Xuanmen Little Ancestor

Under the flyover on Yanluo Road in the capital city, there used to be a gathering place for fortune-telling stalls of all kinds, but most of the fortune-tellers here wearing gowns are old men and women in their [-]s, [-]s, and [-]s. But three days ago, the flyover came down A young man of eighteen or nineteen years old, with a particularly handsome appearance, suddenly became a bright new scenery of the Tianqiao fortune-telling group.

Moreover, this young guy is very good at pinching. He has only set up a stall for three days, and today he has repeat customers.

Without further ado, the repeat customer first took five banknotes and put them on the hexagram stand, and then thanked the little celestial master a thousand times, and then reluctantly left.

"Master, do the math for me. Will the lottery ticket I bought today win the lottery?" A middle-aged elder brother with a frowning face squatted in front of the stall, holding a crumpled lottery ticket in his hand, facing the sitting lottery. Asked the young man wearing sunglasses and this linen robe behind him.

Luo Qinglian took a sip of the fat house happy water, squinted at him, and said: "Someone in your family has been seriously ill recently, and your business has also encountered villains, which has been hindered everywhere, and the project funds are in arrears. Don’t you have enough money to see a doctor for your family?”

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes burst into light, he nodded his head, and said: "Yes, yes, you are amazing, master. My son was diagnosed with acute leukemia three months ago, and the project I contracted was rejected again." Someone with a heart reported it, saying that the materials used were not up to standard. The higher-ups have been checking for three months, but they haven’t finished the inspection. Now I can’t deliver the work on time. If others don’t pay me, I’m going to the end of the road, and I even want to jump off the building.”

Although the middle-aged man said so, he doesn't look like someone who can jump off a building. The worst thing is to buy a lottery ticket to try his luck.

Luo Qinglian waved her hand, pointed to the south, and said: "You have no partial fortune in this life, no matter whether it's a lottery or a lottery, it's all for charity. But if you believe me , just go to the south, where you can meet your nobleman, and your family's illness is not a major problem, if you treat it actively, you will be cured."

Middle-aged men are skeptical.

Luo Qinglian saw that there were still a few people in line at the back, so she waved her hands and said, "Leave after asking, 300 yuan can't be less, remember to donate 100 million to charity after the problem is solved, next one."

The middle-aged man was also skeptical, but he still took out a few red notes from his pocket and handed them to Luo Qinglian, saying, "Thank you, master, for your guidance."

Luo Qinglian took the money, and immediately after that, a 80-[-]-year-old lady came.

The old lady wiped her tears and said, "Can my little brother do the math for me?"

Luo Qinglian glanced at her and said, "You haven't lost what you're looking for. After you get back, go and look under the pillow."

The old lady was stunned for a moment, and said: "I haven't said what's going on yet, so you just came out?"

Luo Qinglian curled her lips, and said, "This kind of trivial matter is nothing to worry about. Put the 50 yuan here and hurry back to find a photo."

The old lady quickly took out 50 yuan from her pocket, put it on the hexagram cloth for Luo Qinglian with trembling hands, and left with gratitude.

Someone said: "You charge 50 yuan for one, and [-] yuan for the other. Are you too unruly?"

Luo Qinglian didn't even look at him, and said: "I decide the fate, and I settle the matter. Of course, I have the final say on how to collect money. I am the rule."

Suddenly someone in the crowd sneered, and raised his voice and said: "What era is this? There are people who believe this kind of nonsense, bluffing and swindling? Are you paying IQ tax?"

Luo Qinglian glanced at the boy who was speaking, and immediately raised her eyebrows slightly—yes, she was covered in famous brands and had plenty of wealth on her body, and she looked like a rich man from a rich family. The more I look at it, the more unhappy I am.

Since the first day Luo Qinglian came here to set up a fortune-telling stall, someone has said this. After all, in this era, the Taoism in the world is declining and the sects are broken, and the aura between heaven and earth is weak, and there are very few capable people.

Don't say anything else, let's just sit with him in a row of Yanluo Tianqiao fortune-telling group that tells fortunes under the flyover. Fifteen of the eighteen masters are 24K pure gold liars, and among the remaining three, two are slightly Daoist, one especially Daoist.

The one who is particularly virtuous is naturally Luo Qinglian.

Luo Qinglian said nonchalantly: "Experts are always misunderstood, and it's normal for ordinary people not to know what to do."

The boy twitched his mouth, and said with contempt: "The masters usually hide their names, and they never call themselves masters."

Luo Qinglian nodded and said, "Then do you know my name?"

Boy: "..." What do I call you?

Luo Qinglian said solemnly: "Look, you don't even know my name. It seems that I have managed to remain anonymous. According to you, I am also a well-rounded expert."

The boy said unhappily: "Nonsense, sophistry."

Luo Qinglian took a closer look at the boy's forehead, lips and nose, raised the corners of her lips slightly, and said, "Little brother, if you have the time to keep an eye on me, why not go back to school and have a look, I Look at your forehead covered with green clouds, the head of blue veins is better than ice jade, it must be green by your girlfriend, right?"

As soon as these words came out, the people waiting in line for the fortune-telling all laughed hahaha. They probably thought that the little celestial master's mouth was too poisonous, so they thought he was deliberately making fun of the young man.

The boy's face suddenly became cloudy, and he rolled up his sleeves and said, "Are you looking for a fight? My girlfriend and I are childhood sweethearts. We have been in love for seven or eight years. We just got engaged last month. We have a very good relationship. Look at you, a crow Mouth, can't say a single good word."

Just got engaged and it's even more interesting.

Luo Qinglian said with a smile: "For the sake of our dealings in the future, I will give you a price for the bone fracture. I will not charge you for the time being. You can call back and ask, or ask If someone investigates, they will know if I have fooled you."

The boy said angrily: "Who wants to deal with a charlatan like you again? A black-hearted liar who actually cursed me for wearing a cuckold, ahhh!"

Luo Qinglian: "..."