Chapter 1020 Fortunetelling

  The old **** has known that Jian Shujie brought two friends today, so when he entered the wing room, he was not surprised by the two extra people.

  He flicked the whisk and bowed slightly to Jian Shujie.

   "Poverty Dao pays respects to the county guard."

  Jian Shujie smiled and asked him to sit down.

  Next, they began to talk about Taoism.

  Most of the time, the old gods were talking, Jian Shujie was listening, and occasionally he would say a few words of his own opinion.

  Shangkui didn't know anything about Dao Fa. He was still scratching his ears and cheeks, but after listening to it, he couldn't help but fall into his mind.

  Only Wen Old City remained calm throughout.

  He has been secretly observing this old **** who is known as the iron-mouthed and straightforward old god, and there is a deep luster in his black eyes.

  This old **** looks very kind, his eyes are gentle and charitable like the elders in the family, and his speech is quite funny, and all kinds of allusions are easy to come by.

  The Taoism that should have been boring is said through him, not only becomes simple and easy to understand, but also has a bit of relaxed humor, which can make people smile from time to time.

  Just chatting for a while, Jian Shujie was relieved a lot from the sadness caused by his wife's serious illness, and the whole person seemed more energetic.

  It’s no wonder that this old **** is able to flourish in Fufeng City. Not to mention that his fortune-telling skills are true or false, but with his superb EQ, he can stand out from a group of mediocre people.

  The old **** is talking about the many ways of fate in the home.

  When he said this, he suddenly turned his head to look at the old city of Wen, and smiled gently.

   "This little friend seems to have a close relationship with my Taoist school. I wonder if the little friend is interested in entering my Taoist school?"

  Jian Shujie and Shang Kui look towards Wenjiu City together.

  Wen Old City was startled at first, and then his face was helpless.

   "Sorry, my heart is full of mundane and mundane things, and I cannot get into Taoism. Let me continue to perish in the mundane world."

  The old fairy didn't seem to be surprised by this result, and smiled.

   "We Taoists pay attention to quietness and inaction, physical and mental freedom, since the little friends don't want it, it's not easy to demand it."

  He then turned around, raised his hand to touch his snow-white beard, and his smile became more profound.

   "However, the face of the little friend of the poor Taoist temple seems to have something on his mind recently, why don't you let the poor Taoist give you a divination?"

With the old god’s reputation in Fufeng City, there are countless people who visit him every day to ask him for fortune-telling, and he is not always willing to come. A daughter in the sense is hard to find.

  This is the first time Jian Shujie has seen an old **** propose to give someone a fortune-telling, and Jian Shujie can't help being surprised.

  However, Wen Old City declined politely.

   "Thank you Dao Chang for his kindness, I am ashamed in my pocket, I'm afraid I can't pay the Guajin."

  Jian Shujie was in a hurry when he was in a hurry.

  The old **** is not only not annoyed, but smiles more cordially.

   "It is said that you are destined to Dao Sect. You came here very coincidentally. It just so happens that there is still the last hexagram of Pang Dao today's three hexagrams, and there is no need for hexagram gold."

  The other party has said it for this reason, and the old city of Wen is not good enough to refuse, so he replied.

   "This is a long way to go, and I have indeed been annoyed by something recently..."

  His words had just begun, when he was interrupted by the old god.

   "You don't have to say it, little friends, let the poor do count."

  The old **** closed his eyes, and the fingers of his right hand kept changing, as if he was pinching some tricks.

  The others in the room were concentrating and holding their breath, waiting quietly.

  After a while, the old **** opened his eyes, probably because he was getting older. The color of his pupils looked much lighter than ordinary people. It was a translucent smoky gray, with a quiet breath after the years had settled.

  He is unhurried and authentic.

  "The thing that little friend worries about recently should be related to one person.

  That person has a deep friendship with you. You are not brothers, but better than brothers.

  The person has recently disappeared. You are very worried, afraid that he will be in danger.

  The reason why you came to Fufeng City is to find him. "

  Shangkui did not know the relationship between Wenjiucheng and Fang Wujiu, but he and Wenjiucheng came to Fufeng City to find Fang Wujiu.

  Unexpectedly, the old **** would just tell the truth with ease.

  Shangkui couldn't help being shocked.

  He couldn't help but shake. Could it be that he had misunderstood that this old **** is actually not a liar, but a truly capable person?

  Wen Old City turned to look at Jian Shujie.

  Jian Shujie understood what he was suspicious, and solemnly clarified.

   "I didn't mention anything about you looking for someone, I can swear."

  The old fairy touched his beard, and said with a smile: "The person the little friend is looking for is now in a trap, and it is difficult to protect himself. If the little friend wants to save him, he must hurry up."

   Shangkui couldn’t help but asked, “Can the Taoist master figure out where that person is now?”

  The old fairy smiled slightly, and calmly responded, "Of course."

   Shangkui immediately came to the spirit: "Please help us!"

  The old **** said leisurely: “Pan Dao’s three hexagrams have been calculated today, and the next hexagrams must be paid for hexagrams. One hexagram requires at least one hundred taels of silver.”

  Just in case, Shangkui took a lot of money with him this time.

   Hearing this, he immediately took out two silver notes with a denomination of fifty taels, put them in front of the old god, and then looked at the old **** with expectant eyes.

  The old **** did not go to get the silver ticket, but continued.

   "In addition to the Gua Jin, you have to tell Pang Dao the eight characters of that person's birthday."

  Shangkui has no friendship with Fang Wujiu. He only knows that Fang Wujiu is the imperial physician in the palace, which is quite trustworthy for the imperial concubine. As for Fang Wujiu's personal information, he doesn't know at all.

  He immediately looked at the old city of Wen sitting next to him, and asked in a low voice.

  "Does Mr. Fang know the birthdate of the doctor?"

  Wenjiucheng nodded: "I know."

   Immediately after that, he reported a series of birthdates.

  The old **** closed his eyes again, and the fingers of his right hand kept changing.

  When he opened his eyes, he raised the corners of his mouth and showed a helpless smile.

   "The horoscope of this birthday that the little friend said is wrong."

  Shangkui was taken aback and said in disbelief, "How could it be wrong? Could it be that Mr. Wen remembered it wrong?"

  Wen Jiucheng did not answer Shangkui’s question. He fixedly looked at the old **** and spoke calmly.

   "How can the Taoist master be sure that this birth date is wrong? Have you seen the missing person?"

  As soon as this statement came out, both Shang Kui and Jian Shujie's expressions changed a lot.

  Jian Shujie is stunned, while Shang Kui is wary.

  Sang-kui subconsciously pressed his right hand on the hilt of the knife hanging from his waist, and made a move that he could attack at any time.

  The atmosphere became tense in an instant.

  The old **** seems to be unaware of this, still smiling.

  "My little friend misunderstood. Pang Dao has never seen that person. Pang Dao is only familiar with numerology.

  Calculated based on the birth date given by the little friend, the missing person died a few years ago.

Since    is a dead person, why bother to come to Fufeng City to find someone?

  This is unreasonable,"

  (End of this chapter)