The car stopped immediately.
Xie Xihe opened the car door and got out, still holding onto his life with one hand. He slowly raised his head and looked towards a corner of the wall that was diagonally opposite to their car.
His expression was calm, but there was a coldness between his eyebrows. He said, "We followed you from the southern suburbs to the city, and now here. Do you two have nowhere else to go and are planning to go home with us?"
There was no response for a long time.
Xie Xihe was not in a hurry and just stood there quietly.
About three minutes later, after a crisp slap, an old man with white hair and beard came out from the corner of the wall muttering to himself.
Following behind him was a dejected young man, revealing his hair with two whorls.
The young man rubbed his head, which was hurt from being hit, and complained aggrievedly, "I told you not to hit my head, don't hit my head. Uncle, why did you hit me on the head again? You really hit me stupid. Will you support me?"
The old man glanced at him unhappily. "You're talking as if I'm not the one supporting you now. Have you ever earned a dollar or something? If you don't let me beat you, spit out the milk tea I bought you this afternoon!"
As he said this, he pretended to pick his mouth, which scared the young man so much that he quickly took two steps back, covering his mouth and looking at the old man in horror.
He wisely admitted his mistake and said, "Uncle Master, I was wrong!"
The old man then gave up and turned to look at Xie Xihe.
The anger on his face disappeared in an instant, revealing an awkward yet friendly smile. He waved his hand and explained, "Don't misunderstand, young friend. We don't mean any harm."
Xie Xihe looked at the two of them.
Although he was called an old man, when Xie Xihe saw his face, he found that he was not very old, probably around forty or fifty years old.
It's just that because he has too much white hair, at first glance one would think he is an old man in his seventies or eighties.
His whole body seemed to be covered by a thin layer of smoke, blocking Xie Xihe's prying eyes.
Xie Xihe raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at the young man behind him before looking away.
He said calmly, "I know."
If she hadn't sensed any ill will in them, she wouldn't have waited until now to point it out.
But even if there was no ill intention, she would not let the other party follow her all the time.
He asked straight to the point, "What do you want to do?"
The older man stole glances at Xie Xihe, wondering if he could make up an excuse to deceive her, but when he met the girl's eyes that were so clear and bright that they seemed to see through her soul, he felt an inexplicable emptiness in his heart and finally gave up.
He said honestly, "I didn't follow you on purpose. I was just a little curious about you."
"My uncle and I came to Kyoto a few days ago. Our original intention was to see if there was any work. If there was, we would take a few orders before returning home. Unexpectedly, we ran into someone we know. Oh, it's that charlatan you just exposed, Yi Gui."
"Yi Gui is a very cunning person. We were worried that he might do something bad, so we followed him to take a look."
Then, as expected, Yi Gui was able to fool those wealthy ladies by himself.
Not only did he deceive people with the little skills he learned in the Xuanmen, but he also easily earned tens of millions or even hundreds of millions.
At the same time, I felt disgusted, angry, and even a little jealous...
Cough cough cough.
Especially since the other party is fighting under the banner of Xuanmen.
Now the two men, who were legitimate disciples of the Xuanmen Sect, could no longer tolerate this. They stopped looking for work and stayed near the City God Temple, hoping to find an opportunity to expose Yi Gui's true identity.
Unexpectedly, instead of waiting for the opportunity, he met another famous fortune teller - Xie Banxian.
The two were stunned for a while.
But after searching through his memory, he couldn't find a fortune teller who matched the image of Xie Banxian, and finally came to the conclusion that he was another liar.
The two of them lamented the decline of morals in the world. They, the serious masters of mysticism, could not even get a decent order, while those fraudulent charlatans were thriving. At the same time, they began to think of letting the two of them "fight each other".
They knew Yi Gui too well. He was narrow-minded, very vain, and good at making a big deal out of himself. He was also very overthinking.
There is a 99% chance that he will not tolerate Master Xie who is competing with him for business and territory.
So the two of them decided to join the team that was spreading the word about how powerful and awesome Xie Banxian was and how accurate his fortune telling was, adding fuel to the fire.
Sure enough, after just a few days, Yi Gui could no longer sit still and took the initiative to come to the door.
The uncle and nephew were secretly happy and followed closely to watch the fun.
I didn’t expect to see such a good show!
That Xie Banxian is actually a real master of mysticism, and his divination ability is not inferior to those of the Xuanmen disciples!
Not only that, they actually saw the Xuan Ji Armor and square copper coins that they had just sold not long ago in the other party's hands!
This, this, this... this is really... fate!
They no longer had to worry about Yi Gui being exposed and taken away, so their attention turned to Xie Xihe. Driven by curiosity, they followed him all the way here.
But of course he couldn't tell the other party all of this truthfully, so the older man picked out some of them, half-truths and half-falsehoods, in an attempt to get the matter over with.
But before he could finish, Xie Xihe's gaze had already fallen on them again.
He said thoughtfully, "Someone from Xuanmen?"
He looked at the older man intently: "Xie Xuan?"
Both of them: “???”
No, it was not surprising that she could guess that they were from Xuanmen. After all, Yi Gui had always been using the name of Xuanmen. He mentioned Yi Gui, so it was normal for her to guess that they were from Xuanmen.
But how did she know he was Xie Xuan?
He didn't mention this at all!
If you don’t understand, ask.
The young boy Nan Muzhi asked curiously, "How did you know?"
Xie Xihe: ...Can she say that she just said it casually?
But judging by their reactions, it was correct.
A thoughtful look flashed across Xie Xihe's eyes, and he suddenly asked, "Where are you staying? I'll take you there."
The two were stunned for a moment, then said awkwardly, "We stayed at the City God Temple a few days ago to follow Yi Gui, and we haven't found a place to live yet."
Xie Xihe pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Get in the car first."
It was not until the car had driven a long way that Xie Xuan and Nan Muzhi came back to their senses with a dazed look on their faces and exchanged glances.
Xie Xuan: Who asked you to get in the car? Do you know the person? Why did you get in the car? Aren’t you afraid of being sold out?
Nan Muzhi: ...It was clearly you, uncle master, who got on the car first. Didn’t I get in after you? Why are you blaming me now?
Xie Xuan: How dare you talk back!
Nan Muzhi: Okay, I’ll shut up!
Xie Xuan snorted in annoyance, thought for a moment, and took the initiative to say: "Xie Xiaoyou, you need our uncle and nephew's help with something. You and I are destined to meet, so you can ask for it."
It seems that he is not too stupid to be saved.
A smile flashed in Xie Xihe's eyes. Since the other party was direct, she didn't beat around the bush and said, "I want to know if the Xuanmen is as proficient in fortune-telling as the legend says. If so, where does your fortune-telling ability come from?"
She glanced at the two of them and continued, "Is it learned, or is it innate?"
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