Of course, the reason why the interpretation master of Luyun Temple is so easy to make money is because the efficaciousness of Luyun Temple is well-known throughout Yundong Province.
After Chen Xuan handed over four hundred yuan, the sign-reading master began to look at Zhang Zhicheng's wooden sign.
Soon, the fortune teller said with a smile: "Congratulations, Miss, for drawing a winning number. Your marriage will have a happy ending. However, the fortune telling instructions are not to be too hesitant in love and marriage, and worry about gains and losses.
You should be more proactive to avoid missing out on a good relationship."
When Zhang Zhicheng heard this, she thought the interpretation was really good, and the interpreter really understood what was on her mind.
Hearing that she was asked to be more proactive, Zhang Zhicheng's pretty face couldn't help but blush slightly, and she couldn't help but glance at Chen Xuan.
She secretly bit her teeth and knew what she should do.
A heart finally became firmer.
Chen Xuan was secretly amused when he heard this. He hoped that what the interpreter said was not a lie but the truth.
I’m really looking forward to what Xiaonizi will do on her own initiative...
Zhang Zhicheng quickly put away his joy and said with a worried look on his face: "Master, thank you for your good words, but my boyfriend took one and put it in the lottery. Please see what disasters he will encounter in the future."
"Please relax, Miss, I will unravel the visa for your boyfriend right now." The interpreter always only says good things, not bad things.
Even if I say bad things, I will try to be tactful.
But when he took the wooden sign from Chen Xuan, he couldn't help being surprised.
This is more than just a sign, it is simply the most dangerous sign poem!
"Master, is something big going to happen?" Zhang Zhicheng became even more worried when he saw this.
The interpreter looked embarrassed and didn't know how to speak for a moment.
For tourists who usually come to sign, even if they are drawn, the sign interpreter will tell them how to turn the bad luck into good.
Because the so-called signing does not actually cause tourists to encounter any big dangers or disasters.
The interpreter only needs to use the prepared phrases in advance.
But Chen Xuan's signing is not that simple.
This fortune-telling master of Luyun Temple, like this big temple, is said to be very effective and has real skills.
By signing poems and combining it with Chen Xuan's face, he concluded that Chen Xuan would have a bad omen in the near future!
And he knew that as the interpreter, he could not help Chen Xuan turn danger into good fortune.
This made him don't know how to speak.
"Master, just tell me how I like my luck." Chen Xuan said calmly.
Although this master seems to be quite qualified, he still doesn't believe in asking for autographs.
He only believes in his own strength.
"Then I'll tell you." The sign interpretation master always says a set of words to interpret the signature when he is paid to do things, "Sir, you will be in a bloody disaster within a month. During this period, please be sure not to go to the southeast of the provincial capital.
Otherwise, you will encounter the biggest crisis in your life, and it may even involve the lives of others. In short, if you want to avoid such a terrible disaster, you must stay in the provincial capital and urban area peacefully."
Chen Xuan was slightly startled when he heard this.
Can the interpretation of the sign be so specific?
In Chen Xuan's impression, fortune tellers and fortune tellers all rely on ambiguous phrases to defraud people and deceive them.
The words of the interpreter mentioned a relatively specific time and location.
Although it was still vague, Chen Xuan thought that he did have one big thing to do within a month.
That is to go to the location of the sports special forces and serve as a chief instructor for a month to train special forces.
Could it be that we will encounter any big dangers while we are here?
The special forces are a hundred times safer than the place where ordinary people live.
In the end, Chen Xuan still didn't believe it, so he wouldn't listen to the interpreter and stayed in the provincial capital city.
The interpreter could tell from Chen Xuan's expression that this young man would not listen to his advice.
This was also expected by the interpreter. He knew beforehand that he would not be able to successfully help Chen Xuan turn danger into good fortune.
Therefore, I could only shake my head secretly. This young man was destined to die. It was a pity that he would die at such a young age.
Moreover, his girlfriend is as beautiful as a flower, but this young man cannot enjoy it.
The interpreter's heart skipped a beat when he thought of this.
Why would a couple get signed poems with conflicting fortunes?
The man is obviously going to die within a month, but the woman is getting a lucky draw and is about to get a happy marriage.
It’s so weird!
"Master, thank you for interpreting the signatures for us." Zhang Zhicheng thanked him with a smile again, and then looked at Chen Xuan, "This master is really accurate in interpreting the signatures. You must remember what the master said."
Chen Xuan nodded nonchalantly. He had remembered it, but he didn't say he would abide by it.
But when Chen Xuan and Zhang Zhicheng were interpreting the signatures, Feng Ruihang, the eldest son of the Feng family, who had been beaten away by Chen Xuan just now, was helped out of the gate of Luyun Temple by two bodyguards.
"Mom, Mom, where are you?" Feng Ruihang looked around and shouted.
Today, his mother took him to Luyun Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha.
However, there is another reason.
"Master Dengcao, Master Dengcao, where have you been?" Feng Ruihang continued to shout, but it was another person who shouted.
He took another look at the pavilion next to the mountain gate. There were many tourists resting there, but there was still no sign of his mother or "Master Dengcao".
Two bodyguards also helped to look around.
After looking around, the three people finally saw a noble lady and a middle-aged monk in a corner shaded by trees.
This noble lady is about forty years old. She wears heavy makeup and gold and silver. She looks like an old lady.
The middle-aged monk was also in his forties, had a somewhat vulgar appearance, and was wearing a completely different gray cassock from the monks of Luyun Temple. He was obviously not from Luyun Temple.
The most disturbing thing is that the noble lady actually hugged this monk, and they were so close to each other that she didn't even care if someone passed by and cast a strange look on her.
"Mom, Master Dengcao, what are you doing here?" Feng Ruihang was shocked when he saw this scene.
When the lady and the monk heard Feng Ruihang's voice, they immediately separated and straightened their clothes. Both of them looked a little abnormal.
"Ruihang, why did you come out? Didn't you line up in the temple?" The lady explained guiltily while adjusting her clothes. Then she saw her son's face was swollen, and she couldn't help being surprised.
"What happened to your face?"
When his mother mentioned this, Feng Ruihang gritted his teeth in anger: "Mom, I was bullied!"
"Who dares to bully you? Take mom to see him!" Feng's mother came over and looked at her son's face with distress.
How dare someone dare to do such a heavy hand to his son? He is so impatient!
Feng Ruihang said angrily: "That guy knows martial arts!"
