When Xiang Que left, he put all his belongings in the merit box of Da Ci'en Temple. After receiving a favor from the Salha tree in the backyard, he had to pay back the karma, and he took out all the money and left nothing behind.
For Xiang Que, this is the ultimate, and there is no other way.
I walked out of the temple with empty pockets. Xiang Que lamented that he had five shortcomings and three shortcomings without saving his own life. He was playing at the rhythm of the dead. He scattered more than two thousand yuan without covering his body. There was no way out.
It's fucking slim again, after all, belly is a big problem.
Walking from morning to afternoon on two legs, he finally returned to the city. Dragging his legs as if they were filled with lead, he inquired about it and finally arrived at the Xiaodongmen of Xi'an.
Xiaodongmen Street is Xi'an's antique market. Most of the streets are shops selling antiques, and a small part are fortune-telling and feng shui shops.
Xiangque is definitely a layman when it comes to antiques. There is no such skill in Gujing Temple, but fortune telling and feng shui are his special skills.
Xiang Que doesn't plan to find a store to make a living like he did before. It's too troublesome and time-consuming. It's better to use his sword and use his housekeeping skills to make some money. There's no need to earn more, just enough for a few days' food.
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Outsiders will call this street an antique street or an antique market, but insiders will 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 the belongings of the dead, so it is called
Ghost market.
There are mostly antique shops in the ghost market, but there are also fortune-telling stalls and Feng Shui shops. After all, these things can be classified into the same industry.
The ghost market is busiest at two times of the day, one is in the early morning and the other is after dusk, because the yin energy at these two times is relatively strong, which is slightly in line with the characteristics of the antique street.
It was just after dusk when Xiang Que came, and there were gradually more people on the street, but most of them were middle-aged people, because people of this age group believe in these things more and have the ability to buy antiques.
As for the young people, there are relatively few people. Basically, most of the young men and women who come are looking for marriage or wealth.
Xiang Que was not in a hurry to take action. He wandered around the street casually looking around to feel the atmosphere here. After wandering for a while, he found that most antique shops were relatively deserted and not many people went in. After all, this business only lasts for three years.
If you don't open an industry, it will last for three years.
However, there were many people in front of the Feng Shui and fortune-telling stalls, and some of the shops were particularly crowded. He just passed by a Feng Shui shop, and there were two receptionists wearing cheongsam and exposing their thighs standing outside.
Everyone who entered the store grinned and said welcome, and then someone immediately came up to the store and served tea and water with great enthusiasm.
Xiang Que took a few glances at this kind of store, and it seems to be somewhat genuine. The design and structure of the store are obviously thoughtful and in line with the Feng Shui theory. The people who sit in the store must have some strength. On the other hand, the business is not good.
The shop is just a trick of the Caotai team, and if you catch one, you will make a profit.
After walking around for a while, Xiang Que walked to an area where fortune-telling stalls were concentrated, and sat down next to a stall.
"Hey, young man, sit forward to tell your fortune. What's going on if you sit next to me?" There was an old man sitting behind the stall next to him. He had long hair tied up and looked energetic in his fifties. There were three long strands of beard floating on his chin. He was looking at
It's quite a bit like a fairy tale.
Xiang Que waved his hand and said, "I'm not here to tell your fortune."
The old man pointed to the sign hanging on his stall, which read "Modern Commoner Magical Calculation, Iron Mouth Straight Cut". The sign was quite stylish, with large gilded characters inlaid on solid wood, and it was obviously expensive to make.
The old man said: "I never say whether the calculation is accurate or not, and I always calculate it for you first. After you finish the calculation, you must take the initiative to pay me. I can't stop you. If you give me less, you still have to pay."
If I don’t want to, I’ll give you a penny and you’ll have to beat me up.”
Xiang Que opened his mouth and asked in surprise: "Why are you so fierce?"
The old man said proudly: "My surname is Lai. I come from the 83rd generation descendant of Buyi Shenxiang. I have a long family background and make a living by telling fortunes. I have spent hundreds of years. Will I play casually with you? I
He is a semi-immortal talent, even the heavens would be jealous of him."
Xiang Que said "oh" and ignored him. He 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 what I said, you are still indifferent?"
Xiang Que glanced at him sideways and said, "Otherwise, are you really planning to do the math for me?"
Old Man Lai said: "Listen to me and tell me slowly. If I don't make your eyes pop out with my two words, you will smash my gold-gilded signboard, and then I, Lai Shensuan, will quit the fortune-telling world."
"Uncle, it's a bit too big for you to play like this... Then I definitely can't stop you." Xiang Que was happy, nodded and said, "You can fix it."
The old man touched the three-foot-long beard on his chin, looked at him for a few times, pointed to the queen, and said: "You are from another place, you have just entered Xi'an, and you are living in embarrassment and no one to rely on."
Regardless of whether you are a fortune teller or a bullshit fortune teller, your eyesight is definitely good, regardless of whether you have real skills or not.
In fact, most fortune tellers are just fooling around. They can tell you clearly at a glance. For example, the shoes on Xiang Que's feet are all open, the hair is messy, the eyes are sunken, and the clothes are sloppy.
, it must be a long journey
I haven't had a good rest and I don't have much money. I'm obviously from out of town and have no relatives or friends in Xi'an. I have no one to rely on. Otherwise, why would I come here if I have such good moral character? See. √ Positive_d version {Chapter) √ Section
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After this fortune teller made the point, someone else would definitely feel that he spoke the truth directly.
Without saying a word, Old Man Lai nodded and said, "That's right, right? I'm looking at your face..."
Xiang Que suddenly waved his hand to stop him and asked, "Are you going to read my fortune?"
Old Man Lai frowned and said, "If you don't draw lots, tell your horoscopes, or stretch out your hand, then I'll show you your face."
Xiang Que clicked his tongue and said helplessly: "Let's continue with the treatment."
Old Man Lai stroked his long beard and said slowly: "Although you are in a desperate situation right now, your life is very difficult, and you have lived a rough and bumpy life in the first half of your life, but I see that your heaven is full and your pavilion is round, and your bones are wonderful, and they are really gold.
Bao Yu's fate is that you haven't met anyone who can guide you. Come on, come on, come on. Let me plan your future for you."
Xiang Que looked at Old Lai faintly and said, "Did you calculate this for me?"
"One word is worth a thousand dollars. Your future lies in the next three points of my words." Old Lai straightened his chest and said seriously.
"You can't see my face, please take a rest, uncle," Xiang Que replied calmly.
No one can predict Xiang Que's fate, no one can read his fortune, no one can tell his horoscope, and if his numerology is deceived, who can see through it?
If someone really wanted to predict Xiang Que, there would be two outcomes: either he couldn't see through it at all, or he would vomit blood after reading it, and his soul would be directly damaged, and the injured person would be unable to be saved.