"Oh, our prophet has come to your country from the Great Eclipse, please don't be stingy with your reverence for him, even if it is only a penny, Allah will bless you, thank you...... "Oh!

This damn accent sounds like an Arab from the Middle East! I have to say that what I haven't seen is the most mysterious and the easiest to wash people's heads.

I saw an old Arab man wearing a white robe, a white turban, and a beard, holding a cane in his right hand and a crystal ball in his right hand, suspended in the air, in a meditative posture, without moving, at first glance, it was really amazing.

Beside the old man were two devotees in the same attire, both in their forties, who used large umbrellas

The "prophet" was in the shade, and he stood in front of the booth, trumpeting that the "prophet" had the ability to predict the future.

"This is the 'holy stone' that we scooped out from the holy sea, and it has been enshrined in the temple for three hundred days, and it can be worn to ward off evil spirits and eliminate disasters, and wealth will roll, and one only needs thirty silver coins, and you can also get an additional chance for prophetic divination!" The believers took the stones and shouted for them.

Foreign merchants mostly use gold and silver coins, one is equal to about one tael of silver, and he is this one

If it is a real Mediterranean jade, it will be transported thousands of miles away, and it will be worth buying a collection at this price, but Song Che looks at it horizontally and vertically, this thing is like a polished and smooth pebble, worthless.

Most of the Liang people are still sensible and just watch the excitement, but there are still a small number of people who are willing to be wronged.

"I'll buy a piece of this holy stone!" Seeing a well-dressed little fat man, he quickly took out the silver and bought a holy stone, and said, "I want to ask this foreign prophet to help me calculate, when will I be rich?" Seeing that the believer's eyes rolled, he exclaimed, "No problem, no problem, our prophet is the best at calculating people's fortunes," and then he pointed out

The Prophet's feet said: "If you ask the Prophet for advice on his bare feet, and through the world's sufferings, kiss his feet first." The little fat man was not ambiguous, and he kissed the prophet's foot.

The believer said, "Then please touch the Prophet's crystal ball with your hand, close your eyes and recite the three numbers silently, and the Prophet will see through the crystal ball your past and present lives." The little fat man did so.

After meditating on the three numbers, the Prophet picked up the crystal ball,

"Amimi Mommy Mommy ......" didn't know what bird language was being muttered, but in short, no one could understand it.

"What did you prophet say?" The little fat man asked eagerly. The Christians translated: "We prophets say that you lived a life of food and clothing for the first half of your life, but gradually you are becoming more and more miserable, especially in recent times, your family has also suffered tragic changes......

"That's right! That's right! My dad opened a rice shop, and he had no worries about food and clothing in the first half of his life! But just half a year ago, my father suddenly fell ill and died, and my wife ran away with others...... Prophet, you are a living bodhisattva, you are too accurate! The little fat man knelt down with a puff

The Prophet approached him and pleaded: "Ask the Prophet to show me a clear way, I want to make money, and make a lot of money!" The prophet pointed in the direction and muttered a few more words to the believers.

The believers also pointed in that direction and said, "The Prophet said, you go in this direction, about a hundred steps, where you will encounter a turning point in your life, and you must seize the opportunity!" The little fat man stood up and counted his steps, and followed

The Prophet walked in the direction he was pointing.

"I think you have also seen that the prophet accurately calculated the number of the guest's fortunes, so who else wants to tell the fortunes? All you need to buy is a holy stone to get a chance! "The believer is in hand

The "Holy Stone" is being sold again.

The crowd effect of "I, me, me......" quickly fermented, and everyone rushed to find a prophet to tell fortunes first.

"I'll give thirty taels...... Gold! Song Che held a large gold ingot high and squeezed into the crowd with overwhelming pride,

"Dare I ask the Prophet, is it true that the more money you give, the more respect you have?" Believers and prophets stared at the glittering gold with greed in their eyes.

"Yes, yes, this generous guest, you will surely be blessed by Allah." The believer stretched out his hand and wanted to take it.

Song Che took the gold back and said, "Since the prophet is so accurate, I have two things here, and I want to ask him to help calculate them, and if the calculation is accurate, the thirty taels of gold will be given to you." The believer smiled confidently: "Then please ask, our prophet knows everything." Song Che glanced at Ning Yehong behind him.

Ning Yehong held a wooden stick and walked to the prophet's side. Song Che asked the Prophet, "Since you know everything and know everything, then I ask you, will you be beaten with a stick today?" ”

"This guest, your question is a bit too much—"

"Choke!" Lin Yue pulled out the sword, and with lightning speed, it pressed against the believer's neck, and said coldly: "I didn't ask him if he was hit by the sword today, he was already merciful!" If you are not a prophet, don't intervene, or the sword will have no eyes! ”

"Say it quickly." Song Che urged coldly. The Prophet swallowed, shook his head, and spat softly, "No." ”

"Smack!"

"Ahh Ning Yehong hit the instep of her foot with a stick, and the prophet screamed in pain.

"It seems that the prophet is not very accurate." The corners of Song Che's mouth curled slightly, and he asked again: "I give the prophet another chance to predict the prophet, will you still be knocked with a stick?" ”

"That's how you treat foreign friends—"

"Shut up!" Lin Yue pulled the believer's beard and said fiercely: "If you say one more word, I will pluck your hair!" Beads of sweat as big as soybeans oozed from the prophet's forehead, he looked at the stick in Ning Yehong's hand, pondered for a moment, and said slowly: "Will ......"

"Hey! You guessed it this time! ”

"Smack!" Ning Yehong jumped up and slammed a stick on the prophet's back. The Prophet screamed loudly, and a backward fell from the air, at the same time

With a "stab", the robe was torn apart, revealing the mystery of the mechanism inside - at the end of the crutch of his pestle, an iron rod was attached horizontally, and an iron chair was embedded under the iron rod, and the sleeves and robes were used to perfectly cover the mechanism, so that it looked like it was hanging in the air.

"It's a liar!" The masses suddenly realized. Ning Yehong and Lin Yue knocked out several liars in three or two clicks, tied them to the booth, and waited for the officers and soldiers on patrol to pass by and take them back to the government for trial.

"Let's go and see what wonderful that cornucopia is!"