Central Avenue has always been the downtown area of the city, where all three religions and nine streams gather, and there are all kinds of things, thieves, fortune tellers, stalls, and large shopping malls........ There is also a lot of daily passenger flow, and it can be regarded as a very prosperous area. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Early in the morning of Sunday, at five o'clock in the morning, the whole sky was just gray, Zhang Xiaoman was wearing a wide robe, and he carried a small horse stool and a small sign, on which two big characters were clearly written with a brush.

"Fortune telling"!

Although these two words are not from the hands of everyone, they also have a sense of heaviness and a vague sense of majesty.

"Test the luck, Zhou Gong interprets the dream. Zhang Xiaoman found a place that was not remote, stood the sign next to him, opened the pony stool, sat on it, and shouted in a long voice.

At this time of the day, Zhang Xiaoman has to shout helplessly, now the market is also sluggish, everything has to be shouted, even Taoist priests like them are no exception.

If someone talks about the market in this line, Zhang Xiaoman has a quasi-painful runny nose, don't you see that there is a fortune teller every 10 meters on both sides of the street, and there is a face every 30 meters?

The entire central street is more than 5,000 meters long, and there are two or three hundred people doing this line!

As soon as these peers were mentioned, Zhang Xiaoman became angry, no matter how fierce the competition among other peers is, there will always be one or two businesses coming to the door, and he has been doing it here for more than two months, and this business has only received less than ten orders.

What's even more infuriating is that unlike ordinary peers, who rely solely on their mouths to deceive, Zhang Xiaoman's ancestors have been Taoist priests for three generations, and they themselves are Taoists, which is true cultivation, and Zhang Xiaoman's generation is no exception.

Zhang Xiaoman is often confused, although he is not very good at Taoism and does not speak much, it should not be comparable to those charlatans, right?

If you say it, Zhang Xiaoman himself vaguely knows what is going on, his Taoism is almost negligible, and what he practices better is eye skills, not only to see ghosts and gods, but also to see people's luck.

With this hand, he can see the bad luck and red luck in people, but in the end, there are still many more unlucky things in a person's life than lucky things.

In addition, Zhang Xiaoman can't speak, so this is a tragedy, people just ask, Zhang Xiaoman said, you will be unlucky.......

Think about it, what kind of sour expression will be on the face of the person who came over? I guess it was already his luck that he didn't have two big slaps.

Even if a few people have red luck, it will not be good luck, how many times can people encounter great luck in their lives? It is nothing more than five dollars and ten yuan in the lottery....... How can this feel?

Even if you win five dollars, there will be red luck flashing on the top of people's heads, but you don't feel how lucky.

However, unlucky, that's quite a feeling, stepping on dog shit, in fact, it's not much bad luck, but it's definitely more impressive than winning a ten-dollar lottery ticket!

In this way, how could Zhang Xiaoman's stall have repeat customers? At first glance, the good spirit is not the bad spirit, hey, this force is simply a crow's mouth!

Zhang Xiaoman can also be completely like those charlatans, full of nonsense, not saying a word of truth, picking good words, slipping whiskers, patting horses, clichés, or making some small means to scare, but after all, he is a real Taoist, not a charlatan, and has his own dignity!

This is the dignity accumulated by three generations of ancestors, and it cannot be lost in his generation!

The cold style of the early morning, Zhang Xiaoman shivered involuntarily, he pulled the robe on his body, wrapped it firmer, in the early morning, before the sun rose, it was the coldest time.

The whole street was gray, except for Zhang Xiaoman's shouting from time to time, it seemed very quiet.

The ghosts scattered on the street were scurrying around, but there was no sound, Zhang Xiaoman sat on the horse bench, staring at everything that happened in front of him, but there was no surprise at all.

All this happens in front of his eyes every day, and he no longer feels unexpected.

"It's almost six o'clock, the sun is almost out, and it's time for the geist to go back. Zhang Xiaoman shrunk his body, felt a little warmer, stretched lazily, and sat down slightly.

Time passed little by little, the ghosts on the street gradually disappeared, replaced by pedestrians who got up early in the morning, Zhang Xiaoman immediately came to the spirit, today everything must grab a business, otherwise you can't live!

Zhang Xiaoman's face was full of spirit, looking at the passers-by with burning eyes, and the depth flashed in his eyes from time to time, as if he could peek into the sky, a profound appearance.

There are people coming and going on the street, and the central street is a downtown area, so people are naturally indispensable, but no one who passed by Zhang Xiaoman's stall looked at him.

Zhang Xiaoman's heart gradually sank, although such a thing has been experienced every day, but now that Zhang Xiaoman has experienced it again, he is still disappointed in his heart.

Zhang Xiaoman shook his head, and suddenly felt a different feeling, looking into the distance with some differences.

It's okay not to look at it, but when I look at it, Zhang Xiaoman's goosebumps all over his body are about to rise, and the whole person has a feeling of fried hair, and for a moment, he feels that his breathing is stagnant.

On the opposite corner of the street, beyond the sea of people, within Zhang Xiaoman's line of sight, a woman in a gorgeous red robe, with a standard melon seed face, looks like a porcelain doll, and her delicate facial features are like porcelain dolls.

"The breath on this woman's body is wrong!" Zhang Xiaoman's heart tightened, he took out a water bottle from the crossbody bag he was carrying, unscrewed the cap of the water bottle, and there was half a bottle of transparent liquid in the horizontal.

The transparent liquid immediately looked like a stone being thrown into the surface of a calm lake, and immediately set off a round wave, and under the waves on the surface of the water, a picture immediately appeared.

"Spirit!" On the surface of the water, an ink-colored word soon appeared, quietly suspended.

"It turned out to be a spirit, and it's fine. Zhang Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief.

All living beings in the world have the gift of incarnating people, and as long as they practice enough and add coincidence, they can possess human wisdom and incarnate as human beings.

Unlike humans, these beings derive great power from nature, and although they do not live forever, they live far longer than humans.

However, it is not easy to become such a spirit, in nature, the life limit of most animals is lower than that of humans, that is, more than ten or twenty years, this time is too short, for some creatures who have no chance, and even the spirit has not risen, it has already been asleep.

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Excerpt from "The Strange Taoist"

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