The third aunt looked at Zhao Yang stunned on the spot with a stunned expression, thinking that Zhao Yang was pretending, so she said coldly: "The birthday eight characters you gave me not only carry seven killings, but also the gathering of the four evil gods, it is impossible to live to this day, if this birthday eight characters are really yours, is it possible that you have lived again?" ”

Zhao Yang, who was stunned for half a quarter of an hour, realized that the body he was reborn in was indeed dead, and as Xing Sangu said, the four evil gods in the eight characters converged, and what they dealt with was eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling.

Terrible!

Zhao Yang instantly had a new understanding of the third aunt of the sentence, and the three disciples of the Sixiang Hall really had something.

"Ah Fu, send off!"

The third aunt said indifferently.

Just gone?

Zhao Yang was a little unwilling in his heart, since his body had already 'died' once, and his birthday was completely incorrect, so there was really no way to count it?

So what is it? Someone beyond destiny?

However, at this time, Zhao Yang suddenly thought of a key point in his mind, and immediately said to the third aunt: "Why don't you help me calculate a birthday again?" ”

Before the third aunt refused, Zhao Yang directly said another birthday.

This birthday is Zhao Yang's birth date according to the day he was reborn into this world, and then pushed back the birth date of a full twenty-five years.

Xing Sangu wanted to veto it, because Zhao Yang didn't look like a person who came to ask for a hexagram, otherwise he wouldn't have used a dead person's birthday to ask for a hexagram at the beginning.

But the third aunt looked at Zhao Yang up and down again, temporarily changed her mind, and said: "You have already calculated a hexagram for a dead person just now, if you want to calculate another hexagram, you need to collect another money, recently a group of refugees from Xianyang City have fled from the famine, if you can give them a thousand catties of white noodles, I can make an exception and calculate another hexagram for you!" ”

Give a thousand catties of white flour to refugees fleeing famine?

Zhao Yang smiled in his heart, he didn't expect this third aunt to be quite kind-hearted.

A thousand catties of white flour is really nothing, so Zhao Yang immediately nodded and agreed happily, then again, this can be regarded as accumulating virtue and doing good deeds for himself, so of course Zhao Yang is very happy, even if it is 10,000 catties, Zhao Yang will not blink.

Seeing that Zhao Yang responded so refreshingly, the third aunt of Xing once again pinched her fingers according to Zhao Yang's birthday.

But when the third aunt pinched her fingers for the second time, her brows furrowed slightly, and then she asked again: "Is this really your birthday?" Do you have a yang character in your name? ”

"That's right! The contemptible surname is Zhao, and the single word is Yang" Zhao Yang immediately nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice, it seems that his birthday is really calculated according to the day of rebirth, and at the same time he couldn't help asking: "How is my marriage?" When can I get married? ”

In fact, Zhao Yang kept asking himself when he could marry a wife, definitely not because he was really hungry for this demand, but used a small scheming to borrow this way to ask himself whether the eight characters were hard enough, how much yang longevity was left, and he didn't have to expose his identity as touching gold.

Xing Sangu looked at Zhao Yang with a look of great anticipation for the future marriage, but the expression on her face was a little indifferent and wise, and said: "You have a marriage in your life, but ......"

"But what?" Zhao Yang raised his eyebrows and asked.

"But it's a bad fate! It's hard to achieve positive results! The third aunt said with a cold expression.

"Bad fate?" Zhao Yang's scalp tightened, it was very unexpected, his life and death had not been calculated, and this actually calculated a 'bad fate'? This is really a bonus.

Looking at Zhao Yang's tense expression, Xing Sangu continued: "But you don't have to care too much about this bad fate in your life......

"Why?" Zhao Yang listened to the third aunt of the sentence half-talked, and was hung up on his appetite. And complained in his heart, do fortune tellers like to divide a sentence in half, pretending to be suspenseful, and seem to be very awesome?

The third aunt looked at Zhao Yang again with her clear and somewhat sharp eyes, and said, "Because you have a catastrophe on your body now, if you can't survive this catastrophe, you will definitely die!" So I can't wait for this fate! ”

"Hiss......"

As soon as Zhao Yang heard the words of the third aunt of the torture, he immediately gasped, and his heart was groaning! The catastrophe she said must be an evil death curse on herself!

"I will give 10,000 catties of white noodles to those refugees who fled the famine outside Xianyang City, how can I get rid of this catastrophe?"

Zhao Yang looked at the third aunt with wide eyes and asked.

As soon as she said this, Xing Sangu's originally cold expression suddenly sneered again, looked at Zhao Yang and said: "I sat here at the age of seventeen to divinate and tell fortunes, and it was the first time I met you who spent a thousand oceans to calculate marriage, in fact, this is the real purpose of your coming today, right?" I see that you are dressed modestly, but you are generous, if my guess is right, all this money of yours should be in exchange for this catastrophe, right? Yuanliang? ”

After speaking, the third aunt looked at Zhao Yang's eyes and once again showed conviction and determination.

Especially her last sentence of 'Yuan Liang' made Zhao Yang subconsciously swallow and spit at the mouth.

The identity of the touch gold is revealed!

This third aunt is really terrible, she can not only count eight characters, but also reason!

However, Zhao Yang also felt that his disguise was indeed full of flaws, just like what Xing Sangu said just now, he was dressed plainly but generous, and he was not a serious businessman at first glance.

Zhao Yang thought he was a little cautious, but he didn't expect to be so unbearable in front of the third aunt.

Since his identity was exposed, Zhao Yang simply did not evade, and asked directly again: "Please also give me some advice, can I break this catastrophe?" ”

"Yes!" Xing Sangu nodded, without the slightest hesitation, and even said very happily: "You go to Xianyang City tomorrow to help those refugees who fled the famine with 20,000 catties of white noodles, and then tell you truthfully, where you are in the Qiu Fenjia, and what strange things you encountered, I can prescribe the right medicine for you and break this catastrophe!" ”

The words of the third aunt made Zhao Yang hesitate in his heart.

20,000 catties of white flour is a trivial matter, and it is not a problem for Jin Wuming to leave his own gold to buy 20,000 catties of white flour.

But...... Ask yourself where you are the mound and the first ......

Zhao Yang began to briefly analyze the pros and cons in his heart.

If I told Xing Sangu that I went to the emperor's tomb of a small country in the Tang Dynasty, would I cause any trouble?

But if you don't say it, won't the last hope of breaking this death curse on your body be broken? In the future, you really have to rely on non-stop tomb robbery to exchange the rewards in the system for Yang Shou to regain blood and continue life, and the next tomb will prolong its life for twenty days, then the second half of your life will either be in tomb robbery or on the way to rob tombs, it is a sad story to think about, and there is an ancient saying 'How can you walk by the river without getting your shoes wet', so often go to the tomb, sooner or later you will die in the tomb......

So in the end, Zhao Yang gritted his teeth and planned to tell the truth, because if there is a disease, it must be treated!

It's all like finding a female doctor to see an andrology department!

"It's not a secret, in this troubled world, it's hard to find a way to survive, I just stumbled into a ...... by mistake"

Zhao Yang kept a low profile as much as possible, and if he didn't pretend to be forced, let's not pretend to be forced.

Xing Sangu also listened very carefully, although Xing Sangu is now sitting in the hall to show people fortune telling, but she is also a peer, just like an angel during the day and a devil at night, so for this kind of thing, Xing Sangu naturally pays special attention to this kind of thing.

However, as soon as Zhao Yang started to speak, there was a commotion outside the hall door, accompanied by a few shouts: "Master Long...... Long Ye...... Oh no......"

"Master Long...... Something's wrong, big ...... Something is wrong......"

"...... Dragon"

These successive shouts made the hall door completely chaotic, and the voices were noisy and boiling, as if something really big had happened, otherwise, if it was a trivial matter, with the Sixiang Hall of the largest family in Xianyang City, there would be such a reaction?

As soon as the third aunt who was sitting in the Vermilion Bird Hall heard this continuous shouting, she didn't have the intention to listen to Zhao Yang's narrative anymore, so she stood up directly and trotted towards the outside of the hall quickly.

Zhao Yang also turned his head curiously at this time.

I saw that with a few broken shouts just now, several housekeepers and housekeepers of the Sixiang Hall came in with a person on their backs.

The man on his back was dressed in gray clothes, his clothes were full of holes, he was scarred, blood mixed with dirt and blackened, and he looked very embarrassed.

"Steward Chen, what's going on?"

The third aunt hurriedly asked loudly.

"Third aunt, it's Jinhua! A nearby chaifu went up the mountain to chop firewood, and just happened to see Jinhua that seemed to have fallen from the mountain, and then sent it back! ”

Steward Chen gasped and shouted, and then ordered the family to let this person down carefully.

Zhao Yang stood not far away, and saw this person's face at a glance, although his face was covered with blood and mud at the moment, but Zhao Yang could still see it clearly, and was sure that he was the white young man in the tomb robber trio he met on the way to Xianyang City a few days ago!