Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 313 I am a fortune teller, what are you?

He Songling was not picking on the jugglers, but on the thirty-six thieves.

It would be too cheap for him to beat up a juggler of his status. Unless the juggler was Wang Yaozu or the Thirty-Six Thieves, that would be interesting.

Jiyun Society was near the Huguang Guild Hall. He continued to stroll south with his hands behind his back, and under the guidance of Zhenduo, he came under the overpass.

"Mr. He, there are a lot of people looking at things under the overpass."

What Zhenduo said was indeed true. From a distance of about a mile, one could hear the bustling and noisy sounds. Looking ahead, there were people doing juggling, performing acrobatics, telling stories and crosstalk, singing operas and songs, and practicing martial arts.

Under the overpass, there were people performing martial arts to make a living, such as locking throats with golden spears, pouring oil hammers on heads, and crushing ribs with iron rulers. All of them had real kung fu. Even the later Zhuge Village learned these external techniques.

"That's great."

He Songling looked at them one by one. There is one good thing about street performances, that is, you have to have something real to show. If you can cheat people out of money by just pointing and saying a few nonsense words, saying a few words about shit and fart, and then saying a few words about your partner's father, and then singing a few words of truth at the end, then you are just blindly thinking.

Today's "Eight Weirdos of Tianqiao" are already the third generation. They have been fearless and unafraid of death for thirty years. The master of crosstalk has come to Jiao Dehai, one of the Eight Virtues of Crosstalk.

It was quite interesting to see him interacting with the comedians, shadow puppeteers and candy sellers nearby.

There was also the wrestler Shen San, who had won the championship at the 33rd National Games and defeated a Russian strongman, shocking the capital. He Songling shook hands with him and found that although this man was a little weaker than Zhen Duo, he was not inferior to the junior brothers who had just entered the second level of the Sanyi Sect.

"Well, the capital city is indeed worthy of being the foot of the emperor, and there are many talented people."

He Songling looked at each one, passed by each one, and rewarded each one, five dollars per person. For a moment, the crowd was bustling, and He Songling became the most popular person in the entire Tianqiao area.

Not to mention now, even decades later, up to the modern times, old artists occasionally recall the grand occasion of the flyover in the past and mention such a great philanthropist.

He Songling walked along the overpass from beginning to end. Other artists were jumping up and down, but there was only one person at the end who squatted under the bridge, wearing sunglasses, not moving at all, as if the noise in the world had nothing to do with him.

He Songling became interested, walked over to the blind man and asked, "A fortune teller?"

"Ah?" The man raised his head and said blankly: "I am a fortune teller, what are you?"

"Pretty!"

He Songling didn't expect that this bad joke would come back to haunt him eighty or ninety years in advance. Fortunately, there was no key here, otherwise it would have broken.

"You asked for this. Come, tell me your fortune, whether it's the eight characters, fortune telling, palmistry, or bone reading. If you can figure out something, and it's correct, I'll give you... five hundred yuan!"

"Ouch!"

The people around exclaimed together.

Five hundred dollars is definitely a huge sum of money. If the fortune teller can get this reward, he can't stay under the overpass and has to run away overnight. Otherwise, robbers, blackmailers, extortionists, whether officials or civilians, will come to his door and ask for his five hundred dollars.

The fortune teller obviously had to eat, so after hearing this number, he finally stood up and said excitedly, "Okay, I have the Liu Ren Orthodox Method, which can calm the spirits and open the door, promote wealth and official promotion, control the gossip of villains, change the Tai Sui, change official disasters, recover lost property, bring harmony to marriages, cure illnesses and injuries, avoid disasters, perform rituals to eliminate disasters, increase luck and pray for blessings, control all kinds of evil spirits, resolve curses, protect yourself and save your life, resolve the Tai Sui, transcend infant spirits, and use talismans to drive away evil spirits. You can calculate anything you want!"

"That's not necessary. Just calculate your fortune." He Songling squinted at the blind fortune teller. The guy's eyes were emitting lasers, and it was obvious that he was a fake blind man.

"But there is one thing, if you calculate correctly, the money is yours; if you don't, I'll knock down your stall and beat you up, and you're not allowed to cry out in pain."

"No problem!" The fake blind man was obviously confident in his ability, and he patted his chest and assured, "If I can't figure it out, it's up to you!"

"Okay, come on."

He Songling presented his birth date and a strand of his hair to the master, and then he stretched out his hand to randomly split a character and put it in front of the fake blind man so that he could read his palm.

With He Songling's current strength and his innate spirit, he was not afraid of others using these things to curse him or cast a spell on him. On the contrary, he had just learned the Huangmen Qi-watching technique, and had nowhere to display his abilities, so he just happened to come to these charlatans to have a fight and ruin their business.

There was no need to destroy the jobs of these small people. The key point was that this old man dared to question him. Then He Songling must let him know what it means to mess with a petty person like him. It can only be bad luck for him.

Unexpectedly, this liar actually had some tricks. This fake blind man squatted at the end of the overpass, wearing small sunglasses and playing a broken erhu, just like a fake blind man cheating. As a result, he used his Qi and Taoism together, and He Songling really felt that his fate was shaken by him.

"Huh? This is..."

Not to mention He Songling's profound Taoist practice and stable spirit, just relying on the Huangmen Sancai techniques he had learned, ordinary people could not change his fate. He was sure that not even the head of the Huangmen Sancai could do that.

As a result, this charlatan can do it.

Who said there are many charlatans under the overpasses in Beijing? This charlatan is amazing. Even the charlatans have real skills. This trip to Beijing is really worth it.

"Well, what did you see?"

"Sir, your fate is a bit peculiar. Let me take a look at it." The fake blind fortune teller originally just wanted to have fun and cheat some reward money, but he didn't expect that He Songling's fate was so strong that he used the best methods of his own sect to pull, but he couldn't shake it at all.

The fake blind man's desire to win was aroused, and he stopped pretending to be blind. He took out a piece of iron plate with strange symbols drawn on it, pinched his fingers and chanted a spell, and the special effects appeared. This was his most powerful skill, and he wanted to see what kind of transformation He Songling had.

But then, a vast starry sky appeared in his sight. It seemed to contain infinite mysteries, making people want to follow this deep nebula and continue to sink into silence.

"wrong!"

The fake blind man suddenly became alert. He pressed the tip of his tongue against his upper teeth, and gathered a grain of Hun Yuan Qi in his Dantian. He exhaled and shouted, "Drink!"

The Qi Gong he released shattered the sunglasses on his face and smashed the iron plate to the ground, and he barely managed to break free. When he peeked again, the nebula had turned into a pitch-black black hole.

Fortunately, he was prepared this time, and peeped from the side, and managed to break free. He looked at He Songling in horror, "What is this? What is this!"

(End of this chapter)