On the dilapidated stone steps going down, Zhang Wufeng saw a group of people wearing bright and fashionable clothes, including old people and young people, but most of them were women in their thirties.
About two hundred meters down, there is a small platform, where most women and a few old people and young people happily sing weird and inexplicable songs. Zhang Wufeng always feels a little strange in his heart, coming here
Because there are only two roads, the front mountain and the back mountain. The back mountain is the main entrance of Chibi. Because of Chibi’s business issues, the back mountain is temporarily closed. Yang Xiaolan has told him this a long time ago, but the front mountain itself has been closed since seven in the morning.
At half past o'clock, I had breakfast not far from the mountain. In addition, I was playing and playing on the way up the mountain. I didn't see anyone coming up at all. Even if they had, due to the problem of the mountain range, the best route to this stone step is the one I took.
How did those people get in? At their age, do they like to find hidden stone steps on the cliffs?
Zhang Wufeng suppressed the doubts in his heart, because he heard from his fourth uncle that Taoist priests or monks would often go to the Yanlong Platform in Longwang Mountain. Most of those people had some ability, but if a fortune teller appeared there,
, he must be a very accurate man. And Zhang Wufeng didn't come here to tell fortunes, but after all, Xiaolan was the one he loved in his heart. Seeing that she might be entangled with something dirty, he took the opportunity to tell her fortune.
She brought her here, hoping to meet some Taoist monks or something.
Zhang Wufeng continued walking down, and suddenly felt something floating over quietly, very fast, and it immediately reached his side.
Zhang Wufeng was caught off guard and was startled by this. He grabbed Yang Xiaolan's hand and pulled Xiaolan to his back out of protectiveness. At the same time, he quickly turned around and leaned against that
A bit dirty on the hillside.
Xiaolan was also frightened by Zhang Wufeng's movements, and almost fell down on the stone steps before she could stand firm. However, the huge force in Zhang Wufeng's hands made her escape from danger in an instant, and her heart pounded.
He jumped straight up, feeling very relieved and happy, and thought to himself: "He is so strong."
An old man in his seventies was passing by Zhang Wufeng at this moment. The old man was very shabbily dressed. At first glance, he could tell that he was an old farmer from the countryside. However, he was wearing a pair of reading glasses, which made people feel that he was too tacky.
Zhang Wufeng looked at the old man carefully. The old man also happened to look back at Zhang Wufeng and the two of them. His somewhat cloudy eyes suddenly seemed to brighten a little.
The old man does not look very old. His back is slightly hunched, and he is carrying a canvas bag on his back. The hair on his head is a little sparse, most of it is silver-white, and most of his beard is black, white, and black, and his face is
There were a lot of wrinkles on his face, and his eyes were somewhat clear between the turbidity. Zhang Wufeng was a little surprised by the rapid walking speed of the old man's body, which was unbelievably strong.
At this age, Zhang Wufeng could have guessed that he was over seventy years old without even thinking about it, but he had a very strange feeling in his heart that this old man was only forty-three years old! Zhang Wufeng was frightened by his own thoughts.
Dance, looked at the old man sheepishly, and then his attention was attracted by the dancing movements below.
Those women, old people, and young people were all singing and dancing there happily. The songs were melodious and sweet, and the dances were like soaring swans, like girls picking flowers, and like immortals dancing swords... Just as Zhang Wufeng was immersed in the beautiful dances and classical music.
At that moment, the old man suddenly said hoarsely: "They are all monsters from the Sky City who are acting crazy there, what's there to see?"
Zhang Wufeng's heart froze, and he suddenly woke up from the wonderful artistic conception. Although the old man seemed to have scolded those women unintentionally, after all, in this traditional small city, and at the old man's age, seeing those women actually
Wearing only thin clothes, and with many parts of her body showing off her youthful beauty, it was natural and normal to curse a monster, immoral, etc. However, Zhang Wufeng did not think so. Zhang Wufeng even felt that the old man's words were very scary.
**It’s true!
Zhang Wufeng gently pushed Yang Xiaolan, who was still listening to the singing, and asked softly: "Xiaolan, do you know who that old guy is?"
Xiaolan came back to her senses and happened to see the back of the old man going down the stone steps. After taking a look, she and Zhang Wufeng stood on the stone steps again and whispered: "That old man seems to be the one who tells fortunes every month."
In fact, I am not sure about the old fortune teller. However, there are only a few fortune tellers in Yanlongtai area, and among these few people, the one who tells fortunes once a month is a bit
The hunchbacked old man is naturally the old man who is respected as the fortune teller."
"Oh, that's it. Huh? Why is the old man missing?" Zhang Wufeng asked in surprise. In less than half a minute when Xiaolan spoke, the old man disappeared from the stone steps, and Zhang Wufeng felt again
A somewhat shocking feeling.
Xiaolan looked around and found nothing, and she was not surprised. She just said: "I heard from my classmates that he has a very weird temper. Generally, even if someone comes to tell fortunes, he usually collects the money first."
But they don’t necessarily tell fortunes, and just ask others to leave. Sometimes they only say a few words, sometimes they don’t say anything, and the fortune tellers just sit with them for a while, but because of his name, everyone comes to tell fortunes.
They all have the mentality of losing money to eliminate disasters, so even so, no one makes it difficult for him. Sometimes he will take the initiative to tell people's fortunes, but the money will still be collected. If the person is not willing to give money, he will
Even if it's half, the person whose life he calculated half of, no matter who it is, will pay for the other half, so he also has a nickname, "Half Count", but I don't know if the old man today is him."
Zhang Wufeng was not surprised when he heard this. His fourth uncle had also told him these things, but not in detail. Seeing Yang Xiaolan explain in detail, and looking at the love that was always revealed in her eyes, Zhang Wufeng would hold the one he held.
The soft little hand was moved to the left hand, and the right hand gently stretched from Xiaolan's back to her waist, and then gently stopped there, feeling warm and soft at the beginning.
Xiaolan's body trembled slightly, and then she didn't struggle. She just lowered her head. Then when she raised it, she suddenly pointed her right hand at the Yanlong Platform below and said: "Wufeng, look below.
Sure enough, it's him, he's setting up a stall down there to collect money and tell fortunes!"
"Well, he's so fast. He got down from here in just one minute and put everything in place. This old guy really has some skills!" Zhang Wufeng said with some disdain. Knowing that this old man is a fortune teller,
Zhang Wufeng felt a little disgusted, but due to Xiaolan's health, Zhang Wufeng came into contact with the so-called magic stick he hated most.
Originally, with the reputation of this divine fortune teller and his ability, fortune telling once a month would be very lively, and fortune telling is done on a fixed day every month, so there would be a lot of tourists on that day.
It's just that today is not his monthly fortune-telling day. It is precisely because of this that Yang Xiaolan hesitates whether he is a fortune teller. But Yang Xiaolan doesn't know that this fortune teller is here to tell fortunes today.
The last life was an uncontrollable impulse in his heart, and it was also the last life that he had already calculated.
The divine fortune teller is a bit sad. After all, because of fortune telling, he lost his grandparents, father and mother, as well as his wife and son to death at birth. The only daughter who was born with a personality that conflicted with him survived.
, but the daughter disliked him extremely in her heart. Fortunately, his daughter was also very sensible, so it was okay for the father and daughter to depend on each other.
Until now, the fortune teller has worked hard to be punished by God, so he has saved 150,000 yuan for his daughter. With this money, his daughter does not have to worry about college and life. When he goes out in the morning, the fortune teller also saves money.
The bank card and password were left on the desk in his daughter's room, and he told her that if he didn't come back, he would have gone out of town, and asked her not to look for him.
The fortune teller raised his head and looked at the intimate man and woman walking towards him. He made a few calculations with his trembling right hand, and his expression changed several times.
Zhang Wufeng did not believe in evil in his heart. Although he was a little superstitious, he was born not to believe in fate. Destiny was in his own hands. This was what he believed in. So when he stepped forward, Zhang Wufeng took out money from his trouser pocket and threw it to him. The old man
But he said hoarsely: "No, telling your fortune is my destiny. No money is needed." As he said that, he began to play with the copper compasses, flags, Tai Chi mirrors, and the seven ancient ones around him.
The copper coin is the kind of very ancient copper coin with a square mouth in the middle.
Zhang Wufeng saw that since the old man came here, all the old people, women and young people singing and dancing had dispersed one by one, taking a glance at the place as they dispersed.
Yang Xiaolan seemed a little nervous and trembling, feeling that she was actually a little afraid of this old man at this moment. Zhang Wufeng just put more force on her waist with his right hand, holding her closer to him. This was just secretly.
Tell her with actions that you don’t have to be afraid as long as I am here.
Xiaolan looked at Zhang Wufeng movedly, and her mood slowly calmed down.
"Tell me your birth date and name." came the old man's hoarse voice. Although he knew most of everything about the person in front of him, he still habitually asked the other person to tell him his birth date first.
Date, month, day and time of birth. The more precise it is, the more accurate it will be.
