There was only a day in between, and the news that Zhuang Siyan had was fully refreshed.

First, the number of people coming in and out of the Guan Ye Temple in the past two days suddenly increased, and I couldn't see where it came from, and it was not the fifteenth day of the new year, and they poured in like a swarm to offer incense.

There were too many people, and Qingtian couldn't see them, but he still found that these people were different from normal pilgrims.

They had some kind of inexplicable communication with the old nuns in the temple.

The information exchanged is likely to be on those holders.

Zhuang Siyan immediately thought of the lottery he had once drawn.

There are dozens of sticks in the temple, all of which are placed on a desk.

Basically, whoever gives the silver can go and get one, and then kneel in front of Master Guan himself, or he can be a bodhisattva, or send a son to Niangniang, and shake it.

Pick up the shaken stick, and then go to the old nun in the temple.

It may seem casual, but if they want to do something inside, it's easy.

It turns out that they really did something in it and cheated a lot of money.

Then it's normal to pass on a message.

It's just that Zhuang Siyan couldn't figure out what this group of old nuns were going to do, and what kind of information was there for them to pass on in such a form?

She told Qingtian to keep staring, and finally to see what was in the lottery, and then listen to what the old nun said?

So the next day, Qingtian came back with a few sticks.

Pour the sticks down, and eight out of ten of them are signs, these are the tools used by the old nuns to cheat money.

There are also a few good signs.

Qingtian said: "I found that after those strange people went in, basically all the good ones were drawn. ”

Zhuang Siyan picked one up from it: "Really?" So how did Lao Ni explain it? ”

Qingtian: "Let's just say that the family is prosperous or something." ”

"Family prosperity ......" Zhuang Siyan recounted his words and also read the content on the sign.

It's all a few crepe sentences, there are broken mirrors and reunions, lost things and something.

In a way, these are all good signs, indicating that what you ask for can be returned.

She pulled out all the good signs and laid them on the table.

I read the above signature again, and over again, but in the end, I only looked at the surface, and I didn't see what the meaning was inside.

I really couldn't do it, so I called Li Bo over: "Li Bo, you are old and well-informed, look at these signatures, is there any difference?" ”

Li Bo hurriedly waved his hand: "The old slave doesn't understand this. ”

Zhuang Siyan asked, "Then do you know it?" Help me find one, I want to see what's in there. ”

Li Boke can answer this question, he said: "There is a vegetable market in the north of the city, there are many people there, fortune tellers, storytellers are interested in the popularity there, so there are many gathered there, I called a small servant to go, and invited one back for the gentleman." ”

Zhuang Siyan: "Well, go and come back quickly." ”

The little guy ran fast, and the fortune teller who came back looked quite pleasing to the eye, but he was blind.

He had half-closed eyes and a pen in his hand, and after being brought in by the little servant, he nodded in all directions.

Zhuang Siyan asked him: "You can't see it, how can you look at these signs?" ”

The fortune teller said, "I'll know by touching it." ”

Zhuang Siyan was surprised.

She touched the bamboo piece with her hand first, and found that the words on it were not protruding, which really took effort to find out the handwriting.

Well, no matter how much, she invited someone to come to untie the sign, whether it was to touch or look, just get the meaning out of it.

So, all the lots were placed in front of the fortune teller.

He really picked it up and touched it one by one.

At the first time, Zhuang Siyan was still worried.

It's not easy for people to go out to eat, you can't drop the rice bowl here with me, if you really can't touch it, she will find someone to read it to him.

But the man only put his finger on the word, as if it were instantly blessed to his soul, and immediately said the signature on it, and explained the meaning of it.

Not only Zhuang Siyan's eyes widened, but even Qing Ran, Li Bo, and the little guy who brought him back who were watching from the side widened their eyes, and they almost wanted to immediately offer him up and put on three pillars of incense.

What's even more surprising is that after he explained all the signatures, Zhuang Siyan and the others had not yet woken up from the shock, and the man said: "But where the lottery holder, there should be one hundred and eight signatures in it, signing, winning, signing, signing, signing, signing, ”

Different people, of course, will draw different lots, but the girls today are all lots.

And the number of signatures is not enough, which is a bit strange. ”

Zhuang Siyan was already dizzy by what he said, and he didn't know how to take it at all.

Or Li Bo replied: "Do you mean that there are two kinds of good signs in this sign, that is, the upper sign, and the upper sign, and what we give you is all signed?" ”

The fortune teller nodded.

Li Bo hurriedly took a lottery holder: "Then you can see which one of these is signed?" ”

The fortune teller touched the lottery holder, began to touch the sticks inside one by one, and waited for all the sticks to be touched.

Only then did he speak: "These are all winning and signing, there is no signing, and the lot in this lottery holder is not enough, and there are people who have been brought down." ”

Everyone was confused.

The fortune teller was not in a hurry, just sat down, and when someone asked, he would explain, looking very casual.

Zhuang Siyan quietly retreated, called the little guy out, and asked him softly: "Are you sure you found this person from the vegetable market?" Why do I look so amazing? ”

The little guy nodded hurriedly: "Yes, there are the most people in front of his stall at the entrance of the vegetable market, and I also inquired about the vegetable seller next to me before inviting people back." ”

Zhuang Siyan asked, "How much silver did you spend?" ”

Xiaowu: "Ten taels, Li Bo said that he should grow up to be able to do things, and silver is not a problem." ”

Zhuang Siyan took a breath of cool air.

Could it be that she can't afford to save the family business, and she has raised a yard of losers.

At this time, I finally knew why the gentleman was so calm, and he was not impatient no matter how others asked him.

Ten taels of silver he may not be able to earn for two months at the entrance of the vegetable market, but now he reaches out and twists it.

Zhuang Siyan returned to the house with a toothache, got Li Bo Qingran out, and sat with the fortune teller face to face angrily and helplessly.

The fortune teller didn't speak, but touched his bamboo pole in his hand, calmly.

Zhuang Siyan looked at him silently.

He is in his forties, with good facial features, of course, he is not as good-looking as Ling Tiancheng or Ye Yuanpei, but he is also wide.

The body is medium to thin, but when you sit there, your back is straight, and you don't look obscene.

His hands are also a little different from those floating outside.

The fingers are very long, and they don't look like they're wandering around the world, but like reading and writing.

In short, if you look at it carefully, you will feel that it is not like a fortune teller.

After reading it, Zhuang Siyan asked him, "Sir, what did you do before?" ”

The fortune teller's face did not move: "The ancestors all made a living by divination, and when it was passed on to my generation, in addition to sealing, I also learned some unraveling, touching bones, and so on." ”

Zhuang Siyan nodded: "Has Mr. had an eye disease since he was a child?" ”

"No, before the age of twenty, the eyes could see, and they could read and learn words, and then my parents passed away, and I took the mantle of my ancestors and began to tell fortunes with people.

There was no flaw in what he said, Zhuang Siyan thought about it, and he didn't know what else to ask him.

He pushed the teacup forward: "Mr. drink tea." ”

The fortune teller was not polite, his hand slowly groped twice on the table, and when he touched the cup, he brought it to his mouth, took a sip of it very gently, and then put it down again.

When he put it down, the cup was not too far from where he had held it.

That is, when he picks up the cup, he has memorized that position, and it will not fall under the table or deviate.

Unless his eyes can see, this person must be very powerful.

Zhuang Siyan took the sticks in his hand again, opened them one by one, looked at them himself, and then thought about what he meant by unsigning just now.

In the end, he is still a layman, and he is always denied entry.

In the end, I had to communicate with the fortune teller again: "Since Mr. is an understanding person, I will also tell you something clear."

To tell you the truth, we brought this sign holder in the Guan Ye Temple, and we suspect that they are falsely deceiving the people, so we asked you to solve it.

Now it seems that there is really a problem in it, but this problem does not seem to be able to do anything to them.

After all, there are still many people who like to go to that place and don't think they are deceived. ”

As she spoke, her eyes kept looking at the fortune teller.

When talking about "Guan Ye Temple", Mr.'s expression moved obviously, although he quickly regained his composure, but for Zhuang Siyan, who has always been very observant, he still found a difference.

She focused on asking: "Has Mr. heard of Guan Ye Temple?" ”

The fortune teller replied: "I've heard it, it's a rare lively place in the capital." ”

"What does the gentleman think about this?"

Fortune teller: "Where the people are willing to go, it's their business, this is the same as the fate in the temple, and our fate law, you can't force it." ”

Zhuang Siyan: "Can that gentleman find another mystery in this lotter?" ”

The fortune teller was silent for a while, and then he pondered the words and said: "Except that it is not signed, it seems to be ...... It doesn't seem like much. ”

"If you have anything to say, just say it directly, I not only have a lot of money here, but I can also ensure that Mr.'s words will not be heard by outsiders."

After saying this, Zhuang Siyan pinched his leg fiercely: "You are the master of the loser, with a group of loser entourage, and you have a lot of silver, now you are asked to take out five thousand taels, you can't laugh, right?" ”

But it is really good to talk with money, and the fortune teller asked, "The girl is willing to give fifty taels." ”

Zhuang Siyan had a toothache.

It was a real toothache, and she bit it by herself.

She even wanted to pump her two big mouths.

What kind of mouth does this have, so owed, to let others offer?

However, the fierce struggle in her heart did not affect her mouth at all, and she actually heard herself say: "Okay, as long as the gentleman says it well, I also have a hundred taels." ”

The fortune teller immediately clapped the decision: "Then listen to the girl, one hundred taels." ”

Zhuang Siyan: "......"

This special thing, this special thing isn't a fortune teller, is it? He's a bandit, right? He came to rob, holding a bamboo pole in his hand, pretending to be very pitiful, to rob her, who always goes out to rob others.

Zhuang Siyan has never been so frustrated as today, there is nowhere to complain about grievances in his heart, and there is nowhere to say about the bitterness in his stomach.

When they looked at the fortune teller, they wanted to go up and strangle him.