Ning Chu was stunned for a moment, looked back and took a closer look, a robe of various colors of silk yarn and satin, with large velvet cocoon silk, fine kudzu in summer, and a young Taoist with a high crown on his head.

The young man naturally knows this person, this young Taoist since he can remember, guarding the fortune-telling booth all day long, like a great baby, idle, and at ease with encounters, fortunately, this Taoist has some care for those idiots from poor families, and he doesn't take a penny even if he counts a quasi-hexagram, and gradually became famous.

Ning Chuyi waved his hand and continued to move forward.

The young Taoist was helpless, he suddenly got up, and made a Taoist joke towards the thin young man, raising his voice, "Poor Dao Zhang Zhan, Dao No. Wu Wei, from Jiangnan all the way to here, don't miss it when you pass by, you can't buy a penny and suffer a loss, you can't buy a fool...... Poor Dao hereby swears that if you draw a sign to keep you safe for a hundred years, even if your luck is really bad and draw a lot, then I will fold my life for a hundred years and withstand this catastrophe for you......"

Ning Chuyi stopped, half-convinced, the Taoist surnamed Zhang saw that there was a play, and quickly got up and raised his hand to pat his chest, earnestly and seducingly, "My Zhang's fortune-telling is ranked among the best in the entire Great Jin Dynasty, even if you don't believe me, then you still don't believe those neighbors who come to me to tell fortunes?" Those tall men don't reason with me, they talk to me about fists. ”

The young man heard this, turned around and walked to the stall, looked at the Taoist who was hanging, thought for a long time, and asked seriously: "Are you the kind of charlatan that Aunt Wang said?" ”

Ning Chu saw that the Taoist didn't believe it, and quickly explained: "You want to cheat me out of my money, right?" ”

The young Taoist was stunned for a long time, came back to his senses, was angry, and immediately rolled up his long sleeves, wanting to teach this open-mouthed hairy baby a lesson, but when he saw those sincere eyes, he really couldn't do it, and he was a little helpless.

But he deserved to be an old Jianghu, and his expression was as usual in an instant, and he slowly said some unfounded words, "This is a bad word, in the poor road, all living beings are equal, no one has ever given me more money, then he will definitely draw out the reason of signing, if this is the case, what kind of business does the poor road do?" We, the fortune-tellers of others, can mix up and thrive, all by one word! ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Zhan sold a pass, his eyes turned to the young man, but after seeing the stupid look of "I don't understand anything, Dao Chief, you will explain it to me", he was defeated, pointed to the banner with his finger, and his tone was quite helpless, "See, 'magic calculation'!" ”

Ning Chu hesitated, and suddenly made up his mind, "Dao Chief, can you calculate a hexagram for my sister?" ”

The young Taoist smiled and did not speak, and his meaning was already clear.

The young man hurriedly said, "Daochang Zhang, I know the eight characters of the birthday." ”

Zhang Zhan looked around vigilantly, and only after seeing that there was no one did he breathe a sigh of relief, "You kid, don't get close to me, the rules of iron can't be broken for thousands of years." ”

Ning Chuyi sighed and was about to leave, but the Taoist was in a hurry, immediately got up, and said loudly: "The rules are dead, people are alive, you just have to report the birthday, the great cause and effect of the poor Dao is picked by one person!" ”

Ning Chu laughed from the bottom of his heart, turned back, and continued to sit on the ground.

Boy.

The Taoist was slightly speechless, but he still stretched out his hand and motioned for the young man to draw lots.

After a while, Ning Chuyi solemnly opened his eyes, and his complexion changed slightly.

It is only under the sign.

The Taoist face couldn't see joy and anger, but his heart trembled, and he took the crumpled paper handed over by Ning Chuyi, with the birthdays of the two written on it, and then picked up his fingers with a solemn expression, touched his chin, and found that he didn't have a fake beard today, and then pretended to hold up his forehead, and then sighed heavily, "If your sister doesn't have an accident, she can live for at least a hundred years." But your face is black, I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster in the near future, if you are more specific, you will hate the northwest in less than half a year, this bureau is for other low-level juniors, and the poor can't crack it in their lives...... Still. ”

Zhang Zhan deliberately paused.

The boy looked up at the gloomy canopy in the distance, and shook his head slightly, but there was an unpretentious smile on his pale face.

That's enough.

The Taoist fiddled with a piece of rune paper on the stall casually, "No more, no less, three cents." ”

Ning Chu was taken aback, "Didn't you say that it was a penny before?" How shameless are you! Don't blame me for smashing your mess! ”

Zhang Zhan snorted, but he was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "The world is full of strange things." Businessman, you buy and I sell, it's a matter of course. ”

The young man will be skeptical, and the words of fear of the gods in the mouths of his father and mother when he is young are nothing more than ignorance and superstition in the eyes of those mountain immortals.

But he is different, every festival, he will still post Spring Festival couplets and door gods on the door of his house, asking for a good omen, so he asked: "Dao Chief, you said that my sister can live for a hundred years, is it true?" ”

The Taoist thought for a while, picked up the banner again, and asked rhetorically: "Poor Dao said that even if you die now, it won't shake your sister's vitality in the slightest, do you believe it or not?" ”

The young man finally made up his mind, his face was a little more sincere, and then solemnly took out three copper coins from his arms, and when he was still a centimeter away from the iron bowl, he was still a little uneasy, "Dao Chief, my sister is ...... matter"

Zhang Zhan pursed his lips, noncommittal to these words, thought about it for a while, pulled out two pieces of wrinkled yellow paper with one hand, and held a brush with the other, wrote and painted, all in one go, and then stuffed the paper into the young man's arms, and said solemnly: "Read it when you are free at home." ”

After saying this, the Taoist's face turned pale, as if he had aged more than half a year in an instant, and hurriedly waved his hand, signaling the young man not to block his way to fortune.

Ning Chuyi fell into a short silence, thanked him when he turned his head, and continued to trot towards the pharmacy, suddenly he didn't know what to remember, and turned his head to look back at the Taoist, "Daoist, I know that Uncle Wang won't live long." ”

After the boy finished speaking, he was a little embarrassed, and trotted all the way without stopping.

The young Taoist squinted his eyes slightly, his gaze stopped in one direction, and when he put down the brush, he suddenly remembered an old man, and whispered softly: "Little junior brother, is this the Dao method you have always adhered to...... Hehe, interesting. ”

The Taoist coughed lightly and continued to look like a master, waiting for the next frustrated person.

At this moment, a yellowed dead leaf fell from the plane tree behind him, with a wisp of spring breeze drifting with the waves, he saw it in his eyes, he was in a very good mood, he didn't care that it was still spring in February, and he babbled out a sentence that he heard from nowhere, "There is only one sycamore leaf, I don't know how many autumn sounds." ”

Suddenly, I saw that the withered leaf fell on the shoulder of the Taoist unhurriedly, his face changed slightly, he spit out a mouthful of blood without meaning, and said with a wry smile: "Poor Dao originally wanted to give you a heaven and earth creation, but now it seems that the unrepentant should be poor Dao." ”

In the end, he just gently wiped away the bloodstains, looked up at the canopy, and muttered: "That's it, this ghost business can't be done today, it's the right thing to clean up the stall and go home." ”

Just after the Taoist crawled away, a verdant leaf quietly fell here, and it was drifting steadily to the north with the wind.