You can tell from others' work that as long as we can tell the numbers and the rules, there should be no problem.

Daya and I looked at each other, and although they didn't say anything, they had formed a tacit understanding over the years. I picked up the teacup and smiled at Master Dong San and Yu Mazi: "Master Dong San and Brother Yu, first of all, I have to thank you for your trouble and trouble for this matter. This bead is not ours, but one of our friends. We can't do this between us. This matter must be decided by my friend's family, and we have to go back and ask again. I'm really embarrassed, so I used tea instead of wine and toast them with one cup."

Mr. Dong seemed to know that it would be the result. He smiled generously and told me and Daya that he couldn't see the patterns and words on the pictures. If we were interested in this, he knew that a person might have some research on this, which might help us. When he said this, he smiled at himself, saying that if our friends wanted to take action in the future, remember to find him at any time. After that, he took out the titles of the two films and gently pushed them in front of us.

One of them is Dong Sanye’s business card, and the other is a business card called Liu Ye. He was actually a teacher from the Chinese Department of Beijing University for Nationalities. Judging from the name, it seems to be a woman, and probably a professor.

After I carefully collected my business card, I nodded and thanked Mr. Dong San.

Yu Mazi renewed the cup for everyone and chatted for a few more words.

Seeing that it was meaningless to sit down again, I found an excuse casually and lied that there was something wrong. I politely made a noise and took Daya out of the teahouse.

After Daya came out, he looked at the four outsiders and curled his lips and hummed: "Where did Master Dong San come from? I'm still the third master? Judging from his virtue, he is so arrogant as if he is 20,000 or 50,000 yuan. What a calf! He is really a tiger and doesn't have a cat. He thinks I'm critically ill!"

I glanced at Big Teeth and gave him a blank look: "You save money, what kind of people are you? Which path are you from? **White path, there is no shortage of your dog's pee moss on any path!"

When Daya heard that I was hurting him, she was not anxious and stammered her neck: "Come on Liang, don't underestimate your Master Cheng, which path I am from? It's not a blow! If I ask you to go to heaven, you go to heaven, and if you ask you to hell, you go to hell. Even if you have enough life, Master Cheng can still pull you out of the King of Hell."

When I heard this, I nodded repeatedly: "That's it, that's it, who are you? An angel in white, who saves life and helps the wounded, and is angry with Hua Tuo to death!"

When Daya heard this, he was amused and smiled: "This is a bit too much, a bit too much. At most it is 'Hua Tuo', and his wonderful hands are rejuvenated, not worth mentioning or not worth mentioning." After saying that, he hummed a small song happily.

I looked at his virtue and said in a long tone: "Oh, what I said is that Hua Tuo was so angry that he was like you, and if Hua Tuo knew that there were still people like you in the doctor's profession, I wish I could have been strangled to death for more than a thousand years later, and I would be so angry that I could be so angry that I was alive by you."

Big teeth: "…"

After tying for a while, I became much more happy.

The result of this meeting was something that Daya and I didn't expect. It was surprising. It was just to see what bead it was, but I made another thing that looked like a treasure map. It seemed that Xiaobao's affairs did not seem to be simple.

The streets in Beijing are very wide, with more cars on the road than pedestrians, and they keep shuttled.

As Daya walked, he asked me: "Let's Liang, look at the appearance of Master Dong Sanwu and Xuanxuan, I don't know whether it is true or false. What do you think we should do about this? Will you continue to check it down?"

I was also in a state of mind at this moment and couldn't figure it out. I didn't know if it was necessary to check whether this matter was worth it or not. I looked up at the sky, looked at the traffic on the road, and curled my mouth to Daya. I had to tell the truth. I didn't know whether all this was a coincidence or a certainty. However, I don't think this matter was like we were guessing. I saw that picture just now, but I felt it was a bit famous.

I only recognize the word "Ten" above, and the other one should be the same. Anyway, I don't know it, so it is definitely not the Chinese character we use, but it is a bit like the words of ethnic minorities. Such beads, people are willing to put such effort into engraving these things on them, will never be a whim.

Daya nodded after hearing what I said: "This hero has the same view, and I think so too. After a long time of hard work, he carved and painted the bead. If it was just a whim, it must be the donkey kicked the head, and there was no reason to pay for this bird's business. Otherwise, come on, Liang, you make the decision. If you want to continue to check, I will go back and explain and ask my old man to see the shop for me. It should be no problem."

Without asking for permission, I thought about this repeatedly and went up the overpass across the street.

I walked along the slightly steep steps to the overpass, and watched the vehicles coming and going under my feet keep flowing, and I seemed to feel much more comfortable.

The overpass was crowded with street stall vendors, most of whom sold some mobile phone bags, belts, diaries and other daily necessities. Some set up fortune tellers or sell some snacks, which was very lively.

Daya and I stood in the middle of the overpass, holding the railings, watching the endless traffic under our feet, each thinking about our worries. Just as we were stunned, we suddenly heard someone talking behind us: "Young man, let's do a fortune?"

I looked back and saw an old man talking, sitting on a stool, setting up a hexagram stall in front of him, with a Tai Chi Bagua diagram painted on it. Two rows of words were written like couplets: understand the mystery and observe all the world; understand the yin and yang; predict the good and bad luck of life. The old man's hair and hair are all white, and a strand of white beard under his chin is quite like a fairy-like appearance.

I have seen many people like this type of people, but I have never been interested in this kind of fortune telling business on the street. After looking at the old man, I smiled politely, and didn't say anything. I turned my head away, still looking far away, thinking about my thoughts.

"I'm afraid that the young man will encounter something, and there will be a hurdle that cannot be overcome?"

I smiled bitterly in my heart. Nothing happened. It was a cold weather. The two fools stood on the overpass and were stunned. Everyone knew that they would definitely not come here to make a fuss. This little trick is useless to me, so I am too lazy to answer him.

"It's up to my friend, life is at stake."

When I first heard this, I was shocked. Logically, most people cannot say this easily. They say that they are in a bad mood, so they go to the Tianqiao to find a divination stand. All your worries will disappear, but this fortune teller dares to assert like this. Could it be that it is really a bit good or is it just a coincidence that you are right?

The masters of Jindianxing can't say that there are no fortune tellers on the overpass, but very few of them are mostly fortune tellers who read and act like words and defraud money. I have known some tricks such as "If you keep your eyes fixed, you will have them, if you turn your eyes, you will have nothing." But it is probably not that simple to directly assert that I am for my friend's business or a bloody matter.

"There are a pile of deserted tombs, and I'm determined to run to the underworld. If you want to understand the truth, the Beidou gathers all over the world." The old man behind him slowly read a few more words.

After hearing this sentence, I was stunned and completely stunned. Daya looked at me and was stunned. The old man's words were very easy to understand. He was talking about a lonely grave, but he was killed in the underworld and died unexpectedly. It seemed that if he wanted to clarify the truth, he would gather the Big Dipper.

Daya glanced at me and said, "Let's go, this old man seems to be saying something, it doesn't look like Hu Caiba. I'm really capable if I can't take it, why don't we ask?"

I looked at Daya and nodded: "This old man seems to be a bit good. I have heard of Ma Yi's God-like appearance. You can see through the fate of a person by looking at what a person looks like. However, this old man's ability is much more wise than Ma Yi's God-like appearance. He is simply a living god. Let's go and take a look."

As he said that, Daya and I turned around and prepared to chat with the old man. But as soon as we turned around, we were dumbfounded.

In a blink of an eye, in less than two minutes, the old man disappeared, and even the divination stall was gone.

Daya and I were stunned and stunned, our minds were blank.

After a long time, I woke up after a dream. I quickly asked other vendors on the left and right. Where did the old man who set up a divination stall just now go?

After this question, we almost went crazy. Everyone said that there were no old men who set up divination stalls here. They practiced stalls here every day. The places were all divided and each occupied their own positions. There were no old men who were telling fortunes. The look they looked at us was like looking at two mentally ill.

I quickly pulled my teeth and slipped down the overpass under the gaze of everyone. I really couldn't figure out what was going on.

It was an illusion, but it was too real. We both saw it and even the old man could see clearly and listen to what he said. How could the hallucination be so real? Could it be that he had encountered a ghost? But in this daytime, under the scorching sun, where the crowd gathered, the yang energy was strong, how could there be ghosts?

Daya and I kept shaking our heads. We really didn't know how to explain this matter. We couldn't figure out why the old man said it was gone. However, we both firmly thought in our hearts, that is, this matter is definitely not simple, we must investigate and find out the truth.

Daya took a bus back to Changchun that day and was about to go back and explain what happened in the store.

After I got home alone, I sorted out these things from beginning to end, and gradually realized that this must be a game, a game that has been set up for many years! But who is it, and why did we come to us because of what? Now it seems that I can only hope that the old fortune teller like a ghost did not fool us, and the solution might be "Beidou Gathering Full".

Does the old man mean something else? Logically speaking, the Big Dipper should be the Big Dipper, but the Big Dipper is hung in the sky every day, and I have never seen one of them. How can I gather it? You can't pick it one by one, right? This is really difficult to understand, but when you have no clue, you can only treat it as a clue.

I closed the notebook and began to scan the pattern carved on the "Titrina Soul Bead" into the computer, constantly enlarging and shrinking, and carefully checking, but I couldn't see what it was. The text with many strokes did not make any substantial progress. There were many people watching the fun after posting it online, but no one knew it.

The only thing you can understand in this picture is the character "Ten" engraved with horizontal and vertical lines, but this character does not have much to do with me. It may be the character "Ten", or it may be a symbol or some indication, or it may not be accurate.
Chapter completed!