The two treasures of the farm family cannot be offended by the mother who is a miracle doctor.

No one in the world knows about the Shenxiang Sect, but it is like a fairy tale.

When she appears in real life, no one believes her.

Among the crowd watching her, a middle-aged man wearing an old brocade jacket, with his hands in his sleeves, said sternly,

"Hey, old Taoist nun, you think you can pretend to be a member of the Shenxiang Sect and deceive you because you have white hair. Be careful, we will send you to the government."

"How dare a liar come to the capital to deceive people? Look at her celestial spirit, maybe it's true."

Another young man in the crowd said disapprovingly.

Another old woman looked at Ye Nitang's fair-haired childish face and curled her lips, "If she is a descendant of the Shenxiang Sect, I dare to dig up the graves of my eighteenth generation ancestors!"

"I dare to call her grandma!"

"I'll give her my Bichun Garden!"

Listening to the people speaking more and more exaggerated words, Ye Nitang, who was dressed as a Taoist nun, flicked the fly whisk in her hand and spoke calmly,

"Monks don't lie. If you don't believe it, how about we make a bet?"

The big man sneered, "If you lose the bet, why don't you go to the government office and admit that you are a liar?"

"No problem. In order to prevent you from thinking I'm cheating, you have the final say on what to bet on," Ye Nitang said with a smile, "Come up with the question."

Hearing this, the big man looked around and saw the beggar passing by the roadside. He grabbed the beggar by the collar and pushed the beggar in front of Ye Nitang.

"You said you can see a person's past and next lives, then take a look at what evil he did in his previous life, and why he ended up being a beggar in this life?"

The beggar's body is as thin as a bamboo pole, his movements are slow and his expression is dazed.

He staggered when he was pushed by the middle-aged man and almost fell down. Ye Nitang held him up and just felt his pulse.

She frowned, this person was suffering from a serious heart disease.

Her eyes fell on the pit of his heart under his ragged clothes, and it actually stood out.

Could it be an enlarged heart?

Ye Nitang was confused and felt his pulse for a while longer. It was not a sign of an enlarged heart, but of heart failure and lack of blood, as if he was about to die at any time.

Out of sympathy, she helped the beggar sit on a stool and lifted his messy hair, revealing a young face.

The skin that was not covered by dust was as pale as frost, and his eyes were confused and confused.

"Ahhhhh." The beggar looked at her stupidly and pushed the bowl in his hand forward, hoping to ask for some food.

Or a mute? Ye Nitang frowned even more and took his bowl, "How about you come in with me and I'll get you meat buns to eat?"

The beggar smiled innocently, "Ahhh!"

After Ye Nitang helped him stand up, he looked at the people watching the excitement and said, "You pick five people to come in with me and witness this person's past and next lives with your own eyes."

The onlookers heard it and witnessed it with their own eyes, and they couldn't even believe it.

They discussed it and selected five people to enter the shop.

Ye Nitang gave the mute beggar a basin of water and asked him to wash his face before eating steamed buns.

The mute beggar was very obedient. He washed his face carefully before going to get the buns to eat. When he ate, he was not hasty and slow, which was not in line with the temperament of a beggar.

Ye Nitang didn't think much, looked at the five people who came in, and asked them to close the shop door.

The five people saw her being mysterious and scolded her for being mysterious, but they still drove away the people crowded at the door and closed the shop door.

The suddenly darkened room made the beggar panic.

Ye Nitang supported him, gave him a few words of comfort, and asked him to open his left hand and press it on the resin compass. Then she pulled off the black cloth on the wooden frame and quietly pressed the projector's remote control.

A magical scene appeared. A man who looked exactly like the beggar appeared in the wooden frame. He was dressed like a scholar and looked polite, humble and easy-going on the outside.

When he got home, his appearance changed, and he treated his wife with a ferocious face and punches and kicks.

The five people looked at the picture in the black frame and stood blankly on the spot. Is there really a descendant of the Shenxiang Sect?

They looked at Ye Nitang and were instantly in awe.

Then, the scene in the wooden frame changed, and the beggar turned into a teenager.

He was with a beautiful woman, well-behaved and sensible, and the woman loved him very much.

Later, when he grew up, he became the manager of a restaurant. He entertained guests enthusiastically every day, treated his family members with gentleness and courtesy, and finally lived a happy life.

Ye Nitang pressed the remote control. The image in the wooden frame ended, and she quickly covered it with a red cloth.

At the same time, he lifted the mute beggar's hand from the resin compass.

The mute beggar didn't understand what happened just now.

Ye Nitang gave him ten more buns and told him to come to her at any time when he was hungry.

The mute beggar hugged the bun, and with a glimmer of light in his chaotic eyes, he ran away happily.

After the five people in the room went out, they described everything they had just seen to those outside.

"Oh my god, she is a real fairy. We saw that beggar's past and next lives."

"That beggar treated his mother-in-law badly in his previous life, which is why he suffered in this life."

"Oh, he will enjoy great blessings in the next life."

Those who had not seen the image listened attentively and were envious. When they looked at Ye Nitang again, they became much more polite.

"Xiangu, please test it for me. I also want to know my past and present lives."

"Xiangu, it doesn't matter how much money you want. I also want to know what will happen to me in the next life?"

Ye Nitang's eyes darkened, "Then are you willing to admit defeat?"

"Yes, we lose, you are the real fairy!"

"We can't see the real fairy girl with our dog eyes. Please help me figure out what the next life will be like."

"Pindao can only test three people a day. The beggar used it once just now. Now there are only two chances left. If you want to take a look, prepare a thousand taels of gold tickets."

After saying that, Ye Nitang continued to sit behind the table, waiting for the fish to come.

Most of this group of spectators are idlers hanging out in the market, who are not willing to spend money to watch.

They gathered around Ye Nitang's table and complained.

"You are a monk, why are you so greedy for money?"

"Old Taoist nun, is it cheaper?"

Ye Nitang smiled faintly at them, "You ignorant fools, bargaining with fortune tellers, are you living a long life in vain? Or do you think your life is too good?"

After her words fell, everyone was silent and did not dare to talk nonsense anymore.

They all know that physiognomists have a rule. They do not accept money from people who are about to reach the end of their lifespan, nor do they accept money from people who are in danger of disaster. They also do not accept money from people who have been so unlucky that they will never be able to turn over in their lifetime.

They don't want to be these three unlucky people.

At this time, a woman with half-white hair squeezed in from the crowded crowd. Her ragged linen jacket was covered with patches, and she was carrying a broken basket with frozen cabbage clasps in it.

She looked at Ye Nitang with hope in her eyes, "Xiangu, what does it mean when you say two hairs are related to each other?"

"If you give me the hair of two people, I can help you figure out whether their owners are relatives. I can tell even if they are cousins."

When the old woman heard this, her hands shook with surprise, "Really? What about my nephew and uncle?"