owner pulled a cart of dustpans over, he hurriedly said hello when he saw Dong Ce.

"Morning!" Dong Ce just replied to the dustpan stall owner, and after nodding, he didn't say a word.

The dustpan stall owner didn't care, smiled and began to set up his stall.

But before the stall was finished, the stall owner saw a middle-aged man striding towards him, he quickly put down the layers of dustpans in his hand, and was about to step forward to greet him, but people didn't look at him, passed by his stall directly, walked to the side of the hexagram stall, and said respectfully to Dong Ce, who was dressed as an old man: "Last night, I heard that Mr. Xing has the ability to predict the future, I don't know if I can calculate a hexagram for the next one?" ”

Dong Ce raised his eyes and glanced at the visitor, nodded and said, "What is it?" ”

"Huh? Isn't Mr. Xing a blessing and a curse at a glance? The middle-aged man said.

"The art of contemplating qi is only suitable for blessings and misfortunes, once blessings are obtained, trouble is caused, and the qi will gradually dissipate." Dong Ce explained casually.

"I see, let's test a word below." The middle-aged man said, squatting down as if he was very experienced, grinding ink for himself, and then picked up the pen and was stunned for a long time before finally writing the word "zi".

When the middle-aged man was writing, Dong Ce kept observing the other party without moving, and found that this person was richly dressed, but there were many folds, and there was a faint aroma of rouge gouache, Dong Ce guessed that it was likely that he was wearing clothes and the woman rolled over the sheets, at his age, naturally not with his wife, nor was he a concubine in the family, otherwise he would definitely change his clothes.

In this way, if he didn't finish shopping in the kiln, it was likely that the golden house was hidden, and then looking at the words written by this person, Dong Ce guessed that it was probably the latter rule!

Thinking of this, Dong Ce said: "Your Excellency has suddenly had a lot of troubles because of one incident recently? ”

"Uh...... That's true, I didn't have it, but it was just for one thing that made me feel like I was troubled by everything! The middle-aged man nodded stunnedly, and then suddenly understood something, and immediately asked, "Could it be that the old man really figured it out?" ”

"It's nature!" Dong Ce's expression did not move, pointed to the words on the case, and said: "Son, the division is one, and one is a hundred, that is to say, as long as Your Excellency has the first trouble, then the rest will disappear, otherwise, Your Excellency will have many troubles in vain because of one thing." ”

The middle-aged man was slightly startled, and then his eyes rolled, and he deliberately asked, "Then I don't know where my troubles are?" ”

"You've written it out." Dong Ce tapped his fingers on the paper on the shore, and said without a smile: "Son, even if you are a wife and a child, and I look at your face, if there is no accident, if you say something unpleasant, I am afraid that your Excellency will be sent to the end!" (To be continued.) )