The two old men drank some pimple soup and ate some noodles. Then they watched Su Butong eat.

"Budong, after you finish your meal, go take a bath and I will tell you your fortune." Mr. Xiao suddenly said.

"Fortune telling is superstitious!" Su Butong didn't believe in fortune telling.

"You still don't believe that you are stupid. There are so many rich people in Xiangjiang queuing up to ask their second son to count. It would be better for you. You don't know how to seize the opportunity when you come to visit." Mr. Ding looked like a child who cannot be taught.

"Okay, I think it's too troublesome to have to take a shower to tell fortunes." Su Butong took advantage and behaved, leaving Mr. Ding not knowing what to say to him. In fact, Mr. Ding discovered that Su Butong was completely

He acted like a family member. If Su Butong was a little reserved when we first met, now he completely agrees with these elders in Hongmen from the bottom of his heart.

After dinner, Su Butong took a bath at Master Ding. Master Ding said there were no suitable clothes for him, so he found him a nightgown.

Mr. Xiao was already waiting for him in the study. He lit a few incense sticks in the study, filling the study with fragrance.

"Sit." Mr. Xiao asked Su Butong to sit under him.

"Tell me your date of birth." Mr. Xiao rolled up his sleeves and took out a small silk bag from his arms. It looked like it had been used for many years. He poured out three Qianlong Tongbao coins from the bag.

Su Butong told his birth date. Mr. Xiao muttered a few words silently, and then handed the copper coins to Su Butong to perform the divination.

The hexagram is divided into six lines. Su Butong threw it six times in a row, and every time two of the three copper coins were always facing up.

Mr. Xiao's expression changed slightly and he said: "Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement. This is a good prediction for you, Bu Dong."

"But please explain the hexagram." Su Butong wanted to hear what Mr. Xiao had to say.

"Qian, the sky, is symbolized by the dragon... The dragon can lurk in the valley, or soar in the nine heavens... This hexagram is extremely precious..." Mr. Xiao explained to Su Budong.

The two stayed in the study for an hour before Mr. Xiao and Su Budong came out.

"How is it?" Mr. Ding asked.

Su Butong smiled but didn't answer. He looked at the time and it was time to go to the appointment, so he said to Mr. Xiao, "Don't forget about me for a while."

Mr. Xiao said angrily: "I can't forget it. I'll call you right now."

Third Master Ding asked his driver to see off Su Butong. After seeing off Su Butong, he asked Second Master Xiao, "What is Su Butong's fortune?"

Mr. Xiao was in a daze. He remembered the hexagram Su Budong had just made. He did not answer the question directly, but said: "In the past, Liu Bang drew a seven-foot sword and chopped the white snake into two pieces. An old woman cried and said: 'My son is the White Emperor.

Also, he turned into a snake and was in power, but now he is beheaded by the Red Emperor's son. Later Lu Pheasant set up a hexagram on Mangdang Mountain, and Liu Bang later revolted and became the founding monarch based on this."

Mr. Ding Sanye said dissatisfiedly: "The emperor of the Han Dynasty killed the snake and revolted. It is in the play. Even a three-year-old child knows it. You hurry up and get down to business."

Second Master Xiao asked: "Then let me ask you, which hexagram did Empress Lu create in Mangdang Mountain?"

Mr. Ding Sanye said: "Do you still need to ask? It's Na Qianweitian... Could it be..."

Mr. Xiao nodded: "I have only seen one hexagram in my life, and all six lines are correct."

Mr. Ding Sanye asked: "Is there no change of heart? There is no Lao Yin and Lao Yang?"

Mr. Xiao shook his head: "No, this boy is lucky. No matter which industry he is in, he will definitely be a king."

Mr. Ding Sanye asked: "What if we are in Hongmen?"

"That's what's wrong. If we were in Hongmen, we would have regrets."

Mr. Ding smiled bitterly and said, "What should we do? It's not easy for the boss to explain."

Mr. Xiao pinched his fingers and calculated Su Butong's horoscope again, and suddenly said: "No, this boy's destiny has been changed against the will of heaven."

Mr. Ding said with a bitter face: "Don't be so surprised. How can you change your destiny against the will of heaven?"

"Fifth of his life span is twenty, and it's a disaster caused by floods. No, his fate was not changed against the will of heaven, but..." Mr. Xiao revealed the secret and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Third Master Ding was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. "Second Brother, are you okay? Second Master?" Third Master Ding hurriedly asked someone to bring him a glass of water.

Mr. Xiao took a sip of water, drank it with blood, and said with a wry smile: "It's not serious, but it seems that the matter we discussed is going to have twists and turns. This child's destiny is extremely precious, and we cannot manipulate it with our human power.

"

"Is there any solution?"

"Replace people's hearts with people's hearts..."

"Is there any other way?"

"If there is any other way, we can only ask the person who inherited the true form of the God of Buyi from the Fengxue Temple in Liaodong. It's just that this generation's successor has long been unknown."

"Then find that person." Mr. Ding said.

"It's like looking for a needle in a haystack. It's better to wait until the time comes. Didn't Su Butong appear on his own?" said Mr. Xiao.

"Hey..." Mr. Ding sighed.

………………

Linghai, Liaodong.

In a wheelchair, a young man wearing glasses is playing with a turtle.

"Brother Chen, Brother Gao and the others are here to see you." The girl came to the young man in the wheelchair and said.

"Blind Chen, do you dare to challenge me in a chess game?" The voice came before anyone arrived.

"If you're not busy, let's talk about your trip to the treasure island first..."

"I'm just confused. Why did you insist on letting us go to Treasure Island? We almost died." Gao Shun said dissatisfied.

"Isn't this a good opportunity for you to become famous in the world?" the young man said.

"If you have a chance, please tell us what's going on!" Gao Shun said.

"To put it simply, we need to clear our name." The young man said.

"Aren't we originally white? Have you ever seen people who are worse off than us? We wash people's cars and do odd jobs every day, and the money we earn is pitiful. We haven't even felt comfortable farming at home. It's just a crappy job.

, I almost started a fight with those people in the capital." Gao Shun said.

"That young man I know, tell me about him." The young man said.

"That man, his name is Su Butong..." Sun Shenji was afraid that Gao Shun couldn't explain clearly, so he began to describe the man.

"Does he have a golden dragon?" the young man interjected.

"yes."

"That's right, we will soar into the sky from now on." The young man said, touching the turtle shell.

"Those things you said to both of us back then?"

"It's all on this man," the young man said.

"He is the young master you mentioned?" Sun Shenji said. "How did you know?"

"Because he has a golden dragon... Whoever gets the golden dragon can stir up troubles!" the young man said with great certainty.

…

Su Butong sneezed countless times when he came out of Mr. Ding's place today. "It must be a cold from taking a bath." Su Butong thought.

Before getting in the car, Mr. Ding gave him a Rolex, saying that he couldn't wear it, so Su Butong put it on without hesitation. The driver got off the car at Central. Su Butong originally wanted to go to the mall to buy some clothes.

As a result, I found that I didn’t bring any money with me, not even a credit card. All the money I paid yesterday was from Lin Muyu’s card.

Su Butong asked the driver to borrow 2,000 yuan and said he would pay it back in the evening. The driver smiled and said, "Master Thirteen, you are kidding me. You can spend the money as you like. If it is not enough, I will get it for you."

Su Butong didn't have the nerve to ask for more, so he took 2,000 yuan to the mall to buy dress pants. His pants were scratched by Mr. Xiao's wheelchair in the morning and turned into strips of cloth hanging on his legs.

Entering the mall, Su Butong found that 2,000 yuan, not to mention pants, might not even be able to afford trousers. He was a little stunned, why are the brands here so expensive?
Chapter completed!