Chapter 37: Heavenly Masters Are Not as Good as Dogs? (5)
"Shi, go and find out how much money a room in the inn costs per day?"
After Death left neatly, Qianye took Wu Zhou and waited at the corner of the alley.
After a while, he died and returned with a confused look on his face: "Sir, it is said that Ning'an Mansion will hold a business meeting in the near future. Most of the inns are already full. Even the inns that are not full, it is not possible to stay overnight.
The price has risen to fifty taels of silver per night."
"Robbery?" Qianye asked angrily. She didn't need to look at the money in her sleeves to know that she couldn't afford to live there.
"It's really useless." Wu Zhou suddenly said sarcastically.
Qianye frowned and said, "You are useful, then why don't you go earn money and come back?"
Wu Zhou leaned against the wall, tilting his head to look at the crowds of people not far away, "You are a heavenly master, and you are also good at divination and divination. Most of the people walking here are businessmen. When you travel, you must want to ask about good or bad luck, so why worry?"
Can’t make money?”
However, the words did not make Chiba Mao suddenly open up. On the contrary, a little disgust flashed in his eyes, and he said in a contemptuous tone: "You want me to set up a table in the crowd, pretending to be deep and shaking my head, and then suppressing it first, and making alarmist remarks."
A lot of people are frightened, and then the old gods say that the disaster can be solved, all it takes is a loss of money?"
Wu Zhou slowly turned his head, probably sizing her up, "That means... you have no real ability?"
"Revealing secrets will damage your cultivation, so the money is not worth it." Qianye categorically denied, and said: "Besides, people who are eager to ask for divination these days just want to hear a few auspicious words. Even if the disaster is true,
Yes, if you don’t make any money, you might get into trouble.”
"You have martial arts skills." Wu Zhou reminded him calmly.
"Is there money to be made from fighting?" Qianye asked with raised eyebrows. He took out a piece of steamed bun from his sleeve and shook it at the stray dog that slipped past the corner.
The stray dog immediately approached, wagging its tail, with a look of hope on its face.
Qianye teased the stray dog with a steamed bun and asked, "Come on, tell me, will my fortune be good this year?"
"Wang!!"
"So good." Qianye threw the steamed bun to the stray dog. The stray dog wolfed it down and waggled its tail even more happily.
After patting the dirt on his hands, Qianye spread his hands and slowly turned around and walked into the alley, "Look, even a dog can say it, why should I flatter you?"
"You are worse than a dog."
Qianye suddenly stretched out his foot, and Wu Zhou Lengbuding, who was following him, stumbled on his foot and fell straight to the ground with a thump.
With a joking smile in his eyes, he took a few steps to walk around Wu Zhou and said with a smile: "Why do you need to perform this great gift if it is not a year or a festival? Don't worry, I am a bodhisattva and will never let you sleep on the street among beggars."
After finishing speaking, I always felt that something was still owed, maybe...she lacked a pretentious fan.
He knelt down and wanted to take the opportunity to vent his anger with a few more sarcastic words, but unexpectedly, he glanced at him and saw a few people walking over in a hurry from the other end of the alley. Instead, they helped Wu Zhou up, leaning against the wall and patting the dirt on his body.
The leader of the people who came over seemed to be a young man from a wealthy family, and he was followed by four strong and round-waisted entourage. The young man was holding a piece of paper in his hand, with a hurried and anxious look on his face.
"Girl, have you ever seen this person? He is much taller than me, and he is dressed similarly to me." The young master held up the paper in one hand and gestured frantically with the other.
Chiba looked at the so-called portrait. It was white paper and black ink, with simple outlines and dull lines. It looked three-quarters like a human and seven-quarters like a ghost. I am afraid that even if a real person stood in front of him, it would be difficult to compare the similarities.