Xiang Que wanted to say back to him, "I promise you my eggs," but he was really afraid that after he said this, he would become one of the 720,000 people under the mountain.
So Xiang Que honestly shut his mouth, looked at Wang Xianming with a faint smile and said: "Are you planning to buy and sell by force? I can't give you the Dragon Ball, and maybe you don't have it at all.
The real purpose of wanting this thing is to get you to promise me something, right? Haha, old sir, are you trying to trick me? If I don't listen, you can't stop me and just turn around and leave, right?"
"Hey, young man, I've stopped taking medicine for several days. Don't scare me. I'm prone to age-related diseases if I'm older. Are you going to be upset if I fall headlong in front of you?" Wang
Xian Ming leaned on the rocking chair, smiling with an unfathomable expression on his face.
The corner of Xiang Que's mouth twitched, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "Old man, is this really okay?"
Wang Xianming clutched his chest ruthlessly and gasped, "No, I can't, I'm going to vomit blood."
Xiang Que, who had a black line on his forehead, gritted his teeth and said, "You tell me, I'll listen to it."
"Come here with your ears..."
Xiang Que is really convinced. The descendants of Guiguzi should look like masters no matter what. Why does this old man like to blackmail people so much like a scoundrel? I threatened him with vomiting blood, so I went there. Can you think of it?
A more rogue way?
An hour later, Xiang Que left Qin Village with a complicated look on his face. He turned around and glanced at the top of the mountain where 720,000 dead souls were buried, as if the old man on crutches was watching him leave with narrowed eyes.
"Hey...it's always because my heart is too soft, my heart is too soft, it's always because I cry alone until dawn..." Xiang Que walked out of the First Emperor, holding a cigarette in his mouth and humming an old tune from the 1990s.
Mausoleum.
Underworld, Naihe Bridge.
Meng Po, who was holding a bowl of Meng Po soup, looked at Xiang Que who entered the underworld, and the soup bowl in her hand shook slightly.
"The past life is over. The good and evil in this life are only what the heart thinks about. The past life is over." Po Meng muttered the same sentence, with tears in her eyes, which seemed unforgettable.
Xiang Que handed the box containing Fan Xiliang's bones back to Po Meng and said, "Fortunately, I have fulfilled my promise to you. I have finally accomplished what I promised you."
Po Meng took the bones handed to him by Xiang Que with a complicated expression, stretched out her hand to rub the box on it, and said: "The past life is over, good and evil in this life are only what my heart thinks about. This is the last thought in my heart. Wait.
I buried the bones of this official. The bowl of soup in my hand is the real Meng Po soup, otherwise it would not be worthy of its name."
After Fan Xiliang's death, Meng Jiangnu cried down the Great Wall. She saw countless corpses under the Great Wall and her husband's bones could no longer be found. In order to forget these painful memories, she made Meng Po soup, which can make people forget their memories. Later,
God thought of her and her longing for her husband moved the heavens and the earth, so she was spared the pain of reincarnation and asked her to cook Meng Po soup by the Naihe Bridge, so that the ghosts participating in reincarnation could forget everything about their previous lives.
Meng Po Tang made the souls forget their past lives, but she was never able to look at her husband Fan Xiliang, and was always thinking about the bones buried under the imperial mausoleum.
Xiang Que glanced at Po Meng, who was holding the corpse with blank eyes, and turned away. When he left the underworld, under the blue sky and white sun, he suddenly felt an auspicious cloud floating in the sky, and a trace of cause and effect fell on his head from the sky.
.
Tianshan, Jingci Temple.
The little face of Wanwan who was held by the Taoist nun suddenly burst into laughter "Giggle, giggle", her little hands and feet fluttered, her eyes were bent into crescents, and a soft brilliance appeared on her body, which disappeared in a flash.
.
The old Taoist nun frowned slightly, then returned to her natural state, and said softly: "Poor parents in the world, your child was born with a miserable life, a broken life, and a rough life, but luckily you have a father who works hard for you...
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Xiang Que closed his eyes and felt the cause and effect. After a long time, he exhaled softly and said: "Good people live a lifetime of good deeds, and bad people live a lifetime of bad deeds. This person should not go astray and should be dedicated to good. There is reincarnation in the way of heaven.
"
In the city of Xi'an, Xiang Que took a casual walk with his hands behind his back, enjoying the rare moment of peace after coming out of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, and feeling the humanistic atmosphere of the ancient capital of thirteen dynasties.
More than a year ago, not long after Xiang Que came down from the mountain, he followed the advice of the old Taoist and took a trip to Xi'an. This ancient capital of thirteen dynasties can be regarded as a great blessing for him. He had the luck of heaven outside the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, and the Great Ci'en Temple.
Under the whistling tree, the first picture of the Ten Palaces of Yama was opened to Xiangqie. He also enjoyed a rare leisurely and comfortable time in Xi'an. During those days, he became a little magician who traveled through alleys, doing divination for people.
Tell people's fortunes and see their future and luck.
People are cheap. There may be tens of millions of people thinking that Xiang Que is as capable as he is, traveling across the rivers and lakes, subduing thousands of demons and monsters with a snap of his finger, and dominating the world of Feng Shui and Yin and Yang. But to be honest, Xiang Que is very annoyed by this kind of life.
, really annoying.
If it weren't for his numerology problems, Xiang Que really wanted to make all his magic useless. He just wanted to hug Queen Chen and be proud of the world, enjoy a family relationship with his parents, and be the most ordinary among thousands of living beings.
a member of.
But then again, if Xiang Que were not Xiang Que now, where would he get to know Chen Xia and Su Ho?
Everything in the world really has a cause and effect!
When Xiang Que was walking in the city of Xi'an, Hai Dongqing, who was hovering in the sky, suddenly plunged into the distance, fluttered his wings and flew down a street. When his two-meter-long wings suddenly appeared above the street, he was really surprised.
Many people were shocked.
This street is called Xiaodongmen, and it is the most famous antique street in Xi'an. In addition to antique shops, both sides of the street are full of fortune-telling stalls. Whether it is true or false will naturally depend on those who seek the chance to judge.
However, in the past year or so, there has been a veritable old god in Xiaodongmen Antique Street. His reputation as a fortune teller is very famous, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going in front of the stall every day.
A gilded sign hung in front of the old fairy's stall was very conspicuous: "Modern commoner magic, iron mouth cuts straight." Behind the stall sat an old man with a fairy-like face. The three strands of white beard on his chin were very flavorful and long.
With her hair tied up behind her head, she looked in high spirits.
Hai Dongqing just dived in front of this stall, his big wings stirred up a gust of wind and the old god's sign was crumbling, and then he carried it down with a "snap".
The fairy-like old man jumped up and pointed at Hai Dongqing, angrily scolding: "You flat-haired beast, how dare you smash my forehead sign? I am the fortune teller of the Lai family. I can kill you with just one finger from afar."
The miscellaneous hairs have all withered away...Forget it, forget it, I hope that God has the virtue of a good life, I am not as knowledgeable as you, you flat-haired beast, get away quickly, before I regret it, or else I will pull it out.
All your bird feathers will fall off”
As expected, Hai Dongqing flew high into the sky at this moment, and instantly turned into a black dot.
A few streets away, Xiang Que, who was walking in the ancient city with his hands behind his back, looked in the direction of the small east gate. After thinking for a while, he shook his head and sighed, and walked over.
The old fairy held up his signboard, then curled up with his shoulders and closed his eyes to take a nap. At this time, the antique street had not yet opened, and it would be after dusk before it was time to pick up customers.
"Dong, dong, dong." Xiang Que stretched out his finger and knocked on the table and said, "Old sir, let's do your fortune telling."
The old immortal closed his eyes, waved his hands impatiently and said, "It doesn't count, the time has not come yet."
"I'm so anxious. Can you tell me your fortune? They say that the little east gate of Xi'an City depends on the old god's stall for accurate fortune telling. I came here specially from other places. Can you tell me your fortune?"
Old Man Lai drooped his eyelids, snorted, and said: "You know my divine fortune-telling ability, how come you don't know my own rules? I just made fortune-telling at sunset. You're here early. Just wait here."
"With this, can you ask Uncle Sun to set early?" Xiang Que took out a few banknotes and flashed them twice.
"Uh-huh." Old Lai raised his head, followed the hand holding the banknote, and blinked his eyelids "click, click, click", his lips trembled twice and then said: "Xiang, Xiaoxiang?"
Xiang Que took out a cigarette and handed him one, then lit it and said, "Old god, you are doing well. You have a bad temper even when doing fortune-telling. Isn't this your style?"
"Then don't I have to thank you for this?" Old Man Lai rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "In 1979, an old man drew a circle in Shenzhen. Since then, the special zone has taken off. Last year, when you came to Xiaodongmen,
This draws a circle, I am old Lai, don’t say anything to Xiao Xiang, can we find a place to have a drink?"
Xiang Que nodded with a smile and said, "Okay, just drink something."
"Let's go to my house..."
Last year, Xiang Que did fortune-telling at Xiaodongmen to make some money for food. The stall was next to Laishengun. Later, after Xiang Que left, he left a good spot for the old man and drew a God of Wealth symbol for him. From then on,
Old man Lai has indeed become prosperous.
In the evening, at Old Man Lai's house, the two of them prepared some peanuts, hand-caught mutton, and some cooked food, carried two bottles of wine, and started drinking together.
"Bah!" Lai Lai raised his head and drank a large glass with a headache, while Xiang Que drank it all in one go.
After a few glasses of wine, Old Lai's face flushed, as if he was getting drunk: "Last night, I had a dream. I dreamed that my wife, who passed away long ago, cooked a meal for me and warmed a pot of wine.
I was sitting on the chair, looking at the food and my wife, and I was thinking, should I drink this wine, or should I eat this dish? Then my wife was urging me next to me, saying to eat quickly, the food should be ready in a while.
"It's cold"
Old Man Lai picked up the wine glass again and drank it. He wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth and said, "Hey, guess what? I'm afraid of my wife. Do I dare not to eat when my wife asks me to eat? Then I started using my chopsticks."
, my wife was picking up food and pouring wine for me, and I was busy for a long time."
Speaking of this, Old Man Lai paused, then turned to look at Xiang Que and asked calmly: "Xiao Xiang, do you think my life will not last long? I heard that when I dream, there are relatives who have died.
You can’t eat it when you feed it, and you can’t drink it when you pour wine... Is that a yin meal?"
Xiang Que looked at him and said with a smile: "Well, you won't survive tonight."
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