"Why don't you want to help me Baba and Uncle, my grandfather will give you a lot of money!" The girl's (Xiaoci's) dark eyes didn't know when they started to get wet, and they were ticking off pearls.

Ye Fan, as a heavenly dao, really doesn't want to meddle in the grievances and grievances of the world, especially because Li Lao's two sons have their own stories.

"Elder Li, your eldest son's Gu worm is a punishment, because he is a businessman and has offended cultivators in terms of interests, so he will live a long life if he is weak! The solution is very simple, as long as you let the Gu worm lurking in your son's heart spit out the essence blood that you eat, your son will naturally live and live! ”

"As for your second son, he is in politics, he saw that his eldest brother was persecuted, and he already knew that it was a group of monks who made a ghost, so he was determined to get rid of the cultivators (scavengers), who were beyond mortals, and he was lucky to have a good natural physique, and his body has survived until now." Ye Fan said.

"Ask someone to help my two poor sons!" The old man got up from the stool, and then knelt in front of Ye Fan with a bang.

"Grandpa, what are you doing?" The delicate girl (Xiaoci) cried.

"I'm sorry, Elder Li, I'm not interested in saving your two sons, this is a grievance that belongs to you, and I don't bother to participate." Ye Fan looked at an old man kneeling in front of him, speaking of which, if according to Ye Fan's previous character, respecting the old and loving the young, and traditional virtues, he would have agreed a long time ago, but at this time, Ye Fan didn't seem to have a little pity, as if he was looking down on the world, there was always a kind of ant whose life, old age, sickness and death were none of Ye Fan's business.

Perhaps this is the perspective of God in the Heavenly Dao of the Heavens and Ten Thousand Worlds!

The previous generation of Heavenly Dao Chaos in the universe created people and things in the heavens and all worlds, just because it was boring, I hope that some interesting things will be used to interpret some life and death pains, love and hatred!

Ye Fan couldn't help but look at the old man who was already crying with a stalk, this once powerful commander, Ye Fan knocked on the long table of fortune-telling without a wave in his heart.

"Da da da......" The sound of a string of pony hooves, Ye Fan looked at the number of pedestrians walking by in a hurry outside the store, and indeed everyone should have everyone's life!

"Maybe the humility of life can't move my heart anymore." Ye Fan said thoughtfully.

But a loud voice roared from the roof, "Stinky boy, the sticky cake is ready, do you want to eat it, I'll send you some!" "The person who spoke himself belonged to Ye Qianlong.

Ye Fan showed a soft smile and shouted at the staircase: "Yes!" I'm getting a little hungry! Hurry up, or I'll tell grandpa that you're abusing minors! ”

Maybe only my own relatives can make my heart weak!

"Brother Ye Fan, please save my father, I don't want to lose my father......" Xiao Ci fell with crystal tears, a pair of black aura eyes looked at Ye Fan, pleading eyes, pear blossoms with rain face, a good-looking melon seed face.

Well, at this moment, Ye Fan has to say that in addition to family accidents, there is another one that can impress Ye Fan!

That's a woman!

Ye Fan couldn't stand the girl's pleading gaze the most, and couldn't stand the woman's tears the most, which made Ye Fan break the gong in a second, and his soft heart actually wanted to help this little girl who called herself "Brother Ye Fan", and the Tiandao chip who felt the change in the heart of the lord was speechless, and almost forgot the countdown, and the machine was stuck.

The sound of "...... going down the stairs."

The father walked down with a plate of sticky cakes, and when he saw the old man kneeling on the ground, he immediately frowned, and the plate that was originally going to be handed to Ye Fan was taken back.

"Stinky boy, what are you doing? Didn't you see that the old man was old, and didn't you help him up? All the books were read in vain? Ye Qianlong stared at Ye Fan, as if he had made it very clear whether he wanted to eat sticky cakes or not, and he wanted to eat quickly.

"Lao Ye, why are you just a fortune teller, but he is asking for a life!" Ye Fan looked at his old and unserious father speechlessly.

This is also a soft-hearted man.

"Crocodile, begging for a life? Will you save your life? Ye Qianlong looked at his son curiously, this son who was becoming more and more strange.

"Don't stare at me like that, I'm not used to it, how can I say it, I will do it a little!" Ye Fan replied.

"That's it! Do they give money? Ye Qianlong held the plate, and then asked Ye Fan.

"Yes! Yes...... There is a ......, no matter what, you quote a number! The old man who was kneeling on the ground raised his head and looked at Ye Qianlong excitedly, this fake fortune teller who had deceived himself just now.

"That's not it, it's rich! It's all easy to say! Ye Qianlong put the sticky cake on the table.

“。。。。” Ye Fan was directly speechless, not knowing whether Lao Ye had a kind heart attack or fell into the dung pit of money.

Ye Fan said to the earnest old man: "Your son's cause and effect is hatred for thousands of cultivators, and it is reasonable for cultivators to use some means to toss your son, it is reasonable, whether they give your son a Gu worm or a lower head, it belongs to karma." ”

"But you came to our store to ask for peace, which can be regarded as a kind of fate, so let's do it, I will help your youngest son survive the death penalty, and the punishment for not respecting the gods and Buddhas will continue!" Ye Fan said.

"Thank you, Immortal Master!" The old man said with emotion.

"Thank you......" the little girl said with a sob.

Then, Ye Fan directly picked up the paper on the desktop, and the brush!

Very handsome posture, Zama step, waist board, deep breath, swishing on the paper to write a word: "degree", after writing, very satisfied nod, folded the paper, ready to hand the paper to the old man.

Dad Ye had already stared at the word "degree" written by Ye Fan on the paper with gossip and curiosity, and then looked at Ye Fan, who was complacent, as if he had put a stinky fart and thought it tasted like a fragrant salted fish expression, and rolled his eyes and commented: "It's so ugly!" ”

Ye Fan, who was originally complacent, suddenly stopped his embarrassed arm in the air, and glanced back at Lao Ye speechlessly.

"Well, it's ugly!" Ye Qianlong nodded and gave Ye Fan a positive evaluation again.

"Ahem, cough, ahem......" Ye Fan almost choked to death by the sticky cake in his mouth!

In the end, this piece of paper was crumpled into a ball by Ye Fan and thrown into the trash!

One sheet!

Two sheets!

Three!

……

Nima! Finally, there was a handsome word as Ye Fan, and it was handed to the old man under the nod of Ye's father.

"Okay, you can give this piece of paper to your little son, let him keep an eye on it, and make sure he can get up to and pee!" Ye Fan said.

The old man excitedly took the tissue, opened it and saw that a little drunk cursive, "degree", a little blind! Uncomfortably, he asked, "Master, may I ask this...... This...... Can this one word save my youngest son from the curse? ”

The old man was a little worried in his heart, it was a head planted by a person who other cultivators didn't dare to offend easily! ”

Just by one word, I want to suppress the curse of an amazing human species - head down!

"Down, didn't you see what I just spent a handful of time writing?" Ye Fan said.

The old man was tempted to say that it had indeed taken a while to write, but most of it had already gone into the trash!

In the end, the old man left with his granddaughter.

(Postscript 1: Li Lao left the fortune-telling shop worriedly, he would never have thought that this drunken cursive script that seemed to be written casually was not right!) It is a simple word, but ten days later, like the god list in the mythological TV series, the whole glowing little son's chest flew up and soared in the air! Like a decree, it emitted bursts of ripples, suppressing the three powerful ghosts who broke into the mansion. ）

(Postscript 2: At noon on the eleventh day, the old man came to Ye Fan's fortune-telling shop again, wanting to spend a large sum of money to buy the handwriting Ye Fan had written, but was rejected by Ye's father, and replied in a word, his fate has been turned over!) ）

(Postscript 3: The old man thought of the papers that Ye Fan threw into the trash can, and immediately sent a team of bodyguards to set off to go to the trash can to rummage through the garbage!) The spectacle is spectacular! ）

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