Chapter six hundred and fiftieth God stick possessed
Lin Chuang was really hungry and ate two steamed buns in a row. As soon as he wiped his mouth, Liu Ermeng came back.
After less than twenty minutes of walking back and forth, Liu Ermeng's movements could not be described as unpleasant.
"Did you get it?" Lin Chuang asked in surprise when he saw a baggage in his hand.
"Yeah." Liu Ermeng nodded, lifted the bag and said, "Throw the money."
I just bought it with money.
This guy is very flexible.
"Boss, come to three more cages." Lin Chuang asked the boss to serve the buns.
Liu Ermeng opened his mouth wide and took one bite at a time. The three steamed buns were eaten in less than five minutes.
"Are you full?"
"Um."
"Then let's go."
…
The two of them walked to a quiet place. Lin Chuang opened the bag and took a look. It was a Taoist robe. It was full of divination tools.
There is a piece of red cloth with a Bagua picture on it, a sign tube, a horse tie, a sash, and a long flag. On the flag cloth are written the four words "Tiekou Straight Cut".
In addition, there is a black robe, two white stockings, a pair of black cloth shoes, a black melon-skin felt hat, and a pair of round sunglasses.
Lin Chuang looked at it and realized that the person Liu Ermeng was "throwing money at" was not a Taoist, but a real fortune teller.
I brought all the things people were wearing, but the fortune teller couldn't go back naked? How much money did this cost?
"How much did it cost?" Lin Chuang asked.
"Ten dollars."
"Ten dollars? Fortune tellers are really cheap!"
…
Lin Chuang changed his clothes, and Liu Ermeng took a look and saw that he looked like a fortune teller. Except for the three tufts of goatee under his chin, there were no flaws at all.
"Sir, you are really awesome. You can pretend to be a human being or a ghost. You can pretend to be anything you want." Er Meng praised in his heart.
"Have you remembered everything I told you?" Lin Chuang asked.
"Yeah." Liu Ermeng wrapped Lin Chuang's clothes in a bag and carried them on his back.
Seeing Lin Chuang ask, he nodded quickly.
"Let's go, let the mountain people tell fortunes!"
…
Lin Chuang went straight to the north entrance of Baihua Lane alone.
"Destiny is unpredictable, changes are like Kunpeng! The ancestral craftsmanship is straight-forward. Calculate fortune and marriage. Calculate accurately. Don't waste money!"
When Lin Chuang walked to the alley, he saw several secret agents looking towards him and shouted loudly.
His shouting was very particular.
"Destiny is unpredictable, and changes are unpredictable." This sentence evolved from Du Fu's poem "Moving at the foot of Yueyang City".
The original poem is "Tunan is unpredictable, changes are like Kunpeng". In order to fit the identity, "Tunan" was changed to "destiny".
The focus of this poem is still the word "Kunpeng".
Lu Ze's codename is "Kunpeng".
Of course, this shout can only deceive these people. If he meets an educated person, he will not dare to deceive him.
…
While shouting, he looked at the spies.
It looks like he is trying to make money from them, and I hope someone will challenge me.
The agents didn't react at first, but Lin Chuang shouted twice more. The agents all curled their lips and sneered. Apparently they didn't believe it, or they didn't want the fortune teller to make money.
Lin Chuang was secretly happy when he saw this, and turned into the alley while shouting.
"Hey, fortune teller, come here, come here." A fat man shouted.
"I knew you wouldn't let strangers in." Lin Chuang thought to himself.
"Sir, do you want to tell your fortune?" Lin Chuang was thinking, hurried over and asked eagerly.
"Is your hexagram accurate? Don't be just trying to trick people, right?" the fat man asked.
"It says on the flag, no money required. If I am not accurate, you will smash my flag." Lin Chuang said confidently.
"How much does one hexagram cost?" the fat man asked.
"One piece." Lin Chuang said.
"It's too expensive," said the fat man.
"Whether it's expensive or not depends on what you say. My fortune-telling, Shanren, is different from others. Not only can I tell fortunes, but I can also decipher them. If I decipher your bad luck and make you rich and prosperous in the future, and everything goes well, is one dollar still expensive?
?" Lin Chuangdao.
"Hey, you're really eloquent," said the fat man.
"Sir, do you want to tell your fortune?" Lin Chuang asked.
The fat man rolled his eyes, pointed at a thin man behind him, and said to Lin Chuang, "Then you do the math for him."
When the thin man heard this, he came forward with a playful smile.
"Okay. It's not open today, so this hexagram is considered a gift." Lin Chuang glanced at the man and saw that the thin man had no flesh on his cheeks, shrugged and smiled, and he knew at a glance that he was a bitch.
If you count this kind of person, then you can count them accurately.
Lin Chuang took out the maza, laid out the Bagua diagram, pressed down one corner with a stick, put the robe and flags by the wall, and started the calculation.
"Tell me about your birthday." Lin Chuang said solemnly.
"People are born on the 15th day of July in the fifth year of the Republic of China. As you said, it doesn't cost money." After the thin man said the time of his birthday, he added.
"What the hell, you even care about a dollar, how can your damn life be cured?" Lin Chuang sneered secretly.
"Of course, Shanren keeps his word. Besides, Shanren can't bear to take money from you," Lin Chuang said.
"What do you mean?" The thin man asked with some displeasure upon hearing this.
"Your life is far worse than that gentleman." Lin Chuang pointed at the fat man and said.
The thin man and the fat man looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.
When Lin Chuang saw it, he felt more confident.
Lin Chuang closed his eyes, counted with his fingers, and muttered: "I coax you, I coax you to death. I coax you, and I coax you to death...".
The voice was very low, others could hear it but not clearly. They just thought the word was mysterious.
"Well, it seems that this fortune teller is quite good." The fat man thought to himself.
After a while, Lin Shengun opened his eyes and started to smoke!
"You were born in the fifth year of the Republic of China, your zodiac sign is Snake, and your fire zodiac sign is the light of a lamp." Lin Chuang said.
"That's right!" The thin man nodded repeatedly.
Lin Chuang wanted to laugh: "Isn't it accurate? This is obvious and not calculated."
The fat man was much smarter than the thin man, so he slapped him on the head and said, "Stop talking!"
"Why."
The thin man nodded.
"If the light from the lamp is not bright, you will have good health if you are born on the Ghost Festival." Lin Chuang recited a jingle, and then added two words: "Bad fortune."
When the thin man heard this, his face turned green.
"No, no, your calculation is wrong." The fat man said, "He is..."
"Stop talking." Lin Chuang stopped what he was going to say. He looked like he had a well-thought-out plan, and recited a jingle: "Official seals are mixed and everything is bad, and all kinds of skills show their magical powers. Learn all walks of life, and master everything."
loose."
After reading this sentence, Lin Chuang looked at the thin man and saw that he was wearing short clothes and looked like an idle man.
Only the bulging thing on the back is probably a pistol.
Lin Chuang glanced left and right, muttering: "It's weird, it's weird."
The thin man was a little frightened by what he saw: "Hey, I said, what's so surprising?"
"Judging from the hexagrams, although you have everything, you should not be dressed like this. You should have an official status and be paid a salary." Lin Chuang said.