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Chen Feng felt something was wrong when he accidentally discovered that a bug in digital civilization had appeared in this ancient space and time.

He hurried over and came to the fortune-telling stall.

The fortune teller was an old man.

He has a long grey beard and a sharp face.

His eyes are bright and his temperament is extraordinary.

Chen Feng's mind moved, and he looked at him twice with his "Fire Eyes and Golden Pupils" skill, and suddenly he understood.

This person is Yuan Shoucheng.

A mysterious figure who sets up a stage in a busy market and single-handedly lures emperors of the human world and dragon gods of the fairy world into his cup.

At this moment, the fortune-telling stall was full of people.

It can be seen that Yuan Shoucheng's fame is quite great at this moment.

Chen Feng looked around Xi Zhou, heightening his senses to the maximum, and no longer noticed any signs of a digital civilization bug appearing in this bustling market.

Only here.

strange!

Yuan Shoucheng himself was completely unaware.

No one around noticed the change in the hexagram flag.

Look at the fortune-telling stall again.

The incense of the precious duck never stops, and the water in the porcelain bottle is so clear. On both sides are paintings by Wang Wei, and a painting of Guiguzi hangs high above the seat.

This is a description in "Journey to the West".

But when Chen Feng looked carefully at the painting scrolls on both sides of the fortune-telling stall, he was shocked to find that they were actually authentic works of the great Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei.

The signature and seal are all there.

Isn't this hell?

Although Wang Wei was a poet of the Tang Dynasty, he lived during the reign of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang.

When the Tang Dynasty was founded, he was still a smart man.

When reading "Journey to the West" and seeing this passage, everyone thought it was a typo by the author.

As a Ming Dynasty man, it is understandable that Wu Cheng'en liked Wang Wei's paintings. It is even understandable that he was careless when writing and wrote his idol into his masterpiece.

But it's different now.

Chen Feng traveled through time.

And I came to the prosperous Tang Dynasty, this damn era of gods and demons.

And the living Yuan Shoucheng in front of him actually posed for a painting by the great poet Wang Wei, who is known as the 'Poet Buddha'.

Are you sure this isn't a bug?

Did Wang Wei's painting travel through time, or is there something wrong with this Yuan Shoucheng?

Chen Feng's brows slowly frowned.

Originally, there are many incongruous parts in the mythological story of Journey to the West.

For example, Yuan Shoucheng.

Who is he?

What later generations knew was only that he was the uncle of Yuan Tiangang, the head of the once-famous Imperial Observatory of the Tang Dynasty.

However, no matter how powerful Yuan Tiangang was, all he learned came from his uncle Yuan Shoucheng.

Then why is Yuan Tiangang famous all over the world, but Yuan Shoucheng is unknown?

Where did Yuan Shoucheng learn such skills?

Manpower is sometimes poor.

General divination and fortune-telling are just minor practices.

But Yuan Shoucheng is different.

He could even calculate the amount of rainfall in a city or area, even the exact number of rainfall points.

Where does this ability come from?

How could he single-handedly control the kings of the human world and the dragon gods of the immortal world and effortlessly promote the launch of the Journey to the West project?

Some people say that he is the incarnation of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

But Chen Feng looked at him with his 'Fire Eyes and Golden Pupils' skill.

No.

He is who he is.

There can be no fault in the system's capabilities.

Therefore, Yuan Shoucheng has another secret.

He planned everything so well that Chen Feng could think that he was being secretly guided by a god.

But why did Wang Wei's paintings travel through time to this era?

Makes no sense.

So Chen Feng stood aside and watched.

Time passes quickly.

There were always a lot of people around the fortune-telling stall, and many people came here because of its reputation.

Especially since there are people promoting him.

In just a short while, at least ten groups of fishermen came to seek guidance.

Needless to say, the Dragon King of Jinghe River will not live long.

Time passes quickly.

About two hours later, the fortune-telling stall was finally empty.

There was no sign of fatigue on Yuan Shoucheng's face.

He turned his head and glanced at Chen Feng.

There was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Because he also discovered that Chen Feng stood by and watched for more than two hours, but had no intention of coming over to ask questions.

strange!

Just then, a strange smell filled the air.

Chen Feng and Yuan Shoucheng turned their heads to look almost at the same time.

An old man with a solemn expression strode over.

At that moment, Yuan Shoucheng's mouth curled up slightly.

Chen Feng noticed his micro-expression, and smelled the salty and fishy smell, so he immediately used the "Fire Eyes and Golden Pupils" skill to take a look at the old man.

Good guy!

There is a huge golden label on the top of his head: [Jinghe Dragon King].

he came.

History cannot be changed.

After the two exchanged several words, the Dragon King of Jinghe River left angrily with his sleeves thrown.

Yuan Shoucheng stroked his long beard and smiled.

Then prepare to close the stall.

Chen Feng knew that his mission was accomplished and originally didn't want to go over, but when he saw Wang Wei's paintings placed on both sides of the fortune-telling stall, he couldn't help but walk over.

Sit down leisurely.

Yuan Shoucheng, who was about to close his stall, finally stopped.

He looked at Chen Feng and said with a smile: "Young man, you have been watching for a while. What do you think?"

"Help me calculate."

Chen Feng also smiled slightly.

"it is good."

Yuan Shoucheng sat down again and said casually, "What do you want to do, young man?"

"future."

"future?"

"Yes, the future."

Chen Feng nodded: "Old sir, please see if you can calculate my future and where I will go."

"it is good."

Yuan Shoucheng stroked his long beard and then looked at Chen Feng carefully.

Then he was startled.

He blinked and suddenly stretched out his hand: "Young man, open your hand and let me read it."

Chen Feng reached out and spread out his palm.

Yuan Shoucheng stroked his beard with one hand and held Chen Feng's hand with the other. He looked at it for a long time, shook his head and muttered to himself: "Strange, really strange."

"What did you see?"

Chen Feng asked casually.

"Is this old man telling you the truth?"

"explain."

Yuan Shoucheng put down Chen Feng's hand and said calmly, "The young man's complexion is not good, his vitality is disordered, and there is a red spot between his eyebrows hidden under the skin. This is a bloody disaster, a very bad omen, and his life is in danger at any time."

Chen Feng: "..."

I have calculated these myself.

If you have some real skills, you can see that it’s nothing.

Yuan Shoucheng continued, "If the young man wants to ask about the future, I... can't tell."

"Unrecognizable?"

Chen Feng looked at him puzzledly.

"Yes, I can't see it."

Yuan Shoucheng stood up again and shook his head: "Young man, take care of yourself. Your future is in your own hands. Ordinary people can do that, but you can't."

Chen Feng said nothing.

His expression was thoughtful.

Yuan Shoucheng stopped talking and started to pack up his fortune-telling stall.

When he was about to put away the scrolls on both sides, Chen Feng suddenly asked: "Old sir, do you know who Wang Wei is?"

Yuan Shoucheng was shocked.

froze.

After a few seconds, he slowly turned around and looked at Chen Feng with strange eyes. The expression on his face was even a little scary.

Chen Feng immediately became alert.

The two looked at each other, and Yuan Shoucheng turned around and slowly sat down again.

"Who are you?"

Yuan Shoucheng asked with a serious expression.

"A passer-by."

Chen Feng was calm and composed.

"Young man, who is Wang Wei?"

Yuan Shoucheng's gaze became more and more frightening.

Chen Feng secretly gathered the power of the Overlord and the merits of Shi Zhixuan, but he still said calmly: "Wang Wei, whose courtesy name is Mojie and whose pseudonym is Mojie Jushi, was an outstanding poet and painter during the reign of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. He was called 'Wang Meng' together with Meng Haoran, and was known as the Poet-Buddha."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Shoucheng trembled all over.

His eyes widened.

The long beard under his chin is almost floating up.

The appearance is simple and scary.

A hundred years of strength has been nurtured in Chen Feng's palms. If the opponent makes any unusual movement, he will be killed immediately.

Who cares if he is Yuan Shoucheng or something else.

But just when Chen Feng was tense, he saw Yuan Shoucheng speaking slowly in a hoarse voice: "Monovalent hydrogen, chlorine, potassium, sodium, silver; divalent oxygen, calcium, barium, magnesium, zinc; trivalent aluminum, silicon, pentavalent phosphorus..."

Chen Feng was stunned.

What?

Periodic table of elements?

At that moment, Chen Feng got goose bumps all over his body.

What the hell!

This guy is a time traveler.

Just as the thought came to his mind, he saw Yuan Shoucheng in tears. He suddenly grabbed Chen Feng's hand, his voice hoarse with excitement: "Young man, I knew that sooner or later you would meet a time traveler. It's so painful for me to wait. So painful. Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, I have lived here for more than eighty years. Woo, woo, woo, woo..."

Chen Feng: "..."

long street.

Passersby were all shocked.

what's going on?

Why is this old fortune teller crying?