Of course, the reason why Luyun Temple's signature master is so easy to make money is because of the effectiveness of Luyun Temple, which is famous throughout Yundong Province.
After Chen Xuan handed over four hundred yuan, the sign-in master began to look at Zhang Zhicheng's wooden sign.
Soon, the signing master smiled and said, "Congratulations to the lady for drawing one, your marriage will have a happy result. However, the signing instructions are not too hesitant in terms of love and marriage, and worry about gains and losses.
You should be more proactive so as not to miss a good marriage.”
When Zhang Zhicheng heard this, she was very well resolved. She was actually told by the master of the signature that she was worried about.
Hearing that she was asked to be more proactive, Zhang Zhicheng's pretty face couldn't help but turn red slightly, and he couldn't help but look at Chen Xuan.
She bit her teeth secretly, knowing what she should do.
A heart finally became firm.
Chen Xuan was secretly funny when he heard it. He hoped that the master's words were not lying, but real.
I really look forward to what the little girl will take the initiative to be...
Zhang Zhicheng quickly put away his joy and said with a sad face: "Master, thank you for your Ji Yan, but my boyfriend drew a lottery ticket. Please see what disaster he will encounter in the future."
"Please relax, Miss, I will explain the signature to your boyfriend now." The signature master has always only said good things and not bad things.
Even if you say bad things, try to be more tactful.
But when he took Chen Xuan's wooden sign, he couldn't help but be surprised.
This is more than just a sign-up, it is simply the most dangerous signing poem!
"Master, will something really happen to you?" Zhang Zhicheng became even more worried when he saw this.
The master of the Interpretation showed embarrassment and was a little confused about how to speak for a while.
Even if tourists who come to sign up for the visa will draw a lottery, the sign up master will tell you how to turn bad luck into good luck.
Because the so-called visa will not really cause tourists to encounter any major danger or disaster.
The master of the interpretation only needs to use the prepared words to deal with them.
But Chen Xuan's signing is not that simple.
The master of Luyun Temple, like this big temple, has been passed down by word of mouth. It is very effective and has real skills.
By signing poems and combining them with Chen Xuan’s face, he concluded that Chen Xuan would be in great danger in the near future!
Moreover, he knew that as the sign-in person, he could not turn Chen Xuan into good fortune.
This made him not know how to speak.
"Master, how lucky I am in this signing, just tell me." Chen Xuan said calmly.
Although this master seemed a bit accurate, he still didn't believe in asking for a sign like this.
He only believes in his own power.
"Then I'll say it." The master of the interpretation sign always has to say a set of interpretation signs, "Sir, you will have a bloody disaster within a month. During this period, please do not go to the southeast of the provincial capital.
Otherwise, you will encounter the biggest crisis in your life and even involve the lives of others. In short, if you want to avoid such a great disaster, you must stay peacefully in the provincial capital city."
Chen Xuan was slightly stunned when he heard this.
Can the signature be so specific?
In Chen Xuan's impression, fortune tellers and signatures all rely on ambiguous words to deceive people.
This explanation of the master’s words mentions a more specific time and direction.
Although it is still vague, Chen Xuan thought that he still had one big thing to do within a month.
That is to go to the location of the Sports Special Forces, serve as the chief instructor for one month, and train special forces.
Will there be any major dangers during this time?
Special forces are a hundred times safer than where ordinary people live.
In the end, Chen Xuan didn't believe it very much, so he would not listen to the signing master and stayed honestly in the provincial capital city.
The master of the signature can tell from Chen Xuan's expression that this young man would not listen to his advice.
This is what the master of the explanation expected. He knew before that he could not successfully help Chen Xuan turn bad luck into good fortune.
Therefore, I could only shake my head secretly. This young man should have a death disaster and die at a young age. It's a pity.
Moreover, his girlfriend looks like a flower, but this young man has no luck in getting it.
When the Jieshi Master thought of this, his heart suddenly jumped.
Why do a couple ask for a signature poem about conflicting signing fortunes?
The man is going to die within a month, but the woman is asking for a visa and is about to get a happy marriage.
It's so weird!
"Master, thank you for your signature for us." Zhang Zhicheng smiled and thanked again, and then looked at Chen Xuan, "This master's signature is really accurate. You must remember what Master said."
Chen Xuan nodded indifferently. He remembered it, but he didn't say he wanted to abide by it.
But when Chen Xuan and Zhang Zhicheng were signing, Feng Ruihang, the eldest son of the Feng family who had just been beaten away by Chen Xuan, was helped by two bodyguards to walk out of the gate of Luyun Temple.
"Mom, mom, where are you?" Feng Ruihang looked around and shouted.
Today, he was taken by his mother to Luyun Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha.
However, there is another reason.
"Master of Lantern Grass, Master of Lantern Grass, where have you been?" Feng Ruihang continued to shout, but the other person was calling out.
He looked at the pavilion next to the mountain gate again. There were many tourists resting, but there was still no sign of his mother or "Lightgrass Master".
The two bodyguards also helped to check around.
After looking around, the three of them finally saw a noble lady and a middle-aged monk in a corner covered with shade.
This lady is about forty years old, wearing heavy makeup, wearing gold and silver, and is a half-old Xu lady.
The middle-aged monk was about forty years old, with a somewhat vulgar face and was wearing a gray robe that was completely different from the monk Luyun Temple. It was obviously not from Luyun Temple.
What makes people feel most devastating is that the noble lady actually hugged the monk, and she was kind to each other, and even if someone passed by and cast a strange look, she didn't care.
"Mom, Master Lancao, what are you doing here?" Feng Ruihang was shocked when he saw this scene.
When the noble lady and the monk heard Feng Ruihang's voice, they immediately separated and sorted out their clothes. Both of them looked a little abnormal.
"Ruihang, why are you coming out? Didn't you line up in the temple?" The lady explained guiltily while tidying up her clothes. Then she was shocked when she saw her son's face swollen.
"What's wrong with your face?"
When Feng Ruihang heard his mother mention this, he gritted his teeth in anger: "Mom, I'm bullied!"
"Who dares to bully you? Take mom to see him!" Feng's mother came over and looked at her son's face with distress.
Someone dared to put such heavy hand on his son and lived impatiently!
Feng Ruihang said angrily: "That guy knows martial arts!"