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Chapter 258 Fortune Telling

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    When Xiang Que left, he put all his family assets in the merit box of Daci'en Temple. After receiving a favor from the sala tree in the backyard, he would pay back the cause and effect, and took out all the money and nothing left  For Xiang Que, this was already the ultimate, and there was no other way.

    Out of the temple with empty pockets, Xiang Que lamented to himself, the five evils and the three lack of money did not save his life, he played the rhythm of the dead properly, more than two thousand yuan was scattered on the body before it was warmed up, and the way back  It's slim again, after all, the belly is a big problem.

    Relying on two legs from the morning to the afternoon, he returned to the urban area. He dragged his two thighs that seemed to be filled with lead. After inquiring about it, he arrived at Xiaodongmen in Xi'an.

    Xiaodongmen Street is an antique market in Xi'an. More than half of the entire street are shops selling antiques, and a small part are shops for fortune-telling and feng shui.

    Xiang Que must be a layman for antiques. There is no such skill in Gujing Temple, but fortune-telling and Fengshui are his housekeeping skills.

    Xiang Que doesn't plan to find a store to make a living like before, it's too troublesome and time-consuming, it's better to use the treasured knife and take out housekeeping skills to seek some money, and you don't need to earn more, just enough for a few days of food  .

    Outsiders will call this street an antique street or an antique market, but insiders will collectively call it a ghost market. After all, the antiques sold are all dug out from the tombs of the dead, and the objects are also dead people¡¯s things, so it is called  ghost city.

    There are mostly antique shops in the ghost market, but there are also fortune-telling stalls and Fengshui shops mixed in, after all, these things can be classified into the same industry.

    The ghost market is the busiest at two times of the day, one in the early morning and the other in the evening, because these two times are relatively cloudy, which is a little bit in line with the characteristics of the antique street.

    When Xiang Que came, it was after dusk, and the number of people on the street gradually increased, but most of them were middle-aged people, because people in this age group believed in these things more, and they also had the ability to buy antiques.  As for the young people, there are relatively few people. Basically, the young men and women who come here are mostly asking for marriage or money.

    Xiang Que was not in a hurry to make a move, he wandered around casually looking at the street, feeling the atmosphere here, after shopping for a while, he found that most of the antique shops were relatively quiet, and not many people went in, after all, this business belonged to three years  Don't open an industry that has been open for three years.

    However, there are quite a few people in the feng shui and fortune-telling stalls, and some of them are especially crowded. He passed by a feng shui shop just now, and there were two welcoming guests in cheongsam with their thighs exposed outside the door.  Everyone grinned and said welcome when they entered, and then someone in the store immediately came up to serve tea and water very enthusiastically.

    This kind of store took a few glances at Xiang Que, but it is still a bit genuine. The design and structure of the store are obviously thoughtful, and it is very in line with Feng Shui theory. The people who sit in the store must have some strength, but the business is not good.  The shop is purely a grass-roots team to fool people, and if you catch one, you will earn money.

    After wandering around for a while, Xiang Que walked to an area where fortune-telling stalls were more concentrated, and sat down next to a booth.

    "Hey, young man who tells the fortune, sit ahead and sit next to me, what's the matter?" An old man sat behind the booth next to him, his long hair was tied up, he was in his fifties, and he was in his fifties, with three long beards floating on his chin.  It's a bit of a fairy tale.

    Xiang Que waved his hand at him and said, "I'm not looking for your fortune-telling."

    The old man pointed to the signboard hanging on his stall, which said "Modern civilians are smart, and the iron mouth is straight to break".

    The old man said: "I never say that if you don't want money, I will calculate it for you first. After you finish the calculation, you will definitely pay me on your own initiative. I can't stop you. If you give less, you still have to pay."  And I don't want to, if I say no money, you have to beat me up."

    Xiang Que opened his mouth, and asked in surprise: "Why so fierce?"

    The old man proudly said: "My surname is Lai. I am from the eighty-third generation descendant of the commoner god. My family has a long history of education and fortune-telling.  He is a half-immortal talent, even the heavens would be jealous."

    Xiang Que let out a cry, ignored him, sat down cross-legged and picked up a picked branch in his hand.

    Old man Lai was a little anxious, and asked: "Young man, after listening to my words, you are still indifferent?"

    Xiang Que gave him a sideways look, and said, "Otherwise, are you really going to count it for me?"

    Old man Lai said: "Listen to me and speak slowly. If my two words don't make your eyes pop out, you will smash my bronzing signboard, and then I will quit the fortune-telling world from now on."

    "Master, it's a bit big for you to play like this?Then I definitely can't stop you." Xiang Que Le nodded and said, "You can do it."

    The old man stroked the three-foot-long beard on his chin, glanced at him for a few moments and then pointed to Que and said: "You are from a foreign country, you just entered Xi'an City, and your life is difficult and you have no one to rely on."

    Anyone who is a fortune teller, regardless of whether he has real skills or not, has good eyesight.

    In fact, the vast majority of fortune tellers are nonsense. They can tell you clearly with just a glance, such as the soles of the shoes on the missing feet, messy hair, sunken eye sockets, and sloppy clothes.  , It must be that I didn¡¯t rest well after a long journey, and I don¡¯t have much money on me. I obviously come from other places and I have no relatives and friends in Xi¡¯an.

    After the fortune teller made it clear, someone else would definitely feel that his sentence directly spoke to the truth.

    He bowed his head to the shortcoming and did not say a word. The old man Lai continued: "That's right? I'm looking at your face"

    Xiang Que suddenly waved his hand to stop him and asked, "Will you show me a picture?"

    Old man Lai frowned, and said: "If you don't draw lots, don't say your horoscope and don't reach out, then I'll show you a picture."

    Xiang Que smacked his lips, and said helplessly: "Continue to fix it."

    Old man Lai stroked his long beard again and said slowly: "Don't look at your downfall at this time, how difficult your life is, and the rough and rough life you have experienced in the first half of your life, but I see that your heaven is full, your house is round, your bones are clear and strange, and you are really gold."  Bao Yu's life is just that you haven't met someone who can show you the way, come, come, come, wait for this half-immortal to plan your future for you."

    Xiang Que looked at Old Man Lai quietly, and said, "Thisyou calculated it for me?"

    "Straightforward, a single word is worth a fortune, your future depends on my next three minutes of words." Old man Lai straightened his chest, serious.

    "My face, you can't see it, take a rest, sir," Xiang Que replied to him lightly.

    ?No one can calculate Xiang Que's fate, no one can read his astrology, no one can calculate his horoscope, and when numerology is deceived, who can see through it?

    ? If someone really wanted to give Xiang Que a guess, there would be two results, either he couldn't see through it at all, or he would vomit blood after reading it, and then his soul was damaged directly, and the injured could not be saved.

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