After marrying into a wealthy family, my little Taoism became popular

Shangyang

In the evening of March, the rain that lasted for many days finally stopped, and the night market near the shopping mall was crowded with people, even more lively than holidays.

The stalls in the night market are first-come, first-served, and the area at the entrance of the night market has the most traffic, which is a geomantic treasure for stall owners.

A thin boy walked straight to the popcorn booth. He was wearing a black backpack and a pure white T-shirt. There was a shallow scar on his right arm, and the hem of his jeans was rolled up, exposing a section of his ankle.

The early spring wind was still cool, and he didn't seem to feel it. He walked slowly in his flip-flops and stopped in the narrow gap between the two booths.

"How do you sell popcorn?"

"Twenty yuan for the big bag, ten yuan for the small bag."

Finally someone came to ask about the price, and the popcorn stall owner quickly took out the tasting pack, and was stunned when he saw the person coming: "Hey, you, aren't you that...boss?"

Si Huai took the popcorn, took out a small mat from his backpack, sat down and said: "Taotian Temple, the Lord of the Temple."

"Yes, yes, Daotianguan."

The popcorn stall owner didn't think much of it, thinking that the term Guanzhu was a popular word used by young people to replace the boss.

Daotianguan's shop is on the diagonally opposite street, and he often passes by.

"Will the Lord not visit the store today?"

Si Whistle paused, and threw a popcorn into his mouth: "It won't open."

"Ah? Why didn't it open all of a sudden?"

"Nothing, go deep into the grassroots and approach the masses."

There was no business all night, and someone suddenly came to chat. After two or three minutes, the popcorn stall owner chatted with Si Huai.

"The rain has stopped. According to the weather forecast, it will officially clear up tomorrow. Business should be better at night."

"It should rain a little tomorrow."

Si Huai took out a piece of white cloth from his backpack and laid it flat by his feet, with the word numerology written on it, and several QR codes were pasted on the lower right corner.

The popcorn stand owner didn't notice at all that someone squeezed out of a stand abruptly.

He checked the weather forecast on his mobile phone, and said firmly, "Tomorrow will be sunny and it won't rain."

"My weather forecast is very accurate."

Si Huai responded casually, poked at the torn mobile phone screen, opened WeChat, and collected the deposit transferred from the former landlord.

In fact, he has no money to renew the lease of the store. The rent in big cities is too expensive, and all his savings can barely make up four months' rent.

As a result, there was not a single business order in four months. Instead, I received a warning letter promoting feudal superstition.

It's better to set up a stall, free and cost-free.

Si Huai threw popcorn into his mouth one by one, and the sweet smell attracted the attention of passers-by.

A middle-aged woman about 40 years old walked to the popcorn stand and asked, "Boss, can I try this?"

"Yes, yes." The popcorn stall owner handed her a taste.

The middle-aged woman tasted it, grabbed another handful, and said disgustedly: "It's too tired, but rice sticks are still delicious."

After finishing speaking, she looked at Si Huai and looked him up and down: "What do you sell?"

Popcorn stand owner: "He's not..."

"Neng, fortune telling."

Si Huai shook the slippers and motioned her to read the words on the white cloth: "A fortune teller."

Popcorn stall owner: ? ? ?

Si Huai said calmly, "You have twenty faces and palms. If you can't buy it, you can't lose money and you can't be fooled."

The middle-aged woman hesitated, twenty is not expensive, but she was also reluctant to throw it away for nothing.

"Are you sure?"

Si Huai has been running a stall for many years and has heard this question countless times.

He lazily lifted his eyelids and looked at her face.

Yintang is narrow and has a blower mouth. He is a grumpy, stingy and stingy person. The husband and wife palace at the end of the eyes is dull, deep depressions and scars, discord with her husband, serious marital problems, and there is a sign of divorce.

Si Huai: "Would you like to ask about marriage?"

The middle-aged woman looked shocked, took out a banknote, and held it in her hand: "That's right."

Si Huai reached out to take the money, but the middle-aged woman avoided it.

Make it clear that it depends on what he will say before deciding whether to give money.

Si Huai often encountered this kind of people in the past, and once he said something that didn't go his way, he would not give money at least, or make a fuss at worst.

this face...

Si Huai thought for a moment, then casually said something about the past: "You and your husband have been married for about 20 years and have no children. Recently, the two of you have been arguing more and more."

"Yes Yes."

The middle-aged woman nodded again and again, she no longer doubted, and asked: "Mr. Xiao, can you see if my marriage will go smoothly?"

Si Huai stared at Qian and nodded slowly: "Of course."

"Although there are some minor frictions now, in the near future, you and your husband will overcome difficulties, get better and better, and live happily ever after."

Hearing this, the middle-aged woman's complexion changed, and she said in a loud voice, "What?!"

"I want to continue living with that shitty man?! I plan to pick an auspicious day to get divorced. I think you're fucking blind..."

The middle-aged woman cursed in dialect, spitting and spitting, and passers-by couldn't help but look over.

Si Huai was silent for a moment, and quickly took the banknotes from her hand.

All the scolding is scolded, and the money cannot be lost.

There were more and more people onlookers, seeing someone started to record a video, the middle-aged woman didn't dare to make a scene, took a handful of popcorn angrily, and left cursing.

The popcorn stall owner patted Si Huai on the shoulder and said with emotion: "Life is not easy."

Si Huai nodded in agreement: "It's hard to make money, I have to take advantage of these two days to make more money."

"You are quite superstitious at such a young age."

The popcorn stall owner was overjoyed, but he still didn't connect the small shop of Taoist Temple with the serious Taoist Temple.

He asked curiously: "Then do you think I am lucky today?"

Si Huai glanced at him and replied, "Yes, Xiaoyun."

"Little brother, I didn't close any business tonight."

The popcorn stall owner laughed, and in the next second, there was an extra twenty bill in his palm.

After stuffing the money, Si Huai took a bag of popcorn from his booth.

The popcorn stall owner lowered his head, a little dazed.

Is this accurate or not?

Before the banknotes were warmed up, Si Huai took the money away again.

"The hexagram gold is twenty, you're welcome."

Popcorn stall owner: "..."

"Little brother, you—"

"Boom——"

Before he finished speaking, there were deafening crashes from the road on the left, one after another, mixed with harsh brakes and horns, and several college students backed away in panic, smashing a bag of popcorn.

"sorry Sorry."

"It's okay, classmate, what happened?"

The popcorn stand owner looked over, but there were so many people on the side of the road that he couldn't see anything.

One of the college students explained: "A car accident."

"A car crashed into a tree, causing a rear-end collision with a bunch of cars behind it, but fortunately no one was injured."

"It's good that people are fine." The popcorn stall owner smiled and bent over to pick up the scattered popcorn.

Several college students looked at each other, feeling a little sorry, and said one after another: "Boss, give me a bag of caramel flavor."

"I want to eat it too, I want the original one."

One bag for you, one bag for me, and the passing pedestrians saw the business so good, and they also came to buy popcorn.

For a while, the notification sound of receiving money into the account kept ringing, and half of the popcorn stalls were sold out quickly.

The popcorn stall owner could finally sit down and take a breath. He suddenly remembered something and turned his head abruptly.

The small stall squeezed out next to him was empty, and the little Maza and the white cloth were also taken away. There was nothing on the ground, as if this person had never appeared before.

In the closed shop across the street, the three gilt characters of "Taotianguan" on the signboard shone under the street lamps.

God!

As early as when Si Huai heard the word "car accident", he packed his things and rushed to the side of the road.

There was chaos on the road, four or five cars collided in a row, taillights, bumpers and other debris fell around, the most conspicuous was the Porsche sports car that hit a tree, the front of the car was sunken, and both airbags were deployed When he came out, the onlookers were all holding up their mobile phones.

Si Huai stood in the crowd, opened the popcorn, and ate it. He ate half a bag, but he didn't see the owner of the Porsche.

He asked the tall boy beside him: "Student, where is the owner of the car? Did he run away?"

Tall boy: "Didn't run."

Si Huai glanced around: "Where is it?"

"Here it is."

Si Huai tilted his head, and saw the tall boy wiping the blood on his arm with a wet towel, and there were also small wounds on his forehead and neck.

He is the owner of the Porsche.

"Brother is lucky."

"What a shit."

The tall boy rubbed it on the sore spot and hissed: "I just asked my brother to borrow a car, and it crashed like this before I even drove to school."

"It's really fucking unlucky these days, and it's unlucky to do anything."

Si Huai raised his eyebrows and looked at his face.

Ears have pendant beads, he is generous, his roots are flat, his nose is straight and fleshy, he is obviously a face with good fortune and longevity, but Ke Yintang is obscure and black air entangles, spreading all over the palaces.

Not only is it unlucky, but there is also a faint appearance of death.

What is this called?

Big list!

Si Huai cheered up and handed over the popcorn: "Do you want to eat?"

"No, thank you brother."

Xiang Qixiang shook his head, how could he have the appetite to eat right now.

Si Huai continued to make friends: "Recently, studies and investment are not going well."

"Yes..." Xiang Qixiang looked at him suspiciously, "How do you know?"

What you just said yourself is unlucky.

Si Wai paused, and said solemnly: "Your Yintang is gloomy, covered with dark clouds, and everything is inappropriate. During this period of time, you have not only lost your money, but also suffered from major and minor disasters."

Hearing this, Xiang Qixiang's expression changed.

In fact, not only has he been unlucky recently, but also his family’s business has been in trouble, and he has suffered repeated setbacks. The family members are very feudal and superstitious. They invited Taoist priests and practiced deeds, and they had to drag him to burn incense and worship Buddha, and bought a bunch of messy talismans and magic tools.

In the end, his luck didn't improve. He failed the professional course of the make-up exam and had to retake it.

Now Xiang Qixiang gets dizzy when he hears these strange words about Yintang blackening.

He frowned and looked at Si Huai, only to see that he hung his backpack on his chest, and took out an old mobile phone with a broken screen, a white cloth, a student ID card... a dark tablet?

Xiang Qixiang took a second look at his student ID card, which was the student ID card of a freshman at Shangyang University.

He is still a student.

Si Huai dug for a while, and finally took out a crumpled yellow talisman from the corner of the schoolbag:

"You've had bad luck recently, and your life is likely to be in danger. Do you want to buy a safety talisman?"

Xiang Qixiang had worn all kinds of talismans these days, but this was the first time he saw such a tattered talisman.

He was silent for a moment, and reminded: "I am also from Shangyang University."

Si Huai said perfunctorily: "Then I'll give you a [-]% discount."

Xiang Qixiang: "..."

Seeing Si Huai's eyes are clear, his brows are clear and handsome, the clothes on his back are obviously cheap goods from roadside stalls, his family background is not good, and he doesn't know what he is going to do with a tablet on his back.

Xiang Qixiang sighed helplessly: "All right, how much?"

Just as a donation.

Si Huai smoothed out the wrinkles of the talisman paper thoughtfully: "100 yuan."

Xiang Qixiang didn't bring any cash, so he took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code to transfer money: "I'll give you two hundred."

"Student, you should study hard, put your mind on the right path, and don't do these messy things."

Si Huai looked at the transfer, and replied: "Don't worry, senior, we are on the right path."

"Do you know Zhengyi? It's more upright than Zhengyi."

Xiang Qixiang wanted to say something else, but the traffic police rushed to the scene and called him over.

"Porsche owner?"

"Young man, how did you bump into such a wide road?"

"When I turned the corner, I clearly saw that this side is a fork in the road. I didn't realize it was wrong until I turned the corner. I stepped on the brakes as if I didn't step on it..."

Si Huai originally wanted to join in the fun, but his phone vibrated, and a call from an unfamiliar number popped up.

He walked to a secluded corner and picked up the phone.

"Hey?"

A pleasant bass voice sounded from the other end of the phone: "Hi, I'm Lu Xiuzhi."

Si Huai froze for a moment: "Who?"

"Lu Xiuzhi, your fiancé."