Chapter 164

Not to mention anything else, take Mr. Feng Shui for example. Both big and small stars and officials believe it, because they do have a set.

Zhao fan stared at the old stick angrily and said unconvinced, "you can fucking figure out when people will die. Why is there no way to crack it?"

This has always been Zhao fan's heart knot. At the beginning, if he found the old God stick, maybe his mother was still alive and enjoyed her old age, but now people have gone for so many years, no matter how much they say, they can't be recovered.

"Lying trough!" The old God stick turned his eyes in disgust: "you treat me like an immortal, can you bring me back to life? It's said that it's fate. Everyone can't escape that disaster. Fortunately, I ran away at the beginning, otherwise I have to annoy you. "

Zhao fan took a deep breath and shouted, "all right, don't talk about those useless. Count the word I just wrote."

Speaking of this, the old prodigy immediately closed his mouth, slowly clenched his fist, made a half ring, and then sighed: "boy, you have a disaster of blood..."

"His grandmother's!" Zhao fan immediately looked at the old God and said gnashing his teeth: "do you believe I smoke you!"

At the gate of Colonel Yun, the old boy's ears were very smart. As long as there were footsteps approaching, he would shake his head in order to attract business and say "please stay, sir, you have a disaster of blood..."

Who knows, the old God's stick shook his head seriously and said, "boy, this time is really not to solicit business. I mean it. The official word has two mouths. One bite the people and the other bite the peers. You will be bitten by the official and covered with blood."

"Hey... In fact, you shouldn't come to me. It's an eventful time for you."

"Two news, one good and one bad, which do you want to hear first?"

Zhao fan stares at the old magic stick and touches the palm of his hand. He can touch so many things. The old thing is about to become an immortal.

"Listen to the bad first." Zhao fan took out a cigarette, handed it over and lit one by himself.

The old magic stick felt a box of matches from his pocket and lit it. Then he slowly said, "the bad news is that you can't stay in this place. I'm afraid you have to leave, because your opponent has won. This is the general trend and you can't stop it."

Zhao fan was shocked. If others said so, he would feel that as long as he wanted to stay, even the people who came to pick peaches couldn't drive himself away, but he had to hesitate when an old God stick who hadn't seen him for several years and was still blind said it.

"What's the good news?" Zhao fan is a little upset. He can't stay. What's the good news?

The old stick thought for a while, then took a deep breath of smoke and said, "everyone writes different words. According to the pattern of your palm, your official word represents a deep inside story, but it doesn't mean you, but your family."

"Your family has a deep foundation, like the sun at its zenith. Your ancestral grave is in the best place of Feng Shui in the Kyushu Empire, that is, the imperial capital. Boy, your hometown is the imperial capital."

"In other words, the imperial capital is your blessed land. There is a huge family that will shelter you from the wind and rain and give you everything you want."

Zhao fan was stunned immediately. He stared at the old God stick strangely. From small to large, Zhao fan just heard my mother say that he took him from the imperial capital to Xihua City, and didn't say much about others.

And this damn Old God stick can say it by touching the palm of his hand with just one word. It's really the biggest thing in the world.

However, even if the family is so strong, Zhao fan still has some backbone. A woman works hard to bring up her child alone. If she doesn't have a story, why leave her hometown and come to Xihua city?

With this alone, Zhao fan will not climb the dragon and the Phoenix. He has only one mother in his life, Zhao Siyan!

I said that when I named him Zhao fan, I wanted him to be ordinary and happy all his life. Maybe I didn't finish... I just hope I don't go to the imperial capital to recognize my ancestors because I'm unwilling to be ordinary?

While Zhao fan was recalling the past, the old God stick stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "you're satisfied, boy. According to the rules, I pay for a cigarette a year, one cigarette a month, at least one hundred yuan a year. It's twelve thousand a year. Take the money!"

Zhao fan stared. NIMA said a few words and said twelve thousand. Is this money too easy to make?

Grass, no wonder the old God's business is so bad!

"What if I don't give it?" Zhao fan is not angry.

At the next moment, the old God stick had grabbed Zhao fan's arm, turned his white eyes and shouted: "people in our business must collect money according to the rules. This is the rule left by our ancestors. You can say as much as you say. Even a blind fortune teller, you want to break the bill and be shameless?"

"Last time, because you didn't pay me a month's cigarettes, I almost didn't work. Your sister, you don't want to run this time!"

Zhao fan has a black line on his face. A few passers-by have cast that kind of disdainful eyes. They don't know that they thought they bullied the blind fortune teller. This dog day's awe of him just now disappeared. They thought he was a strange man and a greedy Old God for a long time.

He quickly took out twelve thousand and stuffed them into the hand of the old God stick. The old man immediately licked his saliva with his fingers and quickly counted them. There were no more than twelve. Then he put them into his pocket with satisfaction, shook his head and turned his eyes and said, "boy, for your generous sake, I'll give you a free advice and leave this place quickly for refuge, otherwise there will be more than one bloody disaster, Will come one after another. "

Zhao fan glared at the old magic stick. Just now he said that his ancestors left rules to collect money. Is this a free gift?

At the exit of the alley, the lame man with a cigarette in his mouth, looked at the old stick trembling and leaving in the distance and said, "this old blind man is not simple, boy, do college students still believe in fortune telling?"

Zhao fan skimmed his mouth, followed the lame on the bus, then closed his eyes and leaned against the co pilot's seat and asked, "lame, do you believe in fortune telling, a soldier who has retired from the army?"

"Letter." The lame man started the car and said without hesitation: "some things you haven't seen don't mean they don't exist. No one can say whether myth created technology or technology created myth."

"Hundreds of years ago, ancient people believed that as long as they could fly to heaven, they were immortals and those who could transmit sound thousands of miles were top experts."

"With the advent of the era of science and technology, these myths have become a reality. Aircraft can make people go to heaven, mobile phones can transmit sound thousands of miles, and human existence is a myth."

Zhao fan looked at the cripple in surprise. He didn't expect that he still had this opinion. Yes, it's the era of science and technology, and myths have been suppressed, but there are still people like the old God stick. The world of MAHLE Gobi is really terrible.