In fact, the old man was already confused. He knew that he was not very skilled and that fortune-telling was basically based on guesswork. But after all, he had traveled all over the country for so many years and had heard that many experts in the same field could tell fortunes accurately...

But it’s not that accurate.

He had been in prison, but you could tell from his face that there was a deep vertical line on the right side of his forehead, which was called the Luoji line, also known as the prison line, and he had an evil mole (dead mole) at the root of his nose. All these signs indicated that he had been in prison.

But they can even calculate when he started setting up the stall and the fact that he was introduced by someone to set up a stall in the ancient city scenic area last year. This is unusual.

Is this child born with a pair of third eyes?

"How is it?" Jing Cheng looked at him calmly and said slowly, "Do you want me to explain it more clearly? That's fine. Your wife divorced you and remarried after you came out of prison. You later found several partners but none of them worked out. You have been living alone ever since. Your eldest son should be 36 years old this year. He has been losing money in business and has not married yet. Your second son joined the army when he was 18 years old. Your youngest daughter..."

The old man's eyes widened as he listened. He was afraid that the stall owners next door would eavesdrop, so he quickly interrupted him and said, "Stop talking, stop talking. Isn't it enough that I believe you?"

Jing Cheng shut up obediently.

The old man swallowed his saliva, tightened his grip on the fan, hesitated for a while, and asked again: "Then what do you mean by 'I will make a fortune'? What do you mean by 'I will leave this fortune behind if I die'?"

Jing Cheng said calmly, "The physiognomy book says: 'When the three lights are bright, wealth will fall from the sky.' I see that your three lights are generating wealth, but this wealth is accompanied by blood. Your face is dark and your brow is black, which means that this windfall will bring you disaster. It is better to give it up."

...

...

The old man was stunned, thinking that this kid is indeed a real person who never reveals his true face. He even knows the "Qi-observing Technique", which is really amazing!

Jing Cheng showed off his skills a little bit, and indeed shocked the old gentleman. However, Jing Cheng misjudged one point. People nowadays do not believe in ghosts and gods as much as they did in the past. In the past, if a fortune teller said "you will have a big disaster", they would kneel down and kowtow to beg people to help them resolve the disaster, just to save their lives.

Nowadays, people prefer to listen to what they like when fortune-telling. They attribute good things to themselves and bad things to others.

Today's fortune tellers have also grasped this point and only talk about what their customers like to hear.

Although the old man is also a fortune teller, he himself does not believe in fate, so he dares to talk nonsense. He believes Jing Cheng's words, but he only believes half of it. He believes that he can get rich, but he does not believe that he will suffer a great disaster.

Everyone has a sense of luck. The saying "wealth and honor are sought in danger" is exactly about this.

"Or." Jing Cheng looked up at the person sitting opposite him and stated his purpose, "I will help you keep this wealth, and you only need to pay me the corresponding amount afterwards."

The old man was already very suspicious, and after hearing what he said, he felt that something was wrong.

He thought over and over again, "Qi-Observation Technique" is a skill that only the legendary Heavenly Master can have. The person in front of him is just a kid, maybe he is just trying to fool him, saying that he is going to be in trouble as soon as he opens his mouth, and he also says that he can protect him. Isn't he trying to covet the "windfall" that should belong to him?

So the old man said nonchalantly: "None of what you said has happened yet. As for what you said about giving up or not giving up, keeping or not keeping, that's even further off topic. By the way, do you have anything else to do? If not, please leave and don't delay my business."

Jing Cheng: “…”

He thought to himself, you old man really don’t know what’s good for you, don’t come to me for help when you’re really in trouble!

The other party's rejection was too obvious, and Jing Cheng didn't want to stay here and be despised.

You clearly fooled the guy just now, why did you change your face when the money was mentioned?

After leaving the fortune-telling stall, Jing Cheng walked away while thinking. He had just boasted to Qin Yan and the others, and now he was going back empty-handed. Not only would it be embarrassing, but it would also leave his disciples with the impression that he was a boastful master, which would affect his dignity as a teacher (……).

But he couldn't conjure up ten thousand dollars out of thin air.

I finally wanted to meddle in other people's business, but the other party didn't appreciate it. I would be lying if I said I wasn't depressed.

After thinking for a while, he walked into a handicraft store and asked the owner for a piece of white paper and a black marker.

The shop owner was a middle-aged woman in her forties who had a child about the same age as Jingcheng. She was very easy to talk to. When she saw that Jingcheng was such a handsome boy, she was delighted and brought him to him without saying a word.

Jing Cheng asked her to borrow a few more stones. The owner didn't understand why, but the handicraft shop she came to had many stone-carved handicrafts and no shortage of broken stones, so she found a few beautiful small stones from the warehouse and gave them to him.

While the shop owner was looking for a stone, Jing Cheng wrote four big characters "Xianrenzhilu" on a piece of white paper and wrote a line of small characters below.

He was not used to using a ballpoint pen, so the words he wrote were inevitably distorted.

After thanking the shop owner, Jing Cheng found a spot nearby with fewer stall owners, spread out a large piece of white paper, pressed down the edges with small stones, and started setting up the stall.

…

Qin Yan and Fu Le found the person based on the location information sent by Jing Cheng, and this was what they saw.

"No, big brother, is there anyone who sets up a stall like you? Isn't the price too high?" Fu Le couldn't help but speak first, "Ten thousand yuan, aren't you just robbing people?"

Jing Cheng shook his finger at him and said calmly: "Because I'm worth it."

Fu Le: “…” You can do it. I give you 10 points for showing off.

Qin Yan watched with interest and asked, "What method do you want to use to tell fortunes? Is it the Xiao Liu Ren you mentioned before?"

Jing Cheng's stall was just a casual move. He was actually waiting for the old man to come and ask him for help. Hearing Qin Yan's interested tone, he was delighted. "You want to learn? I have a formula for physiognomy here. I'll write it down for you when I get back."

Qin Yan suddenly remembered the book "Martial Arts Secrets" that Jing Cheng had given him before. The densely written classical Chinese text made him feel overwhelmed. His expression suddenly changed: "...I'm just asking."

Jing Cheng saw his reluctance and thought that he was too impatient. There was still a long way to go, so he said, "Okay, if you want to learn, you can tell me and I will teach you anytime."

Qin Yan: “…” He felt that there would never be such a day.

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Not long after Jing Cheng walked out, the old man said "Pooh" to the side and said, "Bad luck!"

The vendor selling odds and ends next to him asked curiously, "What's going on? I think he didn't pay just now."

"Yeah! Not only did he not give me money, he also wanted me to give him money!"

"What do you mean?"

"He just came to pick a fight. Let's not talk about it." The old man recalled the conversation between him and Jing Cheng just now. The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. That kid must be no simple person. He saw through him inside and out at a glance, but he knew nothing about him. Are the young people nowadays so powerful?

The stall owner remained silent, but he was sneering in his heart: I'm afraid your tricks have been exposed, and you still have the nerve to say that others are looking for trouble?

The stall owner's business was not good, and he turned his head out of boredom to look at Jing Cheng's back. He saw him find a nearby store and go in. Not long after, he came out and sat down at a distance of more than ten meters from them.

The stall owner wondered in surprise, what was he doing?

It looks like a stall.

Unexpectedly, the other person seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, as if he knew someone was looking at him. He suddenly turned around, looked at him, smiled and nodded at him from a distance.

Stall owner: “…”

This kid is really evil, no wonder he can defeat the old liar.

Not long after, another person came to the old man's stall.

The man looked to be about 40 years old, wearing a well-made suit and tie. He was broad-shouldered, with a fat face, nose pointed upwards, and gaited with his legs spread wide. He walked with an attitude of not recognizing any relatives, and he looked like a gangster.

He was followed by two bodyguard-like followers, both of whom were tall and sturdy, wearing sunglasses, black suits, and carrying square black leather suitcases. Their high-end leather shoes made a crisp "clacking" sound as they stepped on the bluestone road.

When the people nearby saw the three people's posture, they all hid away, thinking it was better to have less trouble than more.

The middle-aged man with a fat face looked around the fortune-telling stalls and finally stopped in front of the old man.

He took off his sunglasses, raised his chin, and said arrogantly: "It's you, tell me your fortune."

The old man was seeing this kind of customer for the first time, and after a pause he said, "...Please take a seat."

The middle-aged man had an astonishing weight. When he sat down on the chair, the chair even creaked, making a whine as if it couldn't bear the weight.

The man was unaware of anything and winked at the bodyguards on both sides. The two bodyguards quickly opened the suitcase, revealing the neatly stacked banknotes inside.

When the people around saw this scene, they exclaimed in disbelief.

The gentlemen at the other fortune-telling stalls looked at him with envy and jealousy. This old liar was really lucky today!

The old man stared at the banknotes in the suitcase with wide eyes, breathing rapidly, and his nostrils flaring.

"Here is fifty thousand." The middle-aged man said straight to the point, "The reward for fortune-telling."

The old man trembled as if he had Parkinson's disease: "This...are these all for me?"

"If your calculation is correct, I will give you another 100,000 yuan." The middle-aged man said with great wealth, "Will you accept it?"

"Take it!" The old man was so excited that tears were about to flow out. "Of course! What do you want to see?"

The middle-aged man pondered and said, "Can you help me see what my fortune is like today?"

Hearing this, the old man restrained his expression, stroked his beard pretentiously, and looked him up and down: "Hmm... I see that you have a broad and high forehead, and high and fleshy cheekbones. This is the face of a person with great wealth. And I see that your face is flushed, and your eyebrows are raised. This is a sign of good fortune, which means that you are about to have good luck!"

The middle-aged man did not show any joy upon hearing this. Instead, he asked doubtfully, "I have been having bad luck lately. I don't know why. But you said that I will have good luck soon?"

The old man was shocked, thinking, is this another time for trouble? But when he thought of the fifty thousand yuan, he could only grit his teeth and insist, "This is a sign of good fortune after bad times! Life is not always smooth sailing, and it is inevitable to have bad luck occasionally. You are looking better now, which is a sign of good luck."

The middle-aged man looked at him sharply, and after a long while he slowly said, "Okay, I'll trust you first. I'll be back in an hour, and you'd better still be here."

The man left after saying this, but left a bodyguard behind.

Old man: “…”

Is this a threat?

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The author has something to say:

This middle-aged man is not written casually, he has a little relationship with the Chen family.