"Whew, whew, whew. Oh my God! I'm tired of my old pig. Leaf, you wait for me!"

Ye Xiaoye turned his head and looked at the fat man who was snorting and panting and finally climbed up and said, "Fat Qian, you are so fat, you said that if the zombies attack, the end will come, can you run away?"

The fat man finally panted evenly, smiled disdainfully, and said:

"Cut, what to run, I'm the only seedling of our Qian family, and my old man will definitely be the first to pick me up if the world is over." Again, a doomsday shelter has been built in the basement of my villa, and the doomsday Lao Tzu will definitely survive to the end even if he hides in the basement."

Ye Xiaoye shook his head helplessly, and said in his heart, rich people really cherish their lives!

The fat man walked up to Ye Xiaoye, looked at Ye Xiaoye, who was stunned on the side, and asked:

"What the hell are you stunned, let's go. I'll send you home after saying goodbye early. ”

Ye Xiaoye turned his head to look at the door of the temple and sighed lightly: "What about the people?"

"What person?" replied the fat man

Ye Xiaoye shook his head and said, "It's okay, let's go!"

Ye Xiaoye didn't say anything more, and walked towards the gate of the temple with the fat man, and couldn't help but think as he walked. "Could it be that you hit a ghost yourself?"

I touched it again, the glass bracelet on my right wrist. Then I thought about it, no, no, it's not a ghost. But this old woman's legs and feet are really sharp, and as soon as she turns around, there is no one.

Ye Xiaoye followed Qian Fatzi into the mountain gate, bypassed the towering Futu Pagoda at the door, passed through the solemn Tianwang Palace, and came to the majestic Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Although it was already dark, there were still a few people in the main hall to worship. Ye Xiaoye stepped into the door of the hall, and the first thing that caught his eye was a statue of Sakyamuni standing in the center of the main hall. On the table in front of the statue, there are various incense flowers, candles and various tributes.

Ye Xiaoye said in his heart: "Tut-tut, this mud tire eats better than people." With this kindness, these people might as well help the beggars on the road and the poor children in the mountains. ”

Next to the offering table stood an old monk, who looked to be estimated to be fifty or sixty years old. He was wearing a bright red robe. also looked at the female pilgrims who were about to leave with a lewd smile.

Ye Xiaoye poked the fat man with his elbow and said: Fat smash, that won't be the monk you said.

The fat man smiled, pulled Ye Xiaoye and walked in the direction of the old monk.

When the old monk saw that someone was coming, he quickly restrained his lewd smile, and said with a spring breeze on his face: I don't know if the two donors are here to worship the Buddha or to repay their vows.

Ye Xiaoye looked at this senior monk with a suspicious expression, and said in his heart that this old monk's face changed quite quickly.

The fat man pulled Ye Xiaoye and said mysteriously to the old monk: "Hehe, Master Zhishen, I brought my brother to make a wish today." By the way, we two brothers need special services!"

Saying that, the fat man took out a golden bank card from his pocket, he looked at the old monk and smiled mysteriously at Ye Xiaoye.

The old monk responded to the fat man with a flattering smile on his face: "Okay, this donor, wait a minute, I'll take the pose machine." After speaking, the old monk ran away.

Ye Xiaoye broke free from the pull of the fat man with his backhand, took two steps back, looked insulted, and said righteously: "The fat man didn't find it, you are so good!"

Ye Xiaoye also pulled his clothes, looked at Qian Fatzi with a righteous face, and continued.

"Ahem... As a good young man in the 21st century, although I do not discriminate against your special hobbies, do not think that you can defile my soul if you have money!"

The fat man almost laughed out of breath when he saw Ye Xiaoye's exaggerated expression, rolled his eyes at Ye Xiaoye and said, "Ye Xijing, what do you want! What I'm talking about is letting the master tell us fortunes!

Taking advantage of the fact that the old monk did not come back, Ye Xiaoye took a stick of incense on the offering table, lit it, bowed, and recited silently in his heart. "Please Buddha bless me to be admitted to Longdu in the college entrance examination. Please Buddha bless me to be admitted to Longdu in the college entrance examination. Please Buddha bless our three brothers with good health. ”

After a while, the old monk walked out of the meditation hall behind the main hall with a small smile on his face with a small step on his face.

The old monk smiled and said to the fat man: "This donor has a special service of 2000." Are you sure you need both?

Ye Xiaoye listened to it on the side, startled!

"What? Old liar, how much is it again? 2,000 once? Why don't you go and rob the bank? Fortune telling under the overpass is only 10 yuan at a time. 2,000 yuan every day, it's almost a year!"

The old monk looked serious, and pretended to be profound and said to Ye Xiaoye: "Ordinary man, what do you know, old man, I tell you fortunes, that is to reveal the secret of heaven!"

The old monk's eyes narrowed, and he continued with a straight face at Ye Xiaoye:

Don't look at me looking like I look like I'm in my fifties or sixties, in fact, I'm only in my early 30s. Young man, let me tell you, I'm not the same as those bewitching sluts under the overpass outside!"

Ye Xiaoye looked at the old monk's expression of "you little scumbag, you don't understand", and he couldn't wait to go up and add a buff to him with the soles of his shoes!

The fat man pulled Ye Xiaoye and said proudly: "Yezi, you don't understand, my third aunt said, the abbot of Zhishen is like a living immortal, it's accurate, and it's 2000."

Qian Fat Man paused for a moment and continued with a wicked smile: "For my millions, 2,000 yuan is still money, besides, if we calculate it, we will make it." After speaking, the fat man laughed again, as if he had really earned it

Ye Xiaoye glanced at the fat man's obscene appearance helplessly, and didn't say anything more, Ye Xiaoye also knew that the fat man was taking him out to play and relax, and find a fortune teller to say a few auspicious words, so that he wouldn't have too much pressure when he took the college entrance examination. The fat man is also a good intention, and he is not good at fighting the fat man's face.

Although Ye Xiaoye didn't say anything, he couldn't help but curse in his heart, "Old liar, you are so black!"

Seeing that Ye Xiaoye didn't say anything, the old monk took the fat man's card and swiped away 4,000.

After paying the money, the old monk led Ye Xiaoye and Qian Fatzi to the meditation hall behind the Daxiong Treasure Hall. Invite Ye Xiaoye and Qian Fatzi to sit at the tea table, and pour a cup of tea for one person, the two of them tasted tea, and the old monk walked to the door of the meditation hall and lit incense and closed the door. When he came back from his work, the old monk sat down in front of the two of them and poured himself a cup of tea.

Squinted his eyes and asked, "Which of the two donors came first?"

The fat man volunteered to come first, and asked the old monk to calculate his fortune in the future, and the old monk said without a word, what to see that the fat man is rich and noble, and the fat man will definitely be rich and noble in the future. Within two years, there will be nonsense about noble people helping each other or something. It was very happy to coax the fat man.

After calculating the fat man, the old monk turned around and asked, "What do you want to count this benefactor?"

Ye Xiaoye looked at the old monk's standard liar-style smile and felt like pumping him! I thought to myself that this old liar was not accurate anyway, it made no difference if it was anything, it must have been made up in advance.

Ye Xiaoye barely squeezed out a smile and said.

"Master, then you can help me calculate my recent fortune. ”

The old monk pulled Ye Xiaoye's slightly slender left hand and rubbed it violently, giving Ye Xiaoye goosebumps all over his body.

Ye Xiaoye hurriedly withdrew his left hand and said in his heart: "This old liar won't be an old glass." ”

The old monk glanced at the string of colored glass bracelets on Ye Xiaoye's right wrist, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and he said with a serious face: "This donor, I see that your seal hall is black, and I am afraid that there will be a bloody disaster in the near future." The bracelet on your right hand is afraid of being a bad thing. It's better to leave it to the poor monk and let the poor monk resolve it for you. ”

Ye Xiaoye glanced at Master Zhishen angrily and said, "Don't bother with Master Lao, this is a talisman given to me by others, it's not worth a few dollars, master, don't worry about it."

The old monk laughed dryly.

Without waiting for Master Zhishen to say anything more, the fat man stopped doing it first, and glared at Master Zhishen's eyes.

"Go, go, what kind of bloody disaster, just say nonsense. After speaking, he pulled Ye Xiaoye and walked out

As he walked, he said, "Bah, the bad spirits don't work, the bad spirits don't work." It's unlucky. Never look for a fortune teller again."