When I came to Sanqing Dao to see that the Xuanzhong Dao chief pounced, Lu Ming had to rush to the snack street, and there were still two lives waiting for him to protect!

When Lu Ming arrived at the snack street, the snack street was full of people and slightly crowded. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info seems to have returned to the way it was before when nothing happened, lu ming walked on the street, maybe because of the large number of people, the yang energy was too strong, and there was not a ghost wandering on the street. And the place where Zhang Dali once set up a stall to commit suicide has also been re-set up, but instead of selling snacks, he is an old Taoist priest who tells fortunes and looks at his face, and there are snack stalls on both sides, and suddenly there is such a fortune telling stall is obviously not very harmonious.

The fortune-telling and appearance are all in the daytime, and it is rare to come out at night to tell the fortunes and set up stalls, at least Lu Ming may know this one. The old Taoist priest has kind eyebrows, a wisp of goatee, a Taoist robe, four trigrams on the left and right cuffs, a total of eight trigrams, and a Taiji yin and yang fish pattern on the chest. The old Taoist priest lightly bearded one hand, held the palm of a customer in the other, and said palmistry to the customer with a smile on his face.

Lu Ming looked at it for a while and then continued to walk forward. I came to a vendor selling grilled scallops and stopped. There were five or six students in front of the vendors, and everyone knew that grilled scallops were freshly grilled and sold, so they all waited in line. This vendor owner is one of the two people Lu Ming wants to pay attention to, this person is called Zhou Wen, and the other person is called Wang An.

Zhou Wen has been selling grilled scallops in the snack street for four or five years, his ingredients are very good, the scallops are also fresh, it can be said that his family's grilled scallops are famous, as long as he comes to the snack street to eat scallops, his family must be the first choice. Lu Ming also lined up here for a while, asked for two grilled scallops, and waited all the time, observing Zhou Wen while waiting. Five or six minutes later, it was Lu Ming's turn. Lu Ming picked up the grilled scallops and took a bite, but the taste was not very good. Lu Ming and Wang Feng have come here to eat before, and they have to queue up for a long time every time, Zhou Wen's roasted scallops are indeed very fragrant and fresh, but now they obviously have no original fragrance, and the scallops seem to have some peculiar smells, not fresh, maybe this is why there are only a few people in front of the stall that should be doing a prosperous business. Putting down the scallops, Lu Ming chatted with Zhou Wen for a few words.

"Boss, I see that you are not in good spirits, haven't you rested recently? These grilled scallops are not as good as they used to be. It's not up to par! ”

"Huh? I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I haven't had a good rest lately, so let's do it! I'll re-bake two more servings for you! Zhou Wen thought that Lu Ming's words meant to pay two copies, so he hurriedly apologized and planned to bake two more copies.

Lu Ming didn't say anything, just watched Zhou Wen re-roast the scallops. Zhou Wen took out the scallops, processed them, put spices, minced garlic and vermicelli, just finished putting spices in his front hand, then put vermicelli, minced garlic, and then put spices. Obviously, Zhou Wen was in poor spirits and absent-minded at all. Obviously, the spices have been put away, but they have been put again, which is why his grilled scallops have not tasted good recently, and he always puts more spices, and the natural taste is poor.

Lu Ming looked at Zhou Wen expressionlessly, what was expected, knowing that Zhou Wen would be like this. Today's Zhou Wen has dark circles under his eyes and heavy bags under his eyes. Presumably he hadn't slept much during this time, on such a cold day, there was not much fire on the oven, and it was not hot, but Zhou Wen's forehead was sweating all the time, and he knew that this was a weak and tired sweat. The fire on Zhou Wen's shoulders was dim, and the fire on his head was dotted, and it could be extinguished at any time. If it weren't for the fact that he was now on the snack street, the yang energy was stronger, but I was afraid that the resentful ghost would have already taken Zhou Wen's life, and he would take his resentful soul to the old ghost to regain his life.

With the two scallops that Zhou Wen had re-baked, Lu Ming took a deep look at Zhou Wen again and continued to walk towards the street.

Walking in front of a vendor selling finger cakes, Lu Ming stopped, there were only two people waiting for a meal, and the vendor owner was Wang An. Wang An's situation is not much different from Zhou Wen's, the two of them are in the same situation, I'm afraid that one of them can't handle it well, and these two people will die tonight. It's okay to die in Huangquan, once it becomes the meal of the old ghost, there is no chance of reincarnation.

Lu Ming is lacking in skills, and when the snack street closes the stall later, the two of them will go back to their respective homes. Out of the snack street, the night is cold, and the little ghosts are messed around, and I don't know which one is the resentful ghost staring at the two of them. At present, Lu Ming's worst plan is to save only one, follow one of them home to protect, once the resentful ghost comes out to ask for his life, he will come out and take it, and the other one can only be resigned to fate. Time is pressing, and we need to come up with a way to save both of them at the same time as soon as possible. If you can't, you can only plan for the worst.

Lu Ming stared at Wang An for a while, then turned around and left. On the snack street, Lu Ming began to continue to observe the situation of every vendor and student on the street. If he encounters a serious situation, Lu Ming has to add another target. An hour passed, and it took a big turn, but fortunately, the situation was not particularly bad, and now it seems that only Wang An and Zhou Wen are in a serious situation.

Lu Ming passed by the Taoist priest who set up the stall again, and just glanced at it, but he didn't expect to be caught by the old Taoist priest.

"Donor, stop and count a hexagram! No money! The old Taoist priest said to Lu Ming in a guest manner.

Lu Ming didn't want to tell the hexagram, but this strange old Taoist priest who appeared here aroused his curiosity, and his intuition told him that this person was not simple, and the purpose of coming to the snack street was definitely not to simply set up a stall to tell the fortune and look at the appearance.

Lu Ming paused for a moment, then stepped forward and sat on the pony that the old Taoist priest had placed in front of the customer to sit on.

The old Taoist priest's dress and appearance have been mentioned before, so I will not introduce it here. The old Taoist priest has a fast and large square cloth in front of him, and the center of the square cloth is painted with a Taiji Bagua array, and there is a sentence on both sides of the gossip, and it is written on the left: Three points of destiny and seven points of fortune; On the right side is written: Count the past life to the present life. On the top of the square cloth are written three words "one hexagram accurate", and below are written hexagrams, face reading, palmistry, and word measurement. In the upper right corner, there is a hexagram bucket, and in the upper left corner, there is a town stone, and under the town stone is a stack of white paper, as well as a signature pen.

Lu Ming observed the stall in front of him, looked up at the old Taoist priest, stared at his eyes and asked, "Everyone else is setting up a stall during the day to tell fortunes, why does Mr. set up a stall at night?" ”

The old Taoist priest raised the wisp of goatee and beard under his right hand lightly, and said with a smile: "Hehe, divination is day and night, as long as you can point out a clear path to people who are confused in the red dust, it doesn't matter when you start a hexagram." Then he said to Lu Ming: "Does the donor want to shake the hexagram, or measure the characters, look at the face or look at the palm?" Poor roads can be calculated for the benefactor. Once it is accurate, it is not allowed to ask for money. As he spoke, he pointed with his left hand in front of the stall.