After seeing Yang Caixia put the money into the merit box, the middle-aged Taoist priest showed a homely, cordial and kind smile.

The customer is God, and it is obvious that the middle-aged Taoist priest has a very deep understanding of this easy-to-understand truth.

"Can this benefactor provide me with your birthday?" The middle-aged Taoist priest asked with a warm smile.

"Yes." Yang Caixia nodded and wrote her birth date on the paper.

"I don't know if the female donor has the birthday of the person she likes?" The middle-aged Taoist priest asked after looking at Yang Caixia's eight characters.

"Chengcheng, what is your birthday? Tell the master and let the master do the math for the two of us. Yang Caixia touched Li Xincheng's arm with her elbow and asked.

"I don't know what my birthday is!" Li Xincheng scratched his head and said.

"You don't come, I know what my birth date is, how could you not know, be honest, tell the master quickly." Yang Caixia said angrily.

"I really don't know!" Li Xincheng said.

Li Xincheng doesn't want to be married to Yang Caixia, Li Xincheng and Yang Caixia's, that's called bad fate, don't count it.

And seeing that this master is so good at talking, Li Xincheng is afraid that he will say something nice after he finishes the calculation, which makes Yang Caixia happy, gives Yang Caixia confidence and encouragement, and makes Yang Caixia more determined to pester her own thoughts, so can she still have a good life in the future? It's still not good.

"The master can see that you are lying, so in front of the master, don't play tricks anymore." Yang Caixia said again.

"Really? Master, do you think I'm lying? Li Xincheng pointed to himself and asked the middle-aged Taoist priest.

"When the false is true, the truth is false, the truth is false, the false is real, everything is empty." The middle-aged Taoist priest said with an unfathomable expression.

Li Xincheng: "??? ”

Can't speak human words? We can't communicate well with you!

"It doesn't matter if the donor doesn't know his birthday, just tell Poor Dao, the date of birth and the time of birth, and Poor Dao can calculate your birth date for the donor." The middle-aged Taoist priest said.

"I know this, I'll report it to you, master." Yang Caixia replied excitedly.

Soon, Yang Caixia reported Li Xincheng's date of birth and time of birth to the middle-aged Taoist priest.

Li Xincheng felt lonely and desolate.

"How do you know that? I shouldn't have the date of birth on my ID card! Li Xincheng asked with some puzzlement.

"Hehehehe, I won't tell you, this is a secret between me and my aunt." Yang Caixia smiled mischievously.

Li Xincheng: "......"

Sure enough, it was really my mother who told Yang Caixia, my mother, you anti-bone boy, actually betrayed your son like this.

After Yang Caixia reported Li Xincheng's birthday, the middle-aged Taoist priest began to pinch his fingers and count.

Not to mention, the middle-aged Taoist priest's kung fu of pinching his fingers is quite good, and it really looks like that.

However, Li Xincheng doesn't know why he pinched his fingers when telling fortunes, what is he calculating? Need to pinch your fingers? If it's counting, isn't it nice to use a computer to count it? How many counts can you count with your fingers?

The middle-aged Taoist priest pinched his fingers while looking at the sky from time to time, as if he was observing the celestial phenomena?

It's daytime, master, the stars and everything are invisible, what are you observing? Other people's fortune tellers are all watching the sky at night, and I haven't seen anyone say that they watch the sky every day.

After looking at the sky, the middle-aged Taoist priest began to shake his head again, and there were words in his mouth, as if he was communicating with some god and Buddha.

Master, let you be considered a marriage, as for making it look like a big dance?

Li Xincheng looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest playing treasure a little speechlessly, Li Xincheng didn't know if he was accurate or not, but this set of assembly-line fortune-telling operations really made Li Xincheng stunned.

"Poor Dao just communicated with Yue Lao, Yue Lao told Poor Dao a word, there is a heart to plant flowers and flowers do not bloom, unintentionally planted willows and willows into the shade, when the flowers bloom, the iron tree blooms and reveals the spring appearance, I hope the donor cherishes it." The middle-aged Taoist priest said slowly.

"So, that means we're going to end up together no matter what?" Li Xincheng asked with some confusion.

"Poor Dao has never said anything like this." The middle-aged Taoist priest shook his head and said.

"Didn't you just say that when the flowers bloom, the iron tree blooms and reveals its spring? As long as the time is up, luck comes, and the iron tree can bloom, doesn't this mean that no matter how difficult or impossible it is, they will be together in the end? Li asked in confusion.

"I didn't say this, it was Yue Lao who said it." The middle-aged Taoist priest argued.

Li Xincheng: "......"

High, high, high, it's really high, the old non-stick pan is up, if you end up together, eh, you are a god operator, that is, the calculation is accurate, the prophet of the unknown, if you are not together in the end, eh, you haven't said these words, these words are all said by the old moon, this pot is the back of the old moon, right? It has nothing to do with you, right? This pot throwing technique is okay!

"Thank you, Master! The master is right! Hopefully, everything will develop as calculated by the master. Yang Caixia said with a happy smile, and at the same time affectionately took Li Xincheng's arm and said.

"Thank you, master, then we will leave first, and come back to visit the master another day, and donate incense money to the master." After Yang Caixia got the answer she wanted, she pulled Li Xincheng and was about to leave.

"Wait, I still have something to ask the master, if you want to go, you can go first, I still have a few questions to ask the master." Li Xincheng pulled his arm out of Yang Caixia's arms.

"What's your problem? Isn't it all over? Yang Caixia asked with some puzzlement.

"I would like to ask the master, how can I resolve this calamity?" Li Xincheng looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest reverently and asked.

"The donor doesn't have to worry too much, the face of the poor Taoist donor, you are a blessed person in the world, and you will have nobles to help you in times of trouble, and you will turn danger into a disaster." After the middle-aged Taoist priest glanced at Li Xincheng in astonishment, he immediately regained his calm and breezy appearance and replied.

"No, this noble man can't help me." Li Xincheng said anxiously.

"Oh? I don't know what kind of calamity the donor is talking about? The middle-aged Taoist priest glanced at Li Xincheng with some puzzlement.

"Master, didn't you just figure it out?" Li Xincheng said.

Middle-aged Taoist priest: "??? ”

What am I that I am? Did I say something unlucky? Didn't you? Didn't I say all the good things? Where is there any calamity?

"Master, didn't you just calculate that she and I can be together in the end, no matter if we encounter difficulties or whatever? I want to ask the master that you are this calamity, may I ask the master, how can I get rid of this calamity? Li asked sincerely.

Yang Caixia: "......"

Middle-aged Taoist priest: "......"

Is this a catastrophe? Donor, I'm afraid you're not teasing me, you're making fun of the poor road?

"Please also ask the master for some advice." Li Xincheng arched his hand towards the middle-aged Taoist priest.

"I'm pointing you out, hurry up and go, don't be ashamed." Yang Caixia pulled Li Xincheng with a displeased face and was about to leave.

"Master help me!" Li Xincheng broke free a little and said.

"Ugh." The middle-aged Taoist priest was a little speechless.

In the past ten years of fortune telling, he has met all kinds of people, and has also helped all kinds of people to tell fortunes, including many rich people, some thin poor people, high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and petty thieves in society, but like Li Xincheng, in more than ten years of fortune-telling career, he has encountered it for the first time.

Looking at Li Xincheng with a hesitant and helpless face, the middle-aged Taoist priest actually wanted to tell Li Xincheng that the reason why he said these words was just because the two seemed to be lovers, and Yang Caixia seemed to like Li Xincheng very much.

"There is a providence in the dark, the donor doesn't have to force it, just let it be." The middle-aged Taoist priest shook his head lightly and said.

"Did you hear what the master said? God has arranged it for us, we are a natural pair, we are destined to be together all the time, don't keep thinking about those who have and don't, hurry up, I'm hungry and want to eat delicious food. Yang Caixia pulled Li Xincheng and said.

Middle-aged Taoist priest: "......"

That's not what the poor road means!

"Woo woo, why is my life so ill-fated, I'm too difficult!" Li Xincheng silently left sad, weak and helpless tears in his heart.

"Thank you, Master, for guiding us both, let's go first, and come back to visit Master another day!" Yang Caixia smiled at the middle-aged Taoist priest.

"Why don't you thank the master for guiding us through the maze?" Yang Caixia shook Li Xincheng's arm and said.

Thanks, thanks? I paid for it, okay? Isn't it natural to take money and fortune telling for others? Isn't this just a will-you-love deal? Is it necessary to be grateful?

And I'm going to die of sadness, okay, it's not good to spend money on myself, it's too late to hate him, thank him?

"Uh, no, no, no, this is all within the responsibility of the poor road, no need to say thank you!" Looking at Li Xincheng, who had no love, as if his life had fallen into a trough and there was no hope, the middle-aged Taoist priest hurriedly waved his hand and said.

"Thank you, thank you, the master must have spent a lot of effort on our fortune telling, right? Thank you for your hard work! Yang Caixia said.

"No hard work, no hard work." The middle-aged Taoist priest waved his hand.