The fortune teller, who was originally listless and decadent, got up, and looked excited, dancing wildly, startling Mo Xiaoxie, who was not mentally prepared, and fell off the stool. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Hearing the fortune teller's inexplicable question, Mo Xiaoxie was a little confused by the second monk, carefully recalled the memories of the past, and made sure that he had never seen the old man opposite, and said cautiously: "Old man, do you recognize the wrong person, in my impression, I have never seen you before." ”

The fortune teller seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water on his head, calmed down a little, and carefully examined Mo Xiaoxie's appearance again, as time went by, the suspicious color in his eyes became heavier and heavier, and thousands of thoughts turned in his heart.

"Old gentleman?"

Mo Xiaoxie called softly, woke the fortune teller from his contemplation, and restrained the complicated gaze in his eyes, the fortune teller sat on the original seat and stared at Mo Xiaoxie, smiled and said: "Maybe I was wrong, don't mind, I don't know what I want to calculate here." ”

Sure enough, he recognized the wrong person, Mo Xiaoxie was relieved, let out a long breath, and said with an indifferent smile: "Old man, you haven't answered me the question I asked just now." ”

Why?

The fortune teller was stunned for a moment, looked at him deeply, leaned back after a long time, closed his eyes slightly, and said bitterly: "The world fortune tellers, like and dislike evil; ”

Mo Xiaoxie was silent, thinking carefully, most people in the world were as he said, everything was due to nature, and they wanted to comfort him, but they suddenly felt that they were short of words, and they couldn't find comforting words for a while.

Perhaps, like the fortune teller in front of him, the person who sees through the world is the saddest.

"Then since you have seen through this, why don't you give up this profession and do something else?" Mo Xiaoye couldn't help but ask.

The fortune teller glanced at him lightly, and replied with a smile: "I am a fortune teller, this is my life, and I am a ...... Believe in your life!"

The faint words made Mo Xiaoye feel a little sad.

Yes, how can a fortune teller not believe in fate, even if he knows that there is no end to the future, he can only choose to persevere and move forward along the path that fate has drawn.

Just when Mo Xiaoye was immersed in this complex state of mind, the fortune teller suddenly smiled, the wrinkles on his face were smoothed out a lot, and he looked a few years younger, full of brilliance.

I saw him smile and said: "But today is a good day, I have been here for three days, you are the first guest to find my fortune teller, it seems that my fortune telling booth is finally going to open today." ”

"I may be going to disappoint you, I am the opposite of you, I have never believed in fate. ”

Mo Xiaoxie said sonorously and powerfully, and his demeanor revealed an arrogant momentum that he had never seen before.

The fortune teller was not angry, and when he heard Mo Xiaoxie's arrogant words, the smile on his face was even thicker, and the heat in his eyes flashed.

"It is good not to believe, it is good not to believe. The fortune teller stroked his palms and laughed, and he was overjoyed.

Looking at the crazy fortune teller opposite, Mo Xiaoye once wondered if he was crazy, otherwise, if he said that he didn't believe in fate, why would he still applaud?

It's better to leave early, Mo Xiaoxie raised his head and looked at the sky, it was not early, he should go back, his body was restless in the chair, and he was about to say goodbye to the fortune teller.

It seemed to penetrate Mo Xiaoxie's mental activities, and the fortune teller asked lightly, "Are you leaving?"

Without thinking too much, Mo Xiaoye nodded impatiently and said, "Well, there are still people waiting for me, they should be in a hurry when they go back late." ”

"Since there is a fate, Buddhism pays attention to only those who have a fate, and we Taoists also attach importance to the word 'fate', even if we are in a hurry, we should not be in a hurry for a while, it is better to stay for a while, I will calculate a hexagram for you for free. ”

If you are so poor that you have to tell fortunes for free, even Mo Xiaoye can't help but think that this fortune teller is poor and doesn't care about money.

"Free? Mo Xiaoxie waved his hand again and again, and said unhappily: "If you were free, I would never count this hexagram." ”

Seeing Mo Xiaoxie's unwavering eyes, the fortune teller said helplessly: "Okay, okay, how about I charge you a penny, it should be no problem now." ”

Mo Xiaoye hesitated for a moment, nodded, took out a penny from his money bag and handed it to the other party.

After taking the money in his right hand, he retracted it into his sleeve, and when he stretched it out again, he took out a few pieces of tortoiseshell-like objects from the props that had just been kicked over, exactly nine, and arranged them in a row on the short-legged table in front of him, and then asked, "Tell me what you want to count." ”

His eyes swept over the tortoise shells on the table that were more and more broken one by one, and some of them had fallen off, Mo Xiaoxie really doubted whether this kind of thing could be calculated accurately, although he didn't have much hope, but Mo Xiaoxie still asked what he wanted to know most in the depths of his heart.

"I want to know whether the fire in Fenghua Town, in the northern part of the mainland, caused dozens of people to lose the bones of the Yan family five years ago, whether this was an accident or man-made. ”

Mo Xiaoxie's eyes were red, his lips were bitten and bleeding, and he didn't know it.

"Please wait a moment. ”

The fortune teller pinched the complicated magic trick in his hand, and it changed more than ten times in just one breath, and Mo Xiaoxie was dazzled when he saw it, staring at the old man's palm flying up and down, and his head was a little dizzy.

"Zha!"

With a soft snap, the index finger and middle finger pointed together at a piece of tortoise shell spread on the table, as if with spirituality, the tortoise shell trembled imperceptibly, and the nine tortoise shells were wrapped in blue light, and they were automatically thrown into the air in an instant.

"Jingle bell—"

Like the sound of a copper coin being bounced, the nine tortoise shells swirled in the air, making a pleasant sound like a beep.

What no one knew was that the scene in front of him set off a turbulent wave in Mo Xiaoxie's heart, it turned out that this ragged and inconspicuous fortune teller was also a hidden cultivator, and sometimes he really couldn't judge people by his appearance.

The tortoise shell did not stay long in the air, then it flipped and fell uncontrollably, and was about to fall on the table, only an inch away, when the fortune teller did not move, and an invisible force came from the ground, and once again the nine tortoise shells were forced to go up, flying to the same height and turning again.

Up and down, Mo Xiaoxie's gaze followed the tortoise shell as it moved, and his eyes flashed with a look that would only appear when he saw something new.

Just looking at it intently, I didn't think about it, a great force in the sky, coming from top to bottom, this power came and went quickly, Mo Xiaoxie disappeared as soon as he breathed, as if it was just his hallucination.

"Smack-"

Nine tortoiseshells landed on the table at the same time, and the sound of hitting the table was all in one place.

Mo Xiaoxie and the fortune teller leaned forward and went to look at the tortoise shell on the table, Mo Xiaoye checked every line on the tortoise shell, but in the end he didn't see anything famous, so he had to sit up straight and wait for the fortune teller's answer.

As time passed, Mo Xiaoye felt that every second of delay, his heart was beating more violently than the previous moment, and he sat in his seat and clenched his fists, like a prisoner waiting for trial in the yamen, nervous.

After a long time, the fortune teller slowly raised his head, looked at Mo Xiaoxie and said, "The fire in the Yan family was man-made, not due to an accident. ”

"Hum—"

Mo Xiaoxie was dizzy for a while, he only felt that his mind was blank, and he couldn't even think about the question, although he had already guessed that it would be like this, but it was another thing to listen to others tell him that the long-term guess in his heart was true.

Sure enough, someone plotted to murder the Yan family? But who is the culprit? Mo Xiaoye was at a loss, looking at the fortune teller who gave his answer, as if he had grabbed the last straw, he got up and put his hands on the table, leaned over and asked urgently: "You can calculate that the fire was man-made, then you must know who did it, tell me, as long as you are willing to tell me, you can make me pay whatever the price." ”

"Even if you ask me, I don't know. The fortune teller spread his hands helplessly, saw Mo Xiaoxie's disappointed expression, and then said a piece of news that made Mo Xiaoxie very excited.

"I only know that that person is not an ordinary person, he is a monk in the cultivation world, and it is certain that he is a demon cultivator. ”

Demon cultivators? The Yan family has always been very observant, how could they provoke people in the cultivation world, there are so many demon cultivators in the world, how can they find an enemy to avenge the Yan family.

I don't know how I left the fortune-telling stall, and Mo Xiaoxie feels more and more that revenge has become a little slim.

In a trance, Mo Xiaoye felt that someone was shaking his body, and when he stared, it was Zhao Ting who shook him.

Mo Xiaoye smiled reluctantly and asked, "Brother Zhao, why are you here." ”

Zhao Ting looked at Mo Xiaoye anxiously, and said a little angrily after making sure that he was fine: "You still ask me why I am here, I also want to ask where you have been, do you know, we have run most of the town in order to find you, Huixin almost cried, you still have the heart to laugh here." ”

My sister almost cried? Mo Xiaoye looked around, only to find the graceful figure that flashed not far away in the dense crowd, and he was a little stupid.

"Little evil, little evil," Zhao Ting shouted beside him.

Mo Xiaoye turned his head to see Zhao Ting, who was sweating profusely, and said, "Brother Zhao, you are really, I just asked the old gentleman to tell his fortune in front of the fortune-telling booth over there, see that you are in a hurry, quickly wipe your sweat." ”

Looking in the direction of Mo Xiaoxie's finger, Zhao Ting asked suspiciously, "What kind of fortune-telling stall?

Mo Xiaoye thought that Zhao Ting was joking with him, turned his head to take a look, but he was even more surprised than Zhao Ting, and walked quickly to the fortune teller's position, as if he was looking for something, but there was nothing there, where was there a fortune teller?

"Just now...... I was here just now. Mo Xiaoxie pointed to the position where the fortune teller was sitting in his memory and said to Zhao Ting.

"Alright, alright. Zhao Ting thought that Mo Xiaoxie must have been in a bad mental state recently, and he had hallucinations, so he didn't think much about it, so he took his hand and walked to the northeast, saying: "The time to enter the Forest of Ten Thousand Demons is coming soon, your sister and they should all pass, let's go quickly." ”

Mo Xiaoye didn't have as much strength as him, so he had no choice but to let him drag him away. But he didn't know that above the nine heavens, there was a man watching him from above.

The old body, dressed in rags and blue robes, was the old gentleman who told Mo Xiaoxie's fortune before.