You said you would tell fortunes, so you can catch ghosts and exterminate zombies easily?

Chu Zhifeng was indignant.

"Aren't they harming people?"

Zhuo Cheng waved his hand: "I guess they think it's been a few years and the mines aren't so violent anymore. Plus, there are six of us grown men, who would have thought..."

As he spoke, he touched the jade pendant again.

"The jade pendant is cracked, but at least I saved my life. It's just..."

"Just what?"

"I just encountered this problem again. The crack is a bit bigger. I don't know how long it can last. This was given to me by my grandfather's friend when I was one year old. Now I can't buy it even if I want."

Chu Zhifeng nodded: "Indeed, the things that the master has blessed are quite..."

He paused and tugged at Zhuo Cheng's clothes. "Hey, the plaques that Taoist Su has painted on them are like consecrated. Five hundred each, is that a bargain?"

The topic changed a little too quickly, and Zhuo Cheng couldn't keep up.

Chu Zhifeng pointed to the wooden plaque on the table: "This is it. Taoist Su added a talisman to it to ensure safety. Do you think it is consecrated?"

"Absolutely." Huang Nansong continued.

Zhuo Cheng looked at the wooden sign carefully in confusion: "Are you sure it's only 500?"

"If you don't believe me, just ask Taoist Su..."

Su Chen curled his lips and said, "It guarantees safety ten times in case of danger. It also adds a tranquility talisman to calm the mind and improve concentration."

"It sounds better than my jade pendant."

Chu Zhifeng snorted lightly: "That's for sure. There's nothing bad about Master Su's things."

If I wasn't poor, I would buy one for myself.

Especially now that the amulet has been burned.

Hey, why did I spend all my money last night on a whim? Looks like I'll have to wait until next month to buy a protective amulet.

Zhuo Cheng immediately took out his wallet and said, "Master Su, how many of these brands do I need? Wait, let me calculate..."

He squinted his eyes and counted silently: "Twenty-six."

"So many?!" Chu Zhifeng exclaimed.

"Not much, not much. I have a big family, so one for each of us."

Mainly because 500 yuan is too cheap.

These days, inviting a master to your home can cost tens of thousands of dollars.

If you buy 26 at once, it’s only a little over 10,000 yuan.

Even if you get cheated, you won't lose much.

Besides, he trusts his own judgment.

With Master Su being like this, he can’t be called a liar.

Not to mention Chu Zhifeng, who is a well-known honest man in the circle.

After flipping through his wallet, Zhuo Cheng quickly closed it again.

There's not enough in the wallet.

"Lao Xu, let's go get the briefcase from the car."

Seeing the stack of money on the table, Chu Zhifeng felt so sour that he almost overflowed with anger.

Aren’t these bosses too rich?

Su Chen borrowed the money and said to Zhuo Cheng, "Wait a moment."

Then he flipped his hand and found a stack of brand new wooden signs.

Zhuo Cheng glared and opened his mouth.

I was extremely excited.

Judging from this skill, Taoist Su is definitely a real talent.

Su Chen did not study the copying any further, but quickly drew talismans on the twenty-six wooden signs. Finally, he asked, "Boss Zhuo, do you need to prevent loss like Boss Huang?"

"Prevent loss?" Zhuo Cheng was confused.

Chu Zhifeng explained: "It is tied to a person. If the wooden sign falls off or is stolen, it will return to the person if it moves two meters away from the person."

Huang Nansong added: "But I can't guarantee how I'll come back."

Xiao Liu'er: "It might hit your face, leaving you with a black eye and a swollen face."

Zhuo Cheng couldn't believe it: "Master Su, is this possible?"

Su Chen nodded: "If necessary, please provide the eight characters."

"After taking it back, have them silently chant 'Wulian Tianzun' and that's it."

Huang Nansong realized it later and nodded in understanding.

Zhuo Cheng hesitated for a moment and told Su Chen the birth charts of three people.

Su Chen didn't ask any more questions. He added three of the wooden signs and pushed it over.

"It's not easy to carry so many!" Chu Zhifeng looked around and found a plastic bag on the counter. He quickly took one and put it in Zhuo Cheng's bag.

Zhuo Cheng thanked him, finally remembered the important matter, and smiled at Su Chen.

"Master Su, do you practice Feng Shui?"

Chu Zhifeng was curious: "Boss Zhuo, your house has bad feng shui?"

"It's not me, it's...a friend."

He laughed dryly at Su Chen: "My friend has been in trouble recently. It's not a big deal, but it's annoying. I wonder if there's something wrong with the feng shui of his family. Taoist Su, what do you think..."

"You can ask him to come over and take a look."

"Oh, okay, okay."

After finishing the work, Zhuo Cheng drank the ginger soup cooked by Xiao Liuer, and asked Chu Zhifeng and the driver to drink a bowl as well. He gave Xiao Liuer a hundred yuan and then left.

Chu Zhifeng waited until his car drove away before coming in again. When he looked up, he saw that Xiao Liu'er's mouth was almost grinning to her ears.

"Uncle Chu, I'll treat you to some snacks."

The little guy took out a bag of snacks and opened it and placed it in front of Chu Zhifeng.

Huang Nansong squinted his eyes and said, "Little Liu'er, you really are the mother of whoever gives you milk."

“Uncle Huang, you have it too!”

Xiao Liuer also gave him a piece, and Huang Nansong smiled.

He took a bite and looked at Su Chen. He was about to say something when he saw Su Chen flip his hand and take out ten wooden signs. The wooden signs quickly rose into the air. He immediately shut up and looked at Chu Zhifeng. The two of them tacitly moved their positions to avoid affecting Su Chen.

Old Song was limping when he was brought back by car.

Huang Nansong and Chu Zhifeng saw him limping in and looked at him curiously.

"Old Song, you..." Huang Nansong noticed that Old Song's clothes were also dirty and torn in several places, and asked curiously, "Did you fall?"

Old Song glared at him angrily: "What do you mean by falling? I fell down while fighting with someone."

Chu Zhifeng: "Didn't he get thrown to the ground as well?"

Old Song: “!!!”

He was a little annoyed and said, "Why are you asking this?"

Chu Zhifeng shrank his neck.

Huang Nansong put his index finger to his lips: "Shhhhh~"

He pointed at Su Chen and said, "Don't disturb Taoist Su."

Old Song nodded repeatedly, but soon his expression changed. He reached into his pocket and took out a small stack of banknotes. He winked at Huang Nansong with a smug look on his face.

"Old Song, have you made a fortune?"

"It's a thank you fee from someone, thanking me for helping him catch the bad guy."

"How many?"

Huang Nansong took the money and counted it: "Five thousand?"

"Old Song, this fall was totally worth it!"

Old Song's face turned cold when he heard this and he snatched the money away: "What do you mean by dropped? I said I didn't drop it."

"Yes, yes, we didn't fall, we just sparred. That person was caught, so he was completely defeated by you, right?"

"Of course," Old Song patted his chest, "I've always said I'm still as sharp as a knife!"

"I'm happy today, I'll treat you to a drink."

Huang Nansong rubbed his hands and said, "That's great! I'll go get Lao Ge and the others to join us. Can we get some more snacks?"

"Okay, I'll go order the food and you go call someone."

Chu Zhifeng pointed at himself, but unfortunately no one paid attention to him.

He was stunned for a moment, then quickly shrugged.

Just consider it as agreeing to let him eat and drink for free.

When Ge Ping'an arrived, Old Song had already returned and was listening to Xiao Liu'er and Chu Zhifeng talking about how Song Shishi had bought a sarcophagus to hold a dead person.

Seeing Ge Pingan, he carefully looked at the latter's face and asked, "Are you okay?"

Ge Ping'an waved his hand.

"It's okay. Everyone has their own destiny."

"I'm glad you figured it out. Then eat more later."

Ge Pingan snorted softly: "You'd better take it easy. You're already old. If you fall again, you might break a bone."

"Pah, pah, pah, even if you break your bones, I won't break any bones."

Old Song was just about to have a detailed talk with him when someone came from outside.

He looked carefully at the stall, turned around curiously, and looked into the window. He saw Su Chen and the wooden sign floating around him. His eyes lit up and he quickly put away his umbrella and went into the teahouse.

"Su..."

"Shh, don't disturb Master Su."

"Oh oh oh."

Old Song asked him in a low voice: "Young man, are you here to have your fortune told or to have your fortune read?"

youth:"……"

"It should depend on the matter."

Old Song was suspicious: "Should it be?"