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Others didn't understand why, but the gangster knew that the fortune teller was not talking nonsense.The woman in red who appeared next to his bed every night has always been a secret in his heart, and no one has ever told him about it.He has always done a lot of evil, and he claims that gods and ghosts are not afraid of ghosts, but there is such a long-haired female ghost in a red dress who follows him every day, and anyone has to be frightened.Fortunately, he was so courageous that he could keep this matter to himself. If it were an ordinary person, he would probably have been so frightened that he would have lost his mind.

Now that the fortune teller was able to point out this matter in a single word, I think he really has some skills.

"Sir, sir, I know I'm wrong! Please, sir, help me!" The gangster has really felt in a trance for the past few days, and his body has become more and more vain, so he firmly believes in the saying "Life is not long", and at this moment he kept kneeling He kowtowed on the ground and begged the fortune teller to save him.

"If you want me to save you, it's not impossible, as long as you promise me one thing." The fortune teller said slowly.

The gangster heard that the fortune teller finally spoke, finally stopped kowtowing, looked up at the fortune teller with his head up, and was about to say that the master told him to just obey his orders, but at this moment he heard some commotion behind him.

The crowd dispersed, and a weak man with the appearance of a scholar stumbled over, knelt down in front of the fortune teller, and without saying a word, he knocked his head on the ground three times.The crowd of onlookers started whispering again, they didn't know who this person was, and they didn't know which song it was sung.At this time, a woman who looked like a peasant woman walked up to the young scholar and knelt down in front of the fortune teller.

"Oh, I've seen this woman! Isn't it the peasant woman who led the fortune teller out of the city a few days ago! It is said that her talented son is about to die of illness...Huh? Could it be that this scholar is her son?"

When Mo Chen saw the young scholar, he already understood what was going on, and he sighed in his heart, this book is really tough, and it survived that calamity, probably this is to repay the favor of the god stick.

"Master, please be respected by the old woman and the child." The woman kowtowed with tears streaming down her face.

The fortune teller hurriedly asked them to get up, the young scholar helped his mother to stand up, but he bowed down again and said to the fortune teller: "Thanks to Mr. for pointing out the maze, I saved my life. There is no repayment for the kindness of re-creation, no matter in this life No matter where you are or how many identities you have, you are willing to do your best for Mr.

"You are able to survive this catastrophe, and you deserve it. You don't need to thank me. I just hope that after this incident, you will no longer suffer from obsession in the future, and you will feel at ease."

The scholar thanked him again, and after glancing at his mother, the old woman took out a bank note from her sleeve and presented it to the fortune teller with both hands, "Sir, if you saved the child's life, you saved our family. But I only gave my husband a couple of pennies, and I feel sorry for it anyway. Yesterday we sold the only valuable old scalper in the family, and the money was not much, but please be sure to accept it, sir."

The fortune teller suddenly laughed: "I said that if this little friend survives a catastrophe, he will have good luck. You sold the old scalper, which is a coincidence. You can just pack up and leave here with your family to seek refuge elsewhere. Silver is of no use to me, but to you, it is a piece of money on the road."

The scholar and his wife live outside the city, and they rushed here early in the morning, so they naturally didn't hear the prophecy about the earthquake, so they asked in confusion, "Oh? What do you mean by taking refuge?"

"Within ten days, there will be an earthquake disaster here. At that time, the sky will collapse, the mountains and rivers will change course, houses will be destroyed and people will die, and there will be no way to escape. Your village will also be affected. You should move to the nearby Peicheng. The five elements are also suitable for you."

Hearing that there will be an earthquake, the scholar and the old woman were also very surprised, but they just blinked their eyes for a moment, then they both bowed their heads and said yes, "I would like to follow the teacher's instruction, and we will go back and prepare for the relocation. This money..." If they really want to move, they really need a sum of money, and if they give the money to the fortune teller, they will have nothing left, where else can they move, is it possible to beg for food all the way?

"Go." The fortune teller just waved his hand.

The old woman and the scholar were moved to tears. Seeing that the fortune teller was firm, they put away the bank notes and thanked them again.Just as he was about to leave, the scholar took advantage of his mother's opportunity to stay behind and said to the fortune teller in a low voice: "Sir, has Miao'er's soul ever been saved? Is there any hope of reincarnation?"

"nature."

The scholar breathed a sigh of relief, finally let go of a part of his mind, and then said with a wry smile: "Sir, if I say that I never regret meeting Miao Er, do you think I'm obsessed with it?"

"Oh? Why do you feel obsessed?"

"She is a demon after all, and she almost killed me..."

"Then you ever hated her?"

"No, I love her, and I still love her until now." The scholar mentioned the rabbit monster, his eyes were still full of tenderness, "To be honest, the night after my husband left, my physical condition was very dangerous, and I felt that my consciousness fell into a coma several times , Although I knew at the time that I fell asleep, I was afraid that I would only be a stupid person like a walking dead for the rest of my life, but I still couldn't control myself. I always felt that I saw everything, that everything in this world was empty, and life was no fun. But At the critical moment, I saw Miao Er, she has been encouraging me in my dream, let me live a good life, let me start again, let me get fame, be filial to my parents, and even continue the incense for the family... It’s not filial, but I did wake up because of her."

The fortune teller listened quietly when the scholar said these words without interrupting, until the scholar finished speaking, he asked with a smile: "So, why do you feel obsessed with obsession?"

The scholar was taken aback for a moment, as if he didn't understand what the fortune teller said, but soon he realized it.

Yes, Miao Er and him, the love between them was pure and beautiful, so what was wrong?It's just that in the end, love became obsessed and fell into the magic barrier, so I almost couldn't get out, which cost Qingqing's life.Now that he has gone out of his magic barrier, it doesn't mean that he wants to deny that relationship.Such unswerving love until death brought him not only disasters, but also a kind of strength, the strength to support him to live.

The scholar made another deep obeisance to the fortune-teller at last, stepped back respectfully, and finally walked away with his mother.

When the pair of mother and son walked away, there were quite a few active people in the crowd who quietly chased after them. When they caught up with the mother and son and asked about the relationship between them and the fortune teller, some of them immediately decided to go home and pack their bags. , ready to leave the city before night.

There were a lot of people talking about it, and the news about how this fortune teller showed his magical powers at the scholar's mother and son's home spread like wildfire, and many people thought that this fortune teller had some background, and they would rather believe the earthquake disaster he predicted. Believe it or not, so he tidied up the household items, and quietly took his own livestock to the market to sell.

In front of the fortune-telling stall on Tianjie here, the gangster was still kneeling on the ground. He was the closest, and he could hear every word spoken by the scholar's mother and son clearly. At this moment, he looked at the fortune-teller like a god, eagerly waiting Dial.

"If you want me to save you, it's not impossible..." The fortune teller glanced at the gangster, and was about to continue the preface.

"Do one thing, right!" The gangster snatched the words before the fortune teller finished speaking, "Succeed! Tell me! Don't talk about doing one thing, even if you do a hundred or a thousand things, I am willing to listen to your orders , must follow through on everything!”

Mo Chen had just been immersed in the conversation between the scholar and the god stick before he left. Hearing this, he finally came to his senses. Seeing the bastard looking at the god stick eagerly, he suddenly felt sympathy, and turned his head to look at the god stick. Stick, I always feel that this guy is simmering with bad water, and that bastard is probably going to be unlucky.

Sure enough, just listen to the fortune teller——

"In this case, let's hold a funeral for your dog that died in vain first. You need to mourn for him and hold the coffin. After the dog's soul is saved, I will naturally save you."

puff!Mo Chenrao was mentally prepared, but he never thought that this magic stick would come up with such a bad idea.

The gangster was stunned for a while, and there were also voices of people who could not bear to laugh among the onlookers, but they forcibly held back for fear of annoying the rascal.

"Here, do you have a funeral for the dog? Also, do you want to cry? Throwing the basin?" The gangster thought he heard it wrong, so he asked again in disbelief.

"What? Don't you want to?"

The bastard was neither crying nor smiling, his scarred face was distorted like a melon, "No, no... sir, but it's okay to hold a funeral for the dog. It's just a matter of crying and throwing the basin...then I recognize the dog as my father."

It's okay not to say, the gangster made such a show, the people behind couldn't help it anymore, and laughed.

"If it weren't for that, I wouldn't be able to save you. Please go back." The fortune teller's tone became cold, and he turned around to tidy up the tables and chairs, picking up the sticks and other things that the gangster had dropped on the ground one by one, but it was a pity that the one that held the money His bowl was broken, and the copper plates inside were scattered all over the floor.

"Are you looking for death, you old magic stick..." The younger brothers couldn't bear it, they rolled up their arms and sleeves and wanted to rush over. What's more, when they saw the fortune teller was going to pick up copper coins, they stretched out their feet to step on his hand.

"Get out of here!"

The gangster let out a roar, and shrank those younger brothers back in fright, and started to lower their heads to help pick up the copper coins together, not daring to lose them, and put them all back into the hands of the fortune teller.

"Since it was the master's order, I'll go back and prepare." The gangster struggled for a long time, and finally he could only admit his fate.

"Well, tomorrow Maoshi is an auspicious moment, so let's mourn at that time."

The gangster led the people away in desperation, instead of going home, he went to the other side of the city, kicked at the door of a house and entered, pulled out a man with a goatee inside, and beat him up. While cursing: "It's you, you are a demon, who made me offend the real god! Killed my dog, brought unclean things by my side, and beat you to death!"

He was yelling, but he didn't kill anyone after all. After beating up the goatee, the gangster took the people away and was busy with the funeral for the newly recognized dog daddy.The goatee got up ouchily, and his triangular eyes became more and more venomous.

It turned out that before the arrival of "Two Wenyi", he had always been the most famous Mr. Yin and Yang in the city. Many people came to ask him to read Fengshui horoscopes, and even some big families would worship him all the year round, asking him to help eliminate disasters solve problems.But since this "two-literate one" came, his business was not as good as before, so he got a bad idea and hired a bunch of punks to smash that person's fortune-telling stall.

The goatee went back to his room trembling, touched the inside of the bed, but he didn't know what mechanism he came across, and saw that the bed board suddenly turned over, revealing a hole with stone steps connected to the hole, and the goatee lit a lamp. Oil lamp, slowly walk down the stone steps.

"Shangxian, I really can't stop that person anymore. Now many people in the city believe the rumors of the earthquake and are about to move out."