Feng Zhibai's face instantly pulled down.

She is a metaphysical prophet ancestor, a former prison lord! actually let her go to the roadside stall to tell fortunes!

It's unseemly!

Raising his hand to make a pause, Feng Zhibai said solemnly: "Xiaomi, the old body is the ancestor of the metaphysical prophet, and it is afraid of losing dignity by setting up a fortune telling stall on the roadside." In this way, you use the money left by the old body to buy a shop nearby, and in the future, you and I will do business in the shop, and the name of the store will be taken, and it will be called 'a shop and a broken thing'. ”

"Huh?"

Lao Mitou was still a little sleepy, but when he heard that Feng Zhibai was going to buy a shop and name it 'a shop that was broken', he suddenly woke up sleepy.

"Hey, girl, you have to think clearly!" Clapping his palms, Lao Mitou came to Feng Zhibai, stretched out his fingers and pointed back and forth at himself and Feng Zhibai: "Just the two of us, a half-hanger, a little girl who can only play tricks and have a little ability, are you sure you want to spend money to open a shop to do business?" What's wrong? Do you think you don't need money to make up for it now that you've lost money? ”

"Huh?"

Feng Zhibai raised his voice and was very confident: "The old body will do a loss-making business? ”

"I don't know if it will be, but the loss is certain. You are still young and do not understand the sinister nature of today's society. In this way, don't argue with me, tomorrow we will go and do what needs to be done first, and then go to the park to set up a stall to tell fortunes. If you have the ability to make money with this mouth without being troubled, then let's go find a shop. When the time comes, you will be the store manager, and I will do the chores for you. ”

Lao Mitou poured a glass of overnight water and drank it all down.

He can be regarded as having a true friendship with Feng Zhibai.

These words and thoughts are also based on a practical perspective for her good.

Anyway, everyone can be regarded as living and dying together.

"Xiaomi, Xiaomi, the old body doesn't show your hand, I'm afraid you don't know how powerful the old body is!"

Raising his hand and constantly pointing back and forth, Feng Zhibai shook his head, and his face was full of spring breeze pride.

"Yes, yes, you're amazing, let's see you."

Too lazy to say more to her, Lao Mitou waved his hands and got up: "I can't stand this old bone." If there's anything you can't do, come and wake me up again, goodbye, good night. ”

With a flick of the sleeve, the old rice head was directly rotten.

Lying on the sofa, Feng Zhibai comfortably shook the handkerchief in his hand: "You don't need to say good night to the old body, rest early." ”

The old rice head walked to the door of the room, and couldn't help but be happy when he heard Feng Zhibai say this: "Little girl, where is the problem." ”

This girl has been with him for a day, and she doesn't seem to have any heart, but sometimes it's really strange, whether it's from the way she speaks, her language or some of her behaviors, it doesn't look like what a teenage girl should be like now.

On the contrary, it looks like an old man of the last age.

Although it's weird, it's good that the little girl is a good person and has some skills.

After entering the house, Lao Mitou didn't think much about it, washed up briefly, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

In the living room, Feng Zhibai skipped the small bedroom in disgust and went straight to the large bedroom.

According to her philosophy, she is a prophetic ancestor, and the small bedroom does not match her identity.

I chose a comfortable position, went to bed, and soon, the night passed without a word.

Early the next morning, Lao Mitou did not wake up from a peaceful sleep, but was woken up by a loud kicking of the door!

The thud was like thunder, and he was so frightened that he rolled straight out of bed.

"What, what's wrong?"

With a loud shout, he quickly got out of bed, put on his slippers and went out of the room.

The jumping right eyelid told him that nothing good had happened.

"What's wrong?"

hurriedly opened the door of the room, and the old rice ran out with his slippers.

But the scene he saw almost didn't make him faint on the spot!

Two rooms! Two doors! There was only one door frame left in the middle of the night!

And at this moment, Feng Zhibai was bending down to lift the door of the master bedroom lying flat on the ground...

Seeing Lao Mitou appear in front of the bedroom door, Feng Zhibai looked up at him and showed him a big smile, slightly embarrassed but polite.

"You don't have to get up so early to say hello to your old body."

Lao Mitou's expression froze on his face, and his two eyeballs rolled over and fell straight back.

"Hey!"

Seeing others turn over, Feng Zhibai quickly gave up the door in his hand and ran towards Lao Mitou.

"What have you done? Don't you get up early and panic? ”

Reaching out to scoop up the old rice head, Feng Zhibai looked innocent.

"I, no, what..."

Looking up at Feng Zhibai, Lao Mitou only felt that his blood pressure had soared.

He had two good gates, and they had not been used much before they were lying.

Why is this girl so young and so strong!

The doors are gone!

"Are you really okay?"

Grabbing Lao Mitou's hand, Feng Zhibai put his hand on his left wrist, and before Lao Mitou could react, Feng Zhibai's hand grabbed his right wrist again, and pressed it back and forth several times as if diagnosing a pulse.

"Weak pulse, lack of qi and blood, easy to worry about physical weakness, Xiaomi, you have heart disease, and your spirit and body are not very good."

Pulling his sleeves, Feng Zhibai helped Lao Mitou to sit on the sofa.

"Can you still check your pulse?"

Pouring a glass of overnight water, Lao Mitou looked at Feng Zhibai with a shocked face.

Learning from the old rice, Feng Zhibai also poured himself a glass of overnight water: "The five techniques of metaphysics are the fate of the mountain doctor, and the mountain is self-cultivation and physical fitness." Medicine is the balance of yin and yang, and the hanging pot helps the world. Life is four pillars and eight characters, and wealth is poor. The phase is the three phases of heaven, earth and man, peeking into the heavens. And Bu is the cause and effect, good luck and bad luck. Anyone who is a Hongchen cultivator, which of these five techniques is not touched? ”

Rubbing the cup in his hand, Feng Zhibai looked arrogant: "Although the old body has no sect or faction, he can study these five techniques a little." It's millet you, a half-hung hexagram master, who lacks luck. In this way, what about you, worship the old man as a master, how about the old man teaching you Qimen Dunjia? ”

Hearing her talk so eloquently, Lao Mitou smiled interestingly.

Hold your waist and stand up and go to the bathroom: "I am an old man who worships your little girl as a master, if this spreads, it will not sound good." How can I say it, he is also a well-known fortune teller in our Qingcheng Park. ”

Feng Zhibai lay on his side on the sofa and drank a big sip of water: "If you don't want to, the old body won't force you, just follow the fate." ”

Placed the cup back on the coffee table.

"The old body watched the sky last night, the stars fell south, the stars moved slightly, and there was a golden light in the south when the sun was near, this is the appearance of adventure, and today the two of us will go south and maybe meet people with golden light."

Lao Mitou brushed his teeth and washed his face in the bathroom, and when he saw the two gates still lying on the ground in the mirror, he couldn't help but sigh: "The one with the golden light on his body may be the master who repaired the gate." ”

Wiping his face, he shook the water in his hand: "Let's go downstairs for breakfast first, and then go to the police station." ”

Feng Zhibai has no identity certificate and no household registration, and if he needs to apply for an identity card, he needs to explain the situation to the local police station or police station before going to the household registration of his hometown.

Only when you get a household registration certificate can you go for the certificate.

Lao Mitou also thought about where Feng Zhibai's household registration should be.

I asked many times where she lived before, but after asking for a long time, Feng Zhibai only said one sentence: The old body is home all over the world, and everywhere is the place of household registration.

In a fit of rage, he almost jumped up and hit someone.

There was no choice but to call Qu Yun and ask Qu Yun to see if there was any way to solve the household registration problem.

Qu Yun originally planned to send Feng Zhibai's household registration certificate to Kyoto, but it was not appropriate to think about it.

After all, he was a Taoist priest who took a little girl to Kyoto to register his family, and if he was seen, he might say something crazy.

Moreover, there is still some distance and time from Qinghai City to Kyoto, so it is not cost-effective.

So, the two decided to ask Jin Feng for help.

Jin Feng received Qu Yun's phone call without delay, and directly contacted the police station, and after explaining Feng Zhibai's situation to the police station, he quickly successfully registered Feng Zhibai's household registration in Qinghai City.

As for Feng Zhibai, go to the police station to fill in the information, and in a few days, you will be able to take the household registration to apply for a certificate.