(Readers, if you think Xiaoqin’s writing is pretty good, please give me some flowers and treat me as a distinguished guest. More importantly, you can save it first so that you can read it later. The method of saving is: click "" on the page Just add it to the bookshelf... Your support is the biggest motivation for Xiaoqin's writing! In addition, readers who like this book and want to discuss the plot with Xiaoqin and the book friends of "The Legend of Brother Gan", please add "Qian Ge" "Brother Legend" official book club: qq:940286016, when adding friends, please indicate the words "Brother Gan Legend", thank you! No more nonsense, let's continue reading...) "Haha, give me a free hexagram, those on the street Those who claim to be half-immortals say this, but in the end they will make you dizzy and pay for it obediently!" Chen Hu said with a sneer. From his words, it seemed that he had been deceived before.
"Haha, young people shouldn't say things like that. Monks don't lie. I'm different from those gangsters..." The bald old monk said to Chen Hu with a smile.
"Haha, okay, then you can tell me the fortune and I'll see if it's accurate..." Chen Hu also looked at the bald monk and replied.
"I am Amitabha, I only give favors to those who are destined, you..." the bald old monk said, looking at Chen Hu and shaking his head.
"You old monk is still in high spirits. Brother Gan, just let him tell your fortune. I want to see how long he can deceive you!" Chen Hu was so angry with the bald monk that he loudly said to Brother Gan.
"Haha, Brother Hu, don't be angry. He is an old man after all, so be respectful..." Brother Gan smiled and said to the angry Chen Hu, and then looked at the bald old monk.
I saw this old monk, wearing gangster white-soled cloth shoes and a gray-yellow linen monk's robe with a few patches. He was more than seven feet tall, had a kind face, held Buddhist beads in his hand, and seemed to be mumbling something, but if you look closely, He stared at Brother Gan with a motionless smile. If he hadn't seen the wives on Chen Hu and Hu Debiao, Brother Gan would have thought he had traveled through time in ancient times. The old monk's outfit did look a bit like the ancient Shaolin Temple shown in the TV series. , Brother Gan paid special attention to the old monk’s head. The reason why he emphasized his baldness is because he is not bald in the ordinary sense, but half-bald and half-bald, a bit like alopecia areata, with a few spots on his head. Sores.
"Haha, how are you, young man, have you seen enough? Do you count or not?" The bald monk asked with a smile as he looked at Brother Gang who had been staring at him for a long time.
"I dare to ask Master, so what if it counts? So what if it doesn't count?" Brother Gan still stared at the bald old monk and asked.
"Haha, even if you still have this fate, even if you don't have this fate, the fate is unknown..." The old monk replied with a mysterious smile.
"Since it's my fate whether it counts or not, then why should I bother myself and worry about it?" Brother Qian asked rhetorically.
"Haha, good, good! It's really extraordinary! Because forget it, you can see if I have fooled you..." After hearing Brother Gan's answer, the bald old monk replied with a smile.
"Okay, then I'll give it a try, but we've agreed that it's free, no money required..." Brother Gan said looking at Chen Hu's eager eyes.
"Don't worry, young man. I said you don't need any money to save me. Real fortune tellers never charge money. Fortune telling also relies on chance. Last night I was watching the sky and I was surprised to see a giant star rising from the east. It was purple. "Man, I knew I was going to meet a noble person today..." The bald old monk said boldly, and then went on to talk about last night.
"Okay, master, you'd better forget it quickly. We'll have something to do later..." Brother Qian knows the level and tricks of those so-called half-immortals, and he doesn't have time to talk nonsense with him here.
"Haha, young man, you are destined to achieve great things in this life, but the road is not so smooth. It can be said that there are no dangers. Good luck has its own destiny!" After speaking, the bald monk stood with his hands clasped in front of his chest and said. He said "Amitabha".
"Haha, Master, can you be more specific? Tell me something I can see, so that I can verify whether what you are saying is true or false!" Brother Gan listened to the bald old monk's confusion. The compliment was said with a smile.
"Haha, what do you mean if I give you something you already know? Fortune telling means telling your fortune and telling you things you don't know..." the bald old monk laughed.
"Haha, you are quite eloquent, so tell me what great things I can accomplish?" Brother Gan became more and more interested in this old monk.
"Your great deeds are what you want to do but can't do now. You are a hero, but heroes are tragic. It depends on how you turn danger into safety. The ending may not be so pessimistic..." The bald old monk continued.
"Then how can we avert danger?" Brother Gan asked.
"Then it depends on your magnanimity. A hero has great ambitions, a good plan, the ability to contain the universe, and the ambition to express heaven and earth! Remember, young people can bend and stretch, grow and shorten, and rise and rise. You are the real hero..." The bald old monk looked into the distance and muttered.
"Haha, Master, why do what you say sound so familiar to me? It seems to be what Cao Cao and Liu Bei said in "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" when they were cooking wine and discussing heroes..." Brother Gan asked with a smile.
"Haha, Cao Cao is nothing more than a tyrant at best. He can say such things, but they are just made up by future generations. I said these words hundreds of years ago, and they were copied by the person who wrote the book..." The old monk said it as if it was true.
"Haha, okay, master, don't say it anymore. You will call yourself a fairy later. It's hundreds of years since you said it. How old is Master?" Brother Qian asked with a smile, obviously not believing it.
"The secrets of heaven must not be leaked..." the bald old monk said with great dignity while twisting his beads.
"Haha, okay, master, if you don't leak it, then you won't leak it. I have to leave beforehand..." Brother Gan said and turned around to walk to the hospital with Hu Debiao and Chen Hu.
"Haha, young man, a hero, and the prime minister of the sky, remember that you will definitely have great ambitions in this life, but you have too many beauties, and you can't bear the love debt, haha..." After finishing speaking, the bald monk flicked his ragged cassock. There was no trace.
When Brother Qian heard "There are too many beauties and one cannot bear a debt of love", he immediately felt something. He turned around quickly to ask for help, but there was nothing behind him, and the bald monk was nowhere to be seen.
Hu Debiao and Chen Hu couldn't find any trace of the bald monk. Hu Debiao said in confusion: "Hey, it's strange. Is this old monk really a deity descending to earth? Why did he disappear all of a sudden..."
"Hey, you really believe it, Mr. Biao. I don't know where that old boy went and deceived people again. He's gone, gone..." Chen Hu said and turned around and walked towards the hospital, while Brother Gan and Hu Debiao were still standing. It's unbelievable to stand there stunned. Even a magician like Brother Gan can't run tens of meters in the blink of an eye. But as soon as he turns around, an old man just disappears without a trace. Is he really a god? ? Brother Gan shook his head and smiled when he thought of this. What was he thinking? He thought it was a movie. What a ghost! So he said to Hu Debiao who was also stunned next to him: "Let's go, Master Biao..."
Just when Godfather Hu Debiao, Chen Hu and the other three were walking downstairs of the hospital, the cell phone in Brother Godfather's pocket suddenly rang...