On the street, men, women, old and young kept walking back and forth. Trying to find someone among such a crowded crowd was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Ximen Qing felt a thump in his heart. This feeling was very bad, like a needle pricking him, making him helpless.

Calm down.i^

Walking on the old street, Ximen Qing looked around, frowning, and intuitively told himself that he was being watched!

Suddenly, Ximen Qing saw the man in black reappearing under a streetlight, and in an instant he blended into the crowd. Ximen Qing hurriedly chased in the direction of the man in black, running through the crowd and causing a lot of trouble.

Cursing.

"Damn it, you are blind"

"Damn it, don't you have eyes?"

Bang, bang, Ximen Qing was furious. Without saying a word, he flew forward and kicked the person next to him. Then he turned around, slapped another person with his hand.

"What a show, get out of here." Ximen Qing knocked down the two of them in an instant and quickly chased after the man in black.

As we pass through the streets, the crowds are getting smaller and smaller. Damn it, where are the people? Why are they gone?

Standing in an alley with only a few people, Ximen Qing looked around. There were no other people in black. In the alley, several old men with white beards wearing spectacles sat on wooden stools. On the ground, one by one.

On the white cloth, there are some divination words written on it.

The breeze blew Ximen Qing's flaxen hair, and he stood in the alley. Ximen Qing was very vigilant. Damn it, if he was surrounded in this dead end, he would be in danger of death. Ximen Qing looked at these sixty-year-old old men and walked to a horoscope prediction machine.

In front of the stall.

"Old man, did you see a man in black passing by here just now?"

"Haha, young man, if you tell fortunes, I'm old enough to give you some advice. If you ask about other people's things, I don't know."

Fortune telling? Damn, am I so superstitious? Man can defeat God! Everything depends on man! I don’t believe this!

Turning around to leave, Ximen Qing suddenly stopped.i^

"Young man, you must be steady and win in everything. Don't be reckless or impatient. Looking at your face, I will tell you that you are not from this world. You came from time to time."

What? Did you see it? So powerful?

Ximen Qing was slightly shocked. Could it be that this ordinary old man was a fortune teller?

How did Ximen Qing know that fortune tellers were basically deceitful and had unique abilities to observe people's emotions. Of course, there were some experts, but how could those great gods be willing to live here in this ungrateful alley?

"Young man, let's test a hexagram. It will bring you all the benefits and no harm."

Ximen Qing looked at this old man in his sixties, squatted down slightly, and said, "Show me how many women I have."

"Young man, looking at your face, you are destined to be a peach blossom, a dragon among men." The sixty-year-old man looked at Ximen Qing for a moment and said slowly: "Strange, why can't I see your future?"

"Old man, how do you know I came from time travel?" Ximen Qing wondered, can you really tell my origin?

The old man stroked his gray beard and pretended to be serious: "The secret must not be revealed, guess what?"

"Fuck, mental illness meets mental illness, two handfuls of cooking, one will taste bad!"

Ximen Qing listened attentively and looked along the sound. In an inconspicuous place in the alley, a slovenly old Taoist was sitting cross-legged. His Taoist robe was in tatters, and his exposed skin was covered with plaster. The breeze blew by, and waves of stench hit him.

Come.

"Old man, don't fucking compete with me for business." The sixty-year-old old man blew his beard and glared, covering his nose and said angrily: "You're not fucking mentally ill. You just sit here every day and you don't know what to do. You stink like hell. Damn you!"

Yes, I wanted to go out to earn some living expenses, but when I met such an idiot like you, forget it and go back to push Pai Gow."

The sixty-year-old old man packed up the stalls, spat lightly at the old man, and walked away.

Ximen Qing visually inspected the old man and had a strange feeling. Damn it, the more he looked at him, the more he looked like Wu Dalang? Could it be that Wu Dalang was reincarnated? He stopped selling sesame cakes? He changed his profession?

"Young man, look at these things from Pindao. They are all good things."

Ximen Qing glanced at the old Taoist. On the ground, there were many strange things piled up in a mess. Damn it, you look so damn much like my love rival! I feel so awkward about you! I didn’t find the man in black, but I met someone who looked so similar to Wu Dalang.

, Damn, why are you so unlucky!

Ximen Qing gritted his teeth and walked up to Lao Dao, and immediately cursed: "You're just trying to compete, I'm going to get angry when I see you, who the hell do you think is mentally ill, do you believe I've destroyed you?"

"Young people are different. They have fierce firepower." The old Taoist played with the almost hairless Buddha dust in his hands, shook his head and sighed: "Young man, I can see these things in your eyes. They are all good things, and they are of high quality and good price.

"Lian"

Like, so similar, this is fucking Wu Dalang!

The more Ximen Qing looked at the old man, the more awkward he became. Damn it, didn't I just fix your wife? Then you can't blame me. Gold threads and jade pillars, a martyr girl is afraid of stalking a man, doesn't your wife feel comfortable too? It's just weird.

I can't live!

Ximen Qing resisted the urge to beat Lao Dao. He made a show of his mother. If he came out to fool around, he would have to pay back sooner or later. Whatever, seeing how embarrassed you were, I would just buy these junk things from you. He lowered his head and looked at the pile of strange things in front of Lao Dao.

Ximen Qing licked the thing for a long time, and his eyes lit up. Damn it, isn't this the "Magical Book of Magic" created by the demonic Yinnu Hua Wushuang during her lifetime?

Good stuff! I found a treasure! Ximen Qing looked up to the sky and laughed, "Hahaha, old man, how much does this book cost? Please give me a price and I will buy it."

"Young man, this book is the secret book in the house. With this book in hand, you will be invincible in the world."

"Don't be so fucking wordy." Ximen Qing hurriedly put the book into his trouser pocket, smiling brightly. Damn it, with this book in hand and with my own magic medicine, I can taste all the beauties in the world!

Huh? What is this? Ximen Qing saw a very small blood-colored bead among a bunch of strange things. He reached out and took it. After examining it carefully, he didn't see anything special. Damn it, it's enough to get Hua Wushuang's unique skills.

Enough, "Old Taoist, this thing is a gift for buying this book."

Bang, Ximen Qing reached out and took out a bunch of small red tickets and threw them in front of the old man. He held the beads and hummed a tune and walked out of the alley.

The old Taoist looked at Ximen Qing who was getting away with the little red ticket, and said to himself: "Young man, everything is God's will." After saying that, the old Taoist stood up and looked at a corner of the alley, his eyes were like lightning, "Young man, everything is God's will."

You can't kill him"

The old man's words echoed in the alley, and several other fortune-telling old men in their 60s scoffed at this. What kind of bad luck did this old man have? Damn it, that young man is so damn rich and generous. Another one.

spendthrift!

"Young man, you must know that when the mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole is behind!" The old Taoist ignored the expressions of the old men, put away the stall, dusted off the Buddha dust, and laughed: "Damn, I'm going shopping, I have to be cool too.

"

The alley was empty. At this moment, several old men in their 60s also put away their stalls and left. After a while, a man in black suddenly appeared in a corner of the alley and murmured: "That old Taoist is a master, but there is another master who is here for me.

Could it be Ximen Qing, Sanpao’s bodyguard?”

The man in black thought for a moment, then jumped up on the spot, flying over the eaves and walking over the wall as if he were walking on flat ground.

Damn it, I didn't find the man in black but found Hua Wushuang's secret book. Ximen Qing touched the "Thumbs of Magic" in his trouser pocket and was so excited that he died. Damn it, I don't know where they died.

Ximen Qing was walking leisurely along the old street. When he turned a corner, he suddenly saw a group of people surrounding him, and among the crowd came bursts of men's whistles and women's begging for mercy.

A note to readers:
Chapter completed!