The night in Xiangjiang is brightly lit.

The lights of tall buildings shine on the sea surface of Victoria Harbor, and as the waves fluctuate, they change into colorful scenes.

The old man went to attend the welcome party held by the Governor of Hong Kong. He had not come back yet. After Han Xuan fell asleep, he was bored and planned to go out for fun. He met his grandfather who happened to be back at the door of the InterContinental Hotel, so he pulled him out together.

Near the end of the year.

In order to have a new look in the New Year, my grandfather suggested that Han Xuan, who was suffering from disasters, would go to a temple to worship, burn a few incense sticks, and ask for blessings from the Bodhisattva.

If you want to have fun at night and burn incense and worship Buddha, it is naturally the most famous place in Kowloon Sesame Oil Di Temple Street. There is the largest Tianhou Temple in Kowloon District, and the incense has always been in full swing.

There are all cars on the road, and pedestrians have no idea of ​​"going to walk on the zebra crossing". From time to time, you can see someone standing foolishly in the middle of the road. This porcelain is too unprofessional. If you encounter a quick train with a brain-drawn driving, you will probably have to burn it to him if you lose money.

The night view of the city is exactly the opposite of the countryside. It is full of vitality. The roof of the building is decorated with colorful neon lights, illuminating the entire city like daytime.

Vehicles on the road stop and move, the sound of horns continues, pedestrians shuttle on the sidewalks, and shops open their doors to welcome guests at any time.

Come to Temple Street and get off.

From time to time, you can see gangsters around you. They are particularly outstanding in temperament, afraid that others will not know that they are in the underworld, with tattoos exposed outside, with an arrogant attitude of looking at people with their eyebrows and eyes facing the sky, and using their nostrils to look at people.

The underworld is still a lifetime system, and small-scale fights occur from time to time. The underworld plots in the Hong Kong movies in the 1990s are a true portrayal of the current Hong Kong.

In a few years, if you fight, you will be invited to have a maid, and the appearance fee will be 500 Hong Kong dollars, and you will only help you with your appearance. The big guys have a tacit understanding and will not take action, because a fight may make them bankrupt.

This seemingly promising profession is actually mostly just for food and clothing and to make some fun. In the words of "The Godfather", a thousand gang members are not as fast as a law firm to make money...

Han Xuan looked around. He liked strange cities because everything was novel.

Various signs with traditional Chinese characters, small stalls with grilled squids, and Southeast Asians dressed in weird clothes are all attractions to watch.

I queued up to buy a curry fish ball. I just finished eating it and met a durian stall.

He used to feel resistant to this kind of strange fruit that looks like a meteor hammer and tastes more like something in the toilet, but seeing so many people gathered in front of the stall to buy it, he followed it over and tried it.

Under the terrified gaze, Han Xuan took a bite and chewed it subconsciously. The smell immediately changed his face!

Covering his mouth, he hurriedly found a trash can, holding his knees with both hands, bent down and spitting out, shouting with a bitter face: "Shuishui! No, ater!"

This time the bodyguards understood and ran to a coconut stall. Jason took out a triangular thorn from somewhere, poked it in hard, and trotted it to Han Xuan with a straw.

The boss really wants to remind him that he didn't pay, but he can't talk nonsense at this time. Foreigners who go out with knives in Xiangjiang are all the masters of the Raptors crossing the river. They can get poor and grab worthless coconuts. How vicious it is.

A tourist accidentally kicked over a broken bowl filled with money and sprinkled coins all over the floor. He cured the lame beggar's leggings' leg severity for many years. He stood up and looked fierce like a hungry wolf, not as weak as Lin Daiyu just now.

Han Xuan was using sweet Saga fruit to remove the durian smell in his mouth. He immediately placed the durian on the "inedible blacklist" in his heart. When he recalled, he felt like he was about to vomit.

The aftertaste lingers in my mouth. I bought a bag of green betel nuts, picked up a piece and put it in my mouth to chew it.

At this time, an old man with fairy spirit stopped him. As soon as he came over, he pointed at Han Xuan with his finger, looking anxious: "My friend, I see that your Yin Tang is black, this is a disaster!"

Han Xuan had just seen him and said this to five tourists. He cursed the old liar in his heart and said, "I don't understand Cantonese."

"My friend, I see that your Yin Tang is black. This is a disaster!" The old man immediately repeated the sentence in Mandarin, and the expression on his face was the same as before.

Han Xuan chewed betel nut and gave his eyes a blank. He was so versatile. He actually said so standard in Mandarin and said casually in English: "Sorry, I'm not familiar with Chinese. Please say it again?"

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The old man saw that the boy was teasing himself, his eyes were smiling and his kind-hearted look, and turned his target to Guo Muzhou: "I'm there, I'll do it for you, grandson?"

After looking at the small street stall in front of Tianhou Temple, Han Xuan said, "Okay, no money is allowed."

"Look at what you said, I'm not for money, but we're destined to be destined, so I want to help you get through the difficulties."

"Then I won't give it to you, thank you, kind-hearted person."

"Cough, cough!"

The old man patted his chest and said that he had never seen such a bad child after living such a big life, but his parents usually pay for it, so he didn't care much about Han Xuan's words.

When I arrived at the gate of Tianhou Temple, I walked around the cloth stall and sat down with a small stool, and reached out to signal the grandfather and grandson to sit there too.

Han Xuan stared at the eight trigram diagram on the ground with stones pressing the four corners, which contained Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui. He was interested in writing his birthday to the old charlatan to see what he could say.

The old man closed his eyes, pinched his fingers for a long time, and muttered: "The birth of the pig is born, the sea is the life of the water, and the five elements lack fire.

Mr. Guo, your grandson will have great luck in the future!

His career was even more amazing. He was rich and honored throughout his life. In ancient times, he was the fate of being a marquis immediately and Donghuamen to make a name for himself!

Look at his palm, a vertical line is directly connected to the ring finger. This is called the wealth line. In the future, when you go to business and seek wealth, you will definitely be like flowing water and continuous."

Han Xuan could not deny this. If there were so many bodyguards around him, he would not be able to see that his family was rich anymore, which would be really blind.

But Guo Muzhou was happy and had an old face. One was peach blossom, the other was fortune, and his career and love were both the same. Han Xuan took it. How could he be unhappy?

He asked, "My grandson often encounters strange things recently. Why do you think it is?"

"I was about to say...he is hitting Tai Sui!"

Han Xuan was shocked and dug out a Tai Sui from his own snow-capped ranch, but this old fortune teller would not know.

When the old man saw his expression, he thought he had finally scared the child and touched his beard with pride.

"Tai Sui is also called Tai Sui Xingjun. It moves once every twelve months, and it moves very much after twelve years.

This child is about to meet the twelveth now. This year, he may be in conflict with Tai Sui. If it is not resolved, it will be even more powerful next year, and there will be even bloody disasters!"

"What should I do?"

The richer he is, the more superstitious he is. Guo Muzhou was frightened by him. Han Xuan was indeed in constant disaster this year.

When the old fortune teller looked embarrassed, he didn't speak for a long time, and knew he wanted money.

With the mentality of spending money to buy peace, Guo Muzhou took out a small stack of Hong Kong dollars from his wallet, about two or three thousand, and handed it to him.

The old fortune teller struggled like a moment. After a long time, he sighed and took out a yellow paper talisman from his arms that was folded into gossip and tied with red lines.

On it, Han Xuan's birth date and said to Guo Muzhou: "Tao your grandson to the side hall to find the statue of Tai Sui Xingjun, kowtow three times in front of the statue, and then burn it.

The last talisman I asked for from Qingcheng Mountain is left. I will donate the money to that Taoist temple and thank you for them."

Han Xuan didn't believe it from beginning to end. When his grandfather donated 10,000 yuan to the Tianhou Temple, someone took him to a statue of Tai Sui Xingjun that was more than 30 centimeters tall, and he had no choice but to kneel down.

At this time the ground sways and the light suddenly turns black!

But in two or three seconds, it lighted up again.

"The earthquake happened?" Han Xuan asked.

His grandfather replied: "I don't know, kowtow quickly, burn it after the kowtow."

He knocked it three times quickly, lit the talisman with a candle, and burned it...

After they left, a middle-aged man came here to sweep the floor.

I accidentally discovered an abnormality, stared at the statue for a while, and said to myself:
Chapter completed!