On the Right Way to Be a Heartthrob

Hearing this, the old monk took out a wooden sign from behind and stood it in front of him. On the wooden sign, several strings of words were written in black pen, corresponding to each other row by row, which was the fortune-telling price.

Whether it is considered career or marriage, it starts at 3000 yuan, and there is a thoughtful note next to it: the detailed version starts at 5000 yuan.

And the reason why the old monk didn't always put the wooden plaque in front of him was because he knew the price in his heart and knew that his price was outrageously expensive, so he finally came here and left without turning his head after seeing the price. The monk naturally sold it to his heart's content, "The detailed version can more clearly understand the marriage of the donor, such as calculating the other party's birthday, the degree of compatibility, and so on."

Afraid that Jing Yi would turn his head and leave, he added, "If you think the price is too expensive, you can discuss it in detail."

Jing Yi doesn't believe in this stuff.

What's more, the old monk looked like a bluffing liar, without any demeanor, and completely unconvincing.

However, to Young Master Jingda, the 5000 yuan was about the same as five yuan, so it was not a loss. He casually raised his eyes to look at the entrance of the old temple, squinting his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The old monk waited anxiously for a while, only to see the man in front of him squatting down slightly, pointing to the word "marriage" of 5000 yuan, "That's all."

Weeping with joy, the old monk took out the WeChat payment code, "Collect the money first and then tell the fortune. There will be no refund. The final interpretation right belongs to the Anning Temple in Qiyun Mountain." It turned out to be a monk who told the fortune in the name of Anning Temple.

Jing Yi clicked his tongue lightly, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and quickly paid the money without frowning. The money was received with a ding dong, and the old monk was so happy that he was so excited that he almost hugged his mobile phone and kissed him several times. mouth.

There is really no demeanor at all.

Not even a monk.

Jing Yi frowned.

"Ahem." Realizing that his reaction was too agitated, the old monk put away his phone reservedly, then took out a piece of bright red paper from a small box beside him, and handed it to Jing Yi, "Benefactor, please give your name and Write the horoscope of birthday on it, if you have a sweetheart, write the horoscope of your sweetheart's birthday, and I will calculate the fate between the two of you."

Although the old monk looked ridiculous on the outside, it really sounded like that. Jing Yi first wrote his name and date of birth, and then remembered that he didn't seem to know the person's date of birth...

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Jing Yi searched the Internet, but found nothing, and the so-called encyclopedia only marked the person's name and his acting career, which was as short as a few months.

He frowned slightly and stared at the red paper for a few seconds before handing it to the old monk.

The old monk took a look and asked casually, "You don't have a sweetheart yet?"

"...Yes." Jing Yi was silent for a moment, "But I don't know his date of birth."

"Oh, it's okay, it's not a big problem." The old monk said cheerfully, "I can calculate the horoscope of your future partner's birthday for you, and then you can take it back and compare it with your sweetheart, and you will know the result."

As he said, he put away the red paper and asked, "Can you show me your hand?"

Jing Yi stretched out his hand. His five fingers were slender and well-defined. It looked like a hand that hadn't done rough work. The old monk observed for a while, touched his chin, and then pretended to count with his fingers.

"Hey!" Suddenly, the old monk was startled, "Donor, there is something I don't know if I should say it or not."

Jing Yi remained expressionless: "Then don't talk about it."

"I still have to talk about it." The old monk's expression was a little complicated, "I think your fate is very good, you are born with wealth and honor, and you will never worry about food and fortune in this life... It is your marriage, and there is a faint loneliness The meaning of dying, but I counted again, feeling that the road ahead is full of confusion, and there seems to be another knot

The fruit is unknown. "

The old monk lowered his voice, "I looked up the birthday horoscope of your future partner again, but I couldn't find it at all. I was only sure that there was such a person, but this contradicted what I just said, benefactor , if I'm not mistaken, if you break through this layer of confusion, another result will definitely be what you want."

From the first sentence "Your life is very good" that the old monk said, Jing Yi was sure that he was talking nonsense. Originally, he should stand up and leave without expression, but for some reason, suddenly He listened intently.

In the end, Jing Yi's expression was still very calm. He waited for three seconds to see that the old monk seemed to have finished speaking, and then he stood up, "Yes, I see."

He looked down at the time as he spoke, thinking that the first disaster should be over soon, so he turned around and left.

"Wait!" The old monk left the booth and stopped in front of him, "Benefactor, I can give you some advice, which will help you solve the puzzle."

"how much is it?"

"Um... no money!" The old monk suddenly had a conscience, "It's an extra surprise."

"No need." Jing Yi bypassed him and left, "I'm not interested."

Not interested in?How can this be uninteresting? !

The old monk was anxious, and said directly, "Benefactor! Do you believe in fate?"

Jing Yi paused as he left.

He was in a bad mood, looked down at the phone, and found a crack had been pinched by himself at some point, he rubbed the center of his brows with a slight headache, let out a breath, and turned around.

"What do you want to say?"

"That's all I'm asking." The old monk looked at Jing Yi firmly, "Do you believe in fate?"

"Do not believe."

Things like fate are meant to be broken.

The old monk nodded, "Then do you believe in past and present lives, and the little-known theology hidden under the peace of science?"

It was early in the morning, before the opening time of the Anning Temple, and the surroundings were very quiet, only the sound of the wind rustling the Marriage Tree beside it, and the sound of bells tied to the branches.

At this time, Jing Yi thought of the first disaster again.

He said casually, "This letter."

"Okay." The old monk opened his mouth, wanting to ask one last question.

It just so happened that there was movement not far away, and it was the figures of the old abbot and the first calamity. The young man was holding a string of large Buddhist beads, which were the extra-large type, at least half the size of a fist.

Then the old monk just watched Jing Yi turn around and leave, he didn't have the slightest interest in what he had to say, the old abbot was in front, and it was inconvenient for him to pass by, so he felt a little depressed for a while.

A young monk from the temple passed by, noticed him, clasped his palms together and shouted: "Hui Ci presides over it."

"Hey." The old monk touched his empty forehead, noticed the broom in the young monk's hand, and sighed, "Is it your turn to clean today?"

The little monk nodded.

The old monk thought for a while and didn't know what to say, so he beckoned him to clean up first, then sat cross-legged back to his original position, watching the movement over there.

After getting the Buddhist beads, he played here for another day and visited the Qiyun Mountain behind the Anning Temple. Xiao Zhuan was the first to go back, and he still had work.

"Goodbye, Junior Brother!"

After sending off Xiao Shuan in the first calamity, he hopped up a hundred steps and ran into an old monk who set up a fortune-telling stall here every day. Unfortunately, all his money was used to support himself, so it was hard to see it when passing by. Didn't take a look.

After entering the room, Chu disaster hummed a little tune and walked to Jing Yi's side.

He looked down at the medicine bottle in his hand, "What kind of medicine do you have?"

Jing Yi didn't expect Chu disaster to come back so quickly, he was stunned by the medicine he just swallowed, and took a few sips before he said with a normal expression, "Nutritional tablets."

Nutritional tablets?

This aroused the gluttonous nature, wanting to eat anything, Chu Xi propped up the table with his hands, looked at Jing Yi with sparkling eyes, "Give me a slice? I want to eat too."

"...This is medicine, not sugar."

"I know, I'll just take one piece." Chu disaster's voice softened involuntarily, and the end of the voice rose slightly, and his wet eyes blinked.

In the past when he was in the master's school, he went to the back mountain to catch pheasants and spiritual birds, and he was usually punished by his master to copy the classics.

Jing Yi was indeed bewitched for a moment by his pitiful, bullying look.

After a while, he whispered: "This is bitter, very bitter, you won't like it."

Hearing that it was bitter, the first disaster retreated.

Although he is gluttonous, gluttonous eats everything because of his own body, and he has no choice but to do it when the conditions are broken. Under normal circumstances, he will choose the best and better food.

"Okay." Chu disaster let go, and sighed regretfully, "Are we going back today?"

"I won't go back." Jing Yi put away the medicine, "You don't have any itinerary anyway, and you got the Buddhist beads, so go on a trip directly, you choose the place."

After a pause for a few seconds, Jing Yi asked his opinion, "Shall we go?"

Chu Calamity hesitated for a few seconds, "Go, I'll send a message to my senior brother first."

He turned around to look for his phone, and at that moment, Jing Yi suddenly reached out to support the table, his brows were frowned, and his face was faintly pale.

The medicine in his pocket made a soft crashing sound, Jing Yi took it out and opened the medicine bottle, staring at it for a while, wondering what he was thinking.Until the first disaster came over and said to him: "I have already told my senior brother, do you mind having more people?"

"..." Jing Yi held the medicine tightly with his fingertips, raised his dark eyes to look at him, "Who?"

"My Sixth Junior Brother." Chu Zhan whispered, "To tell you the truth, my Sixth Junior Brother has just been found, and now I have a request for him, so I want to establish a good relationship with him."

"What do you mean just found?" Jing Yi pulled his lips, "Has he been abducted before?"

"No." Chu Huan struggled, "No, it's just that I didn't know that I had such a junior, but I only found out in the last few months."

I thought they knew each other very well, so it turned out to be so.

However, is there anything you can ask for?

Jing Yi straightened up, "What do you insist on asking him to help? I can't?"

"This is really only him who can help me." Chu disaster lowered his head, "It's very important."

The young man lowered his head, only showing the lovely hair on the top of his head. His voice was so pitiful that one couldn't bear to refuse it.Jing Yi pinched the medicine bottle and looked at him for a while before saying, "Let me ask you a question first, what is your birth date?"

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