"Okay Uncle He."

Just as He Yuanjiang was about to leave, he suddenly saw a fortune telling stall on the roadside not far away.

Jinling itself is an ancient city, and most people here have the habit of looking at fortune telling, so there are also many people watching fortune telling on the streets and alleys.

If it is the spring season when flowers bloom, you can find a street in the old city, and there will be a fortune telling stall every ten steps on the roadside.

In addition, there are many big fairies waiting for customers to come to the house at home.

Such great immortals usually use the so-called gimmick of asking gods to help people read and tell fortunes, and sometimes they also help people drive away evil spirits.

The most important job this kind of immortal does is to exorcise evil spirits for his children.

The elderly believe that children will be frightened when they see unclean things, and then cry non-stop, so they have to look for Daxianer.

Generally speaking, young people who do not believe in this kind of thing, including some old intellectuals, are also disdainful of this kind of thing.

The same was true for He Yuanjiang.

He has been abroad for so many years and has never believed in feudal superstitions. However, today his right eye has been twitching, and his daughter is following the Syrian government forces to participate in military operations. He is really worried, so he suddenly thought about calculating a fortune.

So he said to Ye Chen: "Ye Chen, if you have something to do, just do it first, I'll take a look there."

Seeing that the direction he was pointing to was the fortune telling stall, Ye Chen asked, "Uncle He, you are going to find someone to calculate."

He Yuanjiang nodded and sighed, "Hey, I know why everyone has religious beliefs now. It must be like I am so helpless now. I really don't know what to do, so I can only place my hope on religious beliefs or feudal superstitions, which is mainly to seek psychological comfort."

Ye Chen smiled slightly and said, "Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I will go with you."

He Yuanjiang didn't think much about it, nodded, and came to the fortune telling stall with Ye Chen.

At this time, the old man sitting in front of the fortune telling stall was a dark-skinned, gray-haired, and somewhat thin.

The old man looked about 70 or 80 years old, sitting alone in front of the stall, slowly strapping his beard on his chin, with a fairy-like aura.

He Yuanjiang came to him and before he could speak, the old man asked him: "Whether this gentleman wants to ask about good or bad luck."

He Yuanjiang nodded and said, "I want to ask my daughter for her to see if she is safe.

The old man nodded, pushed a bamboo tube full of bamboo sticks and said, "Come on, think of your daughter in your heart, and then shake a sign out.

He Yuanjiang hurriedly did what he said, thinking about his daughter, and at the same time shaking the bamboo tube. Dozens of bamboo sticks in the bucket continued to poke out as he swayed until one of them fell out of the bucket first.

He Yuanjiang opened his eyes, quickly picked up the bamboo stick, looked down at the words on it, and said, "I heard that it is Shangyuan tonight, and the silver lights are shining in the sky for no reason. There is a gust of wind and rain. What does it mean when the lights of thousands of families are turned off and the pipes are broken."

The old man smiled slightly and said in a mysterious way: "This is the 32nd sign of the Che Gong Ling Sign. If you need to agree to the sign, please rejoice for 500 yuan, which is also considered a blessing.

When Ye Chen heard this, he thought that the old man was a liar.

It is a Taoist philosophy to ask for fortune-telling. As for randomness or blessings, this is a Buddhist saying.

It is impossible for a Taoist student to say the words of rejoicing and blessings. This feeling is like a monk saying that he can donate money. He goes to heaven to see God, and the logic itself is a problem.

However, He Yuanjiang didn't know about this.

He heard the other party say it costs 500 yuan, and without any hesitation, he took out his cell phone and asked, "Can you scan the code to pay?

The old man took out a payment code that had been printed long ago and smiled and said, "Come on, scan this, WeChat and Alipay."

He Yuanjiang hurriedly wanted to scan the code to pay. Ye Chen wanted to stop him, but then he thought that he was like an ant on a hot pan, and he would definitely not be able to stop him, so he didn't say much, just watched the changes.

Soon, He Yuanjiang completed the payment, and a prompt sound of "Five hundred yuan from WeChat" came from the old man's pocket. He smiled with satisfaction and said, "The signature text of your signature is, Wen Dao tonight is Shangyuan, the silver lights are shining for a long time, and the storm of thousands of families are turned off. The meaning is very simple. It is probably tonight that it was Shangyuan Festival, and it was supposed to be the silver lights of the trees, which were lively, but suddenly there was a storm and storm. The lights of thousands of families are blown out, and the festival that originally played the sing and singing was gone."

Speaking of this, he sighed and said, "This is really the most unlucky sign. If you draw this sign, no matter what you want to ask, you can summarize it in four words."

In desperation, He Yuanjiang asked: "What four words are they?
Chapter completed!