Please stop imagining things, I'm such a good person

The crowd in the teahouse was indignant, but the storyteller had disappeared without a trace.

Fang Hao shook his head. Although he could understand that keeping the audience in suspense was just a means of survival, those who interrupt others are not good people.

Fang Hao was not interested in this fabricated story, but it did not prevent him from empathizing with the audience.

When he was following novels and watching TV dramas in his previous life, he was just like these listeners.

Ignoring the curses, Fang Hao walked out of the teahouse.

This was actually a trivial episode, so Fang Hao didn't take it seriously and continued walking along the street.

Until...he saw the storyteller again.

The storyteller was already quite old, and standing on the stage in his Confucian robe, anyone would think he was a poor old Confucian scholar.

But now... he changed into a Taoist robe and sat on the bridge openly. The young man who collected the money was also wearing a green robe, just like the boy sitting under him.

The young man held up a sign with "Destiny is not predetermined" written on the left, "Eight trigrams reveal the secrets of heaven" written on the right, and "Half-immortal" written in capital letters in the middle.

I have to say, after the storyteller put on the Taoist robe, he really did have a bit of an immortal air.

Even Fang Hao has this feeling, let alone ordinary people.

At this moment, a woman was sitting in front of his stall. She pulled up her sleeves and stretched out her hand.

The storyteller closed his eyes, kept groping the woman's hands, and made a clicking sound.

Fang Hao joked as he walked, this old man has quite a few part-time jobs...

Fang Hao had no intention of exposing him. Fortune-telling was a matter of personal choice. If one day he managed to trick some noble person and get beaten up, that would be his fate.

But Fang Hao's idea of ​​letting him off was immediately dispelled by a sudden remark.

"Donor, you and I are destined to be together. Please stay here for now. I will help you to read your fortune later."

Fang Hao paused, he never believed in fate, no matter in past life or this life, this old man must have made a mistake in his calculations if he could deceive him.

With a sneer on his face, Fang Hao actually stopped and said, "Okay~"

Being touched by the storyteller and now under Fang Hao's gaze, the woman asked with an unnatural expression, "Master, are you okay?"

The storyteller touched it twice more and opened his eyes. "Okay, I have seen through your fate. Tell me what you want to be told?"

"Master, I want to calculate my father's illness. The doctor said that he..."

The storyteller interrupted the woman and said, "No need to explain in such detail. Let me help you understand the secret!"

The storyteller was seen making finger gestures with a mysterious look on his face, which seemed quite professional, but in Fang Hao's eyes, it looked a little ridiculous.

After a few breaths, the storyteller stopped and said, "You were originally from a poor family, but because of your uncle when you were young, your family became rich, is that right?"

The woman nodded excitedly, "Yes Master!"

"According to your fate, you originally had two brothers, a younger brother, and a younger sister, but you didn't have a younger brother. Your younger brother died when you were seven years old, right?"

The woman was stunned, "Master... No, Master, you are right!"

The storyteller stroked his beard with a smile, "I am not a doctor, so I cannot predict your father's illness, but the divine clues tell me that it is only a minor illness. It's just that the doctor who is treating him now is a quack. If he continues to treat him, your father will not live long~"

"This matter is easy to resolve. Find a real doctor and he will be fully recovered within half a month."

The woman stood up angrily, "So he's a liar! I'm going to make him pay!"

The storyteller coughed dryly without showing any emotion.

The woman immediately understood, "Master, how much does this divination cost?"

The storyteller looked tired. "I am traveling in the human world and I don't want to accept money. However, if you explore the secrets of heaven without divination money, the secrets will backfire. You... give it as you see fit."

The woman took out her purse and poured out all the silver inside.

Fang Hao noticed with his sharp eyes that the scattered silver coins added up to about 70 or 80 taels, and there were also some copper coins.

"Master, this is all I have with me. Is it enough?"

The young man immediately stepped forward to take the silver and said, "Lady donor, the master is calculating the mysteries of the universe, and we cannot be involved in money-related matters. Just give it to me."

(Donor is not a special term in Buddhism, it means the owner of the alms.)

"It doesn't matter how much the hexagram fee is, even a copper coin will do~"

The woman said respectfully, "Master, can you tell me another fortune?"

This immortal master is different from ordinary fortune tellers. He has real skills. You might as well take this opportunity to calculate your marriage fate.

The storyteller closed his eyes and said nothing, but the young man said, "Please go back, female donor. I can only tell fortunes for three people a day, and for each person, I can only tell one fortune."

"Is there not enough silver? I will go back and get it now~"

The young man's tone became a little more serious, "Donor, please don't insult the master with money!"

"Master has traveled all over the world and rejected countless dignitaries. If he was only after money, why would he be here? Master only tells fortunes based on fate!"

The woman had obvious disappointment on her face and she apologized repeatedly before leaving in disappointment.

After the woman left, the storyteller opened his eyes and looked at Fang Hao, "Sir, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Fang Hao saw the whole scene. The young man said that the divination fee was not important, but he clearly saw that when the woman poured out the silver, the eyes of the old and the young lit up.

Fang Hao stretched out his left hand and said with a smile, "Then you calculate it. If it's wrong, I will take you to the authorities and sue you for money fraud!"

The storyteller looked calm, "The donor has a clear mind and bright eyes. There is no fog blocking the forehead. Just look at the face."

Women touch bones and men read fortunes?

Fang Hao sneered inwardly and withdrew his left hand. This old guy is not only greedy for money but also lustful!

The storyteller's eyes stayed on Fang Hao's face, and he kept calculating something with his left hand. But then his brows became more and more furrowed until they turned into the shape of a Chinese character "川".

"You will be in danger of bloodshed!" the storyteller said with a serious face.

Fang Hao almost laughed out loud. Was this old-fashioned move really going to be used again?

"You should be the leader of a certain force, but this force has recently provoked a powerful enemy, right?"

"You mean, the bloody disaster came from this enemy?"

Fang Hao's smile faded, and he felt doubtful and uncertain inside. Could it be that this old guy really has some abilities?

The storyteller glanced at Fang Hao and said, "No, you stole someone else's things, and that person is looking for you. The bloody disaster came from him."

Fang Hao, "???"

"Do you know who I am? Why would I need to steal anything?"

Fang Hao laughed. I wouldn't say he was as rich as a country, but at least he was rich as hell. What can't he buy? Is Wanbao Pavilion just a decoration?

Even if Wanbao Pavilion doesn't have it, what else doesn't the system mall have? Is there any need to steal?

The storyteller said solemnly, "Although I don't know how you managed to steal things from him, I won't make a mistake."

Fang Hao felt ashamed and angry, not because this old guy was lying to people, but because he was ashamed and angry at himself for almost believing him just now.

Just like his storytelling, he got some information from somewhere and made up some nonsense, and it became a wonderful story.

It is the same with fortune-telling at this time. You get a little information, and then you have to make it up yourself.

If I wasn't sure that I didn't steal anything, I would have been fooled by him.