After breakfast that day, Qi Zhong saw Ji Hu sitting alone behind the wide bronze case and trying his long sword, with a bored look, so he stepped forward and asked, "If the king is bored, how about summoning the Maiko singers in the palace to come and have some entertainment?"

Ji Hu furrowed his eyebrows: "I don't like to look at those." He raised his sword: "It's better to be reconciled, you can be dictatorial to the dynasty at such a young age, when will you be like him." Thinking that there are still more than three years left before the age of 20 crowning, my heart suddenly feels like a mess.

"That being the case," Qi Zhong said while pouring tea for Ji Hu, "How about the slave tell the king some strange things in the Chaoge City and relieve the king's boredom?"

"Oh?" Ji Hu sat up straight, obviously very interested: "Then say it quickly, I want to hear it!"

"King, do you remember that Bu Zhilou?" Qi Zhong's face was mysterious.

"I know, it's the tall building that divined for Gongzi Du, ten cakes and gold divination. Hum! A swaggering stick." Ji Hu raised his eyebrows, although he personally disposed of Ji Du on the street, but in his heart, Gongzi Du was still a bully, and even Bu Zhilou, who took the hexagram for this bully, was not a good thing.

"Ouch, King! No one in this song city knows this Bu Zhilou, and they all say that there are fairy-like characters living in it, who can know the past and the future. For people to occupy life and death, Bu Ji is fierce, and he has never miscalculated. This building has been open for two years, and it has long been famous in the Central Plains, do you think it is powerful?"

Ji Hu sneered disapprecrisingly.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Qi Zhong's eyes widened: "King, you don't believe it, do you? At first, the minions didn't believe it. This is the appearance of the Song City, there are dozens of actors, and no matter how much money they collect, it is only fifty dollars, who will spend ten cakes of gold to go to Bu Zhilou to tell fortunes? Ten cakes of gold are enough for a dozen families for a year. Isn't this crazy for money?

Fortunately, after all, this Chaoge City is the former capital of Yin merchants, rich businessmen and giants come and go, and there are people who come to join in the fun. A year and a half ago, there was a merchant who sold kudzu cloth on a whim, and actually paid ten cakes of money and entered Buzhilou. When I went in, I shouted, "Count the uncle, has there been any good things recently?" If you can't calculate it accurately, Lao Tzu will not only take back these ten cakes, but also tear down your signboard and let you get out of the court." 」

He spoke so eloquently that Ji Hu Buhu could hear it and asked, "What happened?"

Qi Zhong pinched his throat and said, "The immortal said, "You, it's not good, let's hurry home and see your son!" Surely your son will have his right arm broken by the end of the afternoon."

When the merchant heard this, he was furious, and said, "You demon man, you dare to curse Lao Tzu. I will go back now, and if I find my son well, I will come back and skin you."

It was past noon, and the cloth merchant went home in a rage, just in time. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw his son playing by the edge of the well, so he turned his head and walked back, thinking of Bu Zhilou to settle accounts with the diviner. Before he could take two steps, he suddenly heard a scream behind him, and the child somehow fell, not only breaking his right arm, but also his right leg.

Since then, the name of this Bu Zhilou has been singing in the court day by day, in the defense of the country, and even in the Central Plains, and people who ask for divination are flocking to it. If they open their doors and do business, they will earn a thousand loaves of gold a day. It is strange to say that the immortal only divides one person a day, and the rest can only wait in order, no matter how high the bid. When it's time to come back, the rule has never changed.

There are a few noble relatives who defend the country, such as the prince Du, who relies on his own power to make an exception for the immortal, and in the end he is also disgraced, so he still has to follow the rules of others."

When Ji Hu heard this, he pursed his lips and waved his hand, "Everyone in this song city is so shocked, hearsay, and falsehood, so they all believe it. Actually------ it's all exaggerated."

Seeing that he still didn't believe it, Qi Zhong was quite unwilling: "Does the king know what hexagram Gongzi Du calculated in Buzhilou that day?"

Ji Hu was interested in this question, straightened up and asked, "I remember that when the two men and women entered the Shi family's old shop, they didn't look good, didn't they calculate the hexagram?"

Qi Zhong clapped his hands: "King Bingxue is smart, and it is rumored in the city that the two of them were going to count the woman's belly that day

The fetus is male or female, and the fairy of Bu Zhilou said that it was a male fetus, but it was a pity that it was a posthumous child. That boy Du almost didn't turn his face on the spot!"

"No wonder these two men were so gloomy? I see!" Ji Hu recalled the events of that day and felt a little relieved. It seems that this Bu Zhilou is not so useless!

"And," Qi Zhong was still unsatisfied: "Uncle Gong moved to Chuqiu, and the big-bellied woman was originally in the outer room and didn't want to take it. It was when she heard that she was pregnant with a male fetus, so the uncle decided to take her with her, and the woman kowtowed a few times outside the Buzhi Building before leaving, to show her gratitude to the gods in the building!"

"That's it," Ji Hu raised his eyebrows, and his heart paused, "It's okay today, why don't you go to that Bu Zhilou and see what kind of thing that fairy is?" Let's go, prepare the car, and go now!"

"Huh? Go now? However, if we don't make an appointment in advance, we won't be able to get in!" Qi Zhong was stunned, isn't this going to smash the field?

Ji Hu was full of interest: "Lone is to be unruly, look at the true face of these gods!" I have to go today!" As he spoke, he looked out.

"Why don't you call Mr. Rongyi to go with you, if something happens, you can take care of it?" Qi Zhong followed and pleaded.

Ji Hu thought for a while and agreed: "The old rule, you drive, Mr. will walk with me."

"No!"

Today the sky is fine and the winter sun is warm. Ji Hucha came out of the gloomy carriage, feeling a little dizzy, and looked around, there was a bright and sparkling piece of light. All I heard was the endless buzzing of human voices in the Chaoge Market.

Because of the recent incident of Gongzi Du, who was in the limelight, I was afraid that someone would recognize him on this trip, except for Qi Zhong, Rong Yi and Ji Hu both wore a hat with a detachment. The carriage was stopped at the door of Bu Zhilou, and it was enough to get off the carriage and walk up a few steps.

Ji Hu raised his eyes and saw a pavilion more than six feet high standing in front of him, and clumps of alfalfa grass circled the building like a jade belt, leaving only a gap in the stone steps in front of the door. It was the depths of winter, the weather was cold, most of the alfalfa grass was withered and yellow, and the breeze was blowing, and the slender leaves were rustling. However, in the midst of this withered grass, the small lilac flowers did not wither, but were colorful and fragrant, as if they were unaware of the cold air around them.

On each side of the door hangs an eight-foot-high wooden board, on the right side of which is written "Good deeds are rewarded" and on the left is written "Slow time". There is a plaque with lacquered gold and pink hanging above, but there are only two big characters: "Bu Zhi".

Looking at these two words, Ji Hu snorted coldly. People say that this Bu Zhilou can know the past and the future, occupy life and death for people, and never miscalculate. Hmph, everything is rewarded, and sometimes it's slow, it's all bullshit. The queen mother has been her father's country all her life, planning for my crown prince, how could she have maliciously harmed a person's life? The result? The queen of the Great Zhou, a ***, the king of Zhou gave birth to a wife, but she was made to death. And the father had to make the woman who killed her his wife, so that the scourge of rats and Gu was ruined. How has Heaven ever done justice?

"The king waits, Rong Chen will go to negotiate first." Rong Yi said in a low voice.

"No, it's supposed to be a door-to-door search, so why do you need to spread it?" Ji Hu squinted, carefully looked at the words on the left and right pillars, and sneered: "The world has spread this place to the gods, and I want to see if this immortal is swaggering or really capable."

He picked up the hat, threw it to Qi Zhong, who was waiting by the carriage, and staggered up the steps by himself. Rong Yi gave Qi Zhong a look, and he followed closely behind him.

This is a large hall, and because there is no screen separation, and the four walls are empty, the interior of the room appears to be wider. There is a small door on the back wall, and a jade curtain made of broken jade is hung on the door. An old man sat alone in the center with an expressionless face, goosebumps, and a long beard that reached to his chest, and looked to be about seventy years old. The weather was so cold, but he only wore a single coat and closed his eyes to the sunlight outside the house.

When Ji Hu entered the door, he had a heart of trouble, and he wanted to make a big fuss to dissipate his depression, but he hesitated at the moment. He only felt that there was an indescribable peace and quiet, the outside was noisy, but the inside was as quiet as a valley, he was stumbling for a while, but he didn't know how to speak.

The old man sensed someone entering

Come, his eyes widened slightly, he looked at the two people in front of him indifferently, and said to Ji Hu: "Bu Zhilou only divides one person a day, and today's divination has been completed, please leave your name and residence, and when it is Gongzi's turn, Bu Zhilou will send someone to inform you."

"The divination is over?" Ji Hu smiled contemptuously: "Pretending to be a ghost and confusing the public, I heard that you will ask for ten cakes of gold for one time. My son doesn't have any money today, but he wants you to make a fortune. How?"

The old man frowned slightly, and said indifferently: "If the son is courteous and law-abiding, the old man will treat you as a distinguished guest. Childe, please." He stretched out his hand and made a send-off gesture, but his body remained upright.

"Uncle, having said that, can you be accommodating and convenient? We are strangers, and we can't wait long------" Rong Yi was pleading, but was pulled behind by Ji Hu, and he himself sat cross-legged opposite the old man with a big grin: "Do you really think that this son has no money?" He took out an object from his waist and placed it on the table: "This crossbow is called 'The Offender,' and it is the beloved object of the king of the lynx, and the market price should be more than ten loaves of gold. If you're right, I'll leave it here. How?"