Door-to-door dragon son-in-law

Chapter 1281 Everything Is Unlucky
What surprised Ye Chen was that Su Chengfeng even asked someone who knew Feng Shui to investigate him.

Although the old man spoke cryptically on the phone just now, the key points he mentioned still have a very clear direction.

For example, he said that he was only responsible for reading, calculating, and modifying. This sounds like the method of a Feng Shui master.

The role of a feng shui master, to a greater extent, is like the prime minister of an ancient country. He can find out the problems of the country and the country, and can provide solutions to the problems, but he is not a general, cannot kill people, and cannot lead troops to fight.

Maybe thousands of people will die because of the prime minister's words, but the prime minister's own hands will never be stained with blood.

Of course, not all prime ministers in history were honest and gentlemen, so among Feng Shui masters, there are naturally those who seek wealth and murder.

However, from Ye Chen's point of view, the old man in front of him seemed to be persistent.

It was also his attitude that made Ye Chen decide to wait and see and let him go temporarily.

Otherwise, he will choose to strike first.

Mai Chengxing didn't know that the true dragon fate he was looking for was actually in the same restaurant as him.

Since they came early and the food was served early, when Ye Chen and He Yuanjiang started to eat, he and Mike had already settled the bill, and the grandparent and grandson left the restaurant together.

Ye Chen didn't put too much energy on the grandparents and grandchildren, but kept asking He Yuanjiang about some of his mother's deeds back then.

For a long time, Ye Chen only understood the side of his mother as a wife and mother, but he didn't know what she looked like on the other side.

Now, through He Yuanjiang's introduction, he was finally able to make the image of his mother in his memory more three-dimensional.

After eating a meal for more than an hour, He Yuanjiang kept talking about the deeds of Ye Chen's mother, An Chengqi, and Ye Chen couldn't get tired of listening to it. Say.

He Yuanjiang's voice was smoky, and seeing that it was getting late, he took a sip of water and said to him: "Oh, about what happened to your mother back then, I might not be able to finish talking about it in a few months. Let me tell you here first, I still have class in the afternoon, so I have to go back early."

Upon hearing this, Ye Chen hurriedly said: "Okay Uncle He, then I won't disturb your work this afternoon."

He Yuanjiang nodded and instructed: "You must pay more attention to the situation on Zhiqiu's side. Once there is any news from her, no matter how late it is, you must tell me as soon as possible. Please." .”

Ye Chen agreed without hesitation: "Uncle He, don't worry, I will notify you as soon as there is any news!"

He Yuanjiang said: "Then it's hard work for you!"

When the two came out of the hotel, He Yuanjiang asked Ye Chen: "Ye Chen, what are your arrangements for the afternoon?"

Ye Chen said: "I'll go to Buckingham Palace to meet someone."

Ye Chen planned to go to Buckingham Palace to meet Chen Zekai. Since Su Chengfeng wanted to find himself out and kill him now, he would definitely have other tricks. He had to take precautions in advance, and at the same time, he had to find an opportunity to kill trouble before it happened, so Chen Zekai still needs to cooperate in many places.

He Yuanjiang didn't think much about it, and said, "Then I'll go back to school first, let's keep in touch!"

"Okay Uncle He."

Just as He Yuanjiang was about to leave, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a fortune-telling stall on the side of the road not far away.

Jinling itself is an ancient city, and most people here have the habit of looking at fortune-telling, so there are also many people looking at fortune-telling in the streets and alleys.

If it is the season of warm spring and flowers blooming, you can find a random street in the old city, and there will be a fortune-telling stall every ten steps along the road.

In addition, there are many big fairies who are sitting at home waiting for customers to come to their door.

This kind of big fairy usually uses the so-called gimmick of inviting the gods to help people with fortune-telling and divination, and sometimes helps people exorcise evil spirits.

The job that this kind of big fairy does most is to exorcise children.

The old man is superstitious that children will be frightened when they see unclean things, and then cry non-stop, so they asked Da Xianer to take a look.

Generally speaking, young people who don't believe in such things, including some old intellectuals, also dismiss such things.

It was the same with He Yuanjiang.

He has been abroad for so many years, and he has never been superstitious about these things. However, today his right eye kept twitching, and his daughter was participating in military operations with the Syrian government army. He was really worried, so he suddenly moved. The mind of the hexagram.

So, he said to Ye Chen: "Ye Chen, if you have something to do, do it first, I'll take a look over there."

Ye Chen saw that the direction he was pointing from out of the corner of his eye was the fortune-telling booth, so he asked, "Uncle He, do you want to find someone to do the math?"

He Yuanjiang nodded and sighed: "Hey, I now know why everyone has religious beliefs. It must be when I am as helpless as I am now. I really don't know what to do, so I can only pin my hopes on religion. Faith, or feudal superstition, is mainly to find a psychological comfort."

Ye Chen smiled slightly, and said, "Anyway, I don't have anything important to do, so I'll go with you."

He Yuanjiang didn't think much, nodded, and came to the fortune-telling booth with Ye Chen.

At this time, sitting in front of the fortune-telling booth was an old man with dark skin, gray hair and beard, and a little thin.

The old man looked about seven or eighty years old. He was sitting alone in front of the stall, unhurriedly stroking his beard on his chin, and he had the aura of a crane bone.

He Yuanjiang came to him, and before he could speak, the old man asked him: "Does this gentleman want to ask about good or bad luck?"

He Yuanjiang nodded and said, "I want to ask for my daughter to see if she is safe."

The old man hummed, pushed a bamboo tube filled with bamboo sticks over, and said, "Come on, thinking about your daughter, then shake a stick out."

He Yuanjiang hurriedly followed suit, thinking about his daughter, while shaking the bamboo tube, dozens of bamboo sticks in the bucket kept protruding out as he shook it, until one of them fell out of the bucket first.

He Yuanjiang opened his eyes, quickly picked up the bamboo stick, looked down at the writing on it, and said, "I heard that tonight is Shangyuan, and the silver lights and trees shine in the sky; there was a violent storm for no reason, and the Wanjia lights went out... What does it mean?"

The old man smiled slightly, and said inscrutablely: "This is the 32nd lottery of Che Gongling. If you need to unlock the lottery, please rejoice with five hundred yuan. It can be regarded as a good fortune."

When Ye Chen heard this, he concluded in his heart that the old man was a liar.

Fortune-telling by fortune-telling is a Taoist idea. As for randomness or blessings, this is a Buddhist idea.

It is absolutely impossible for a Taoist disciple to say words such as rejoicing and blessing. This feeling is like a monk saying that he can go to heaven to see God after donating money. The logic itself is problematic.

However, He Yuanjiang didn't know this.

He heard that the other party asked for 500 yuan, took out his mobile phone without any hesitation, and asked, "Can I scan the code to pay?"

The old man took out a payment code that had been printed long ago, and said with a smile, "Come on, scan this, WeChat and Alipay are fine."

He Yuanjiang was in a hurry to scan the QR code to pay. Ye Chen wanted to stop him, but after thinking about it, he was like an ant on a hot pot, and he definitely couldn't stop it by himself, so he didn't say much, just waited and watched.

Soon, He Yuanjiang completed the payment, and there was a notification sound from the old man's pocket, "Five hundred yuan into the account via WeChat". The lights and trees shine all day long; there was a violent storm for no reason, and the lights of thousands of houses were cut off. The meaning is very simple. It probably means that tonight is the Shangyuan Festival. The lights of thousands of families were blown out, and the festival that was originally played and sung also disappeared.”

Speaking of this, he sighed, and said: "This is really the most unlucky lottery. If you get this lottery, no matter what you want to ask, you can sum it up in four words."

In desperation, He Yuanjiang asked, "Which four words?!"

The old man shook his head and sighed: "'Everything is not good'!"

(End of this chapter)