"They all seem to be from the Xuanmen lineage, because one time when they checked out, I cleaned out a piece of yellow talisman paper from their room." The hotel owner replied, "I also wanted to learn from Xuanmen back then.
But because he was not very talented, the school did not want to take him in, so he had to open a hotel. However, I am very lucky. This hotel has been operating for so many years, and it has also brought me a lot of wealth."
Zhang Fan glanced at the hotel owner.
"No one in our town knows what Wang Xiaoshan does, but in my opinion, Wang Xiaoshan is probably a member of the Xuanmen, and his huge wealth is probably obtained through his Xuanmen.
"The hotel owner continued.
"Li Debiao is so respectful to you, and you asked me about Wang Xiaoshan again. I guess you are also a member of Xuanmen. I am afraid that you came here this time not to investigate the current situation in the countryside, but to investigate Wang Xiaoshan, right?"
"The hotel owner looked at Zhang Fan and asked tentatively.
Hearing the hotel owner's words, Zhang Fan's eyes flashed with surprise. It must be said that the hotel owner's ability to observe people's emotions and intelligence are very online.
Then, Zhang Fan smiled lightly and said: "You are right, I am a member of Xuanmen, and I came here to investigate our Xiaoshan."
Zhang Fan admitted it bluntly. Since the other party had already seen it, there was no need for him to hide it anymore. In his opinion, his honesty was likely to win the other party's honesty.
The hotel owner was also a little surprised by Zhang Fan's calm answer without any concealment. If Zhang Fan did not clearly admit his purpose, the hotel owner had no way to support his guess. This to some extent proved Zhang Fan's self-confidence.
, Zhang Fan’s frankness is also very appreciated by the hotel owner.
"Then you can continue to tell me about Xiaoshan's situation." Zhang Fan said.
"You are so honest with me, and I am also honest with you. Once, I arranged Wang Xiaoshan's two friends in a room next to the linen room. This linen room was actually separated from the guest room.
In a small room, the material that separates two rooms is just a thin wooden board. People in the linen room can clearly hear the sounds in the next room.
I had a fever that day. There was actually a guest room at the front desk, but it was too noisy with people coming and going. I asked my wife to watch the store while I went to the linen room to rest.
I remember that I had lunch at noon and went to rest around 12:30. I slept until 4 pm. When I first entered the linen room, there was no one in the next room. When I woke up,
But I heard three people talking next door, these three people are Wang Xiaoshan and his two friends." The hotel owner said.
"How are you so sure it's the three of them?" Zhang Fan asked.
"That layer of wood is very thin. Because of what happened with the yellow talisman, every time he comes to my hotel, I pay special attention to them and know their timbre well, so I can tell them apart at a glance," the hotel owner replied.
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Zhang Fan nodded slightly and then asked: "What did the three of them talk about?"
"They were talking about what happened in the Chenjiazhuang Cemetery. I heard Wang Xiaoshan keep emphasizing one thing, that is, we must find a way to repair the formation. Qian
You must not let that evil spirit come out, otherwise, the entire Chenzhuangzi Village will be destroyed," the hotel owner said.
Hearing what the hotel owner said, Zhang Fan frowned slightly and asked, "Did they tell you what the formation was?"
"No," the hotel owner replied, "and those two people kept talking about the difficulty of repairing the formation. The three argued for a while, and finally listened to Wang Xiaoshan's words. After the three made their decision, they left the room at the same time.
Only then did I dare to walk out of the linen room."
"Did you eavesdrop on their conversation after that?" Zhang Fan asked.
"How dare I do this?" A trace of fear appeared on the hotel owner's face, "On that one occasion I was afraid that people would find me. I am just an ordinary person. How could I dare to offend someone who dares to fight evil spirits?"
"When did you hear their conversation?" Zhang Fan asked.
"It's been about two years," the hotel owner replied.
"Have those two people been here again since that time?" Zhang Fan asked.
"I've been here before. The last time I came was a month ago." The hotel owner said.
Zhang Fan glanced at the hotel owner, nodded slightly, and then continued to ask: "Do you know anything else about Wang Xiaoshan?"
"I don't know about other situations." The hotel owner shook his head.
"By the way, Mr. Zhang, which lineage of Taoism are you from?" the hotel owner asked.
"Divination of one's bloodline." Zhang Fan replied.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the hotel owner's face showed a hint of joy. At this time, the hotel owner also understood why Zhang Debiao was so respectful to Zhang Fan. A powerful fortune-telling master can save people from making many detours, and can also help people avoid mistakes.
Accumulate wealth quickly, and even save people's lives.
Then, the hotel owner looked at Zhang Fan and said, "I've always wanted to find someone with the same divination skills to help me look at my face. Can you help me look at it?"
"What do you want to see?" Zhang Fan asked back. The hotel owner told him everything he knew about Wang Xiaoshan. It was only right for him to help the hotel owner look at his face and return the favor.
"My fortune and my son's future." The hotel owner said.
"Your wealth will only be like this for the rest of your life. There is no chance of you getting rich." Zhang Fan looked at the hotel owner's face and said.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, a trace of regret appeared on the hotel owner's face at first, but this regret quickly disappeared, "I'm old too. If I can't make a fortune, I won't be able to make a fortune. As long as I can ensure the current
Wealth is enough, but what about my son's future?"
"Your son has a bright future, and entering politics is the best choice for him." Zhang Fan said.
"Politics?" The hotel owner raised his eyebrows slightly, "When my son aspires to be a rich man."
"His financial fortune is average." Zhang Fan replied.
"I understand." The hotel owner nodded thoughtfully.
"Is there anything else you want to ask?" Zhang Fan asked.
"No, thank you Mr. Zhang." The hotel owner thanked him.
"No thanks, where is the cemetery in Chenzhuang Village?" Zhang Fan asked.
"At the north end of the village." The hotel owner replied.
Zhang Fan nodded, then stood up and said, "You should be busy, I'll go out first."
"You are going
Is there a cemetery in Chenzhuangzi Village?" the hotel owner asked.
"Yes." Zhang Fan replied.
"Don't go there this late at night. It's quite dangerous. You can go there again during the day tomorrow," the hotel owner advised.
"You're not an expert, so you don't know. You won't see anything if you go during the day." Zhang Fan replied, "Go to bed early."
After saying that, Zhang Fan left the hotel and went straight to the cemetery in Chenzhuangzi Village.