Chapter 415 The Terrifying Castle Owner (75)
Before Shen Yuan looked over, the first thing she heard was the excited and happy voices of several girls.
"Oh my god, I'm lucky, thank you."
"I won the lottery, but it says my luck has been bad these past few days. No, I want to buy a lucky Pixiu online."
"I don't understand what this poem means. Master, can you explain it to us?"
On the small path covered with tea leaves, there was an old man in coarse clothes setting up a small stall with a cloth banner fluttering in the wind, with the two big words "fortune telling" written on it.
Chen Yuan suddenly remembered that the blogger also mentioned that there was an old man who set up a stall on Tu Mountain to tell people's fortunes, but he didn't do it often and his predictions were not accurate. He was a charlatan.
Chen Yuan looked at the culprit who was grabbing the corner of his clothes and asked patiently, "Do you want to settle it?"
He doesn't look like a person who believes in fate, so why would he be interested in this?
Fu Qi smiled casually, "It doesn't hurt to calculate it."
He and his sister must be destined to be together, yes, definitely.
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After the girls in front finished interpreting the lots, it was Fu Qi's turn, and Chen Yuan lined up behind him.
The old man raised his eyelids and looked at him, with no other expression on his serious face. He casually pushed the two wooden cups over.
"Scan the code first, then flip the cup."
Acting like a businessman.
Fu Qi didn't move. The old man raised his beard and waved his hand impatiently.
"If you count, scan the code. If you don't, don't block the road. There are people behind you."
Shen Yuan was frightened by these words, and quickly grabbed Fu Qi's big hand hanging by his side and rubbed it very gently.
He had a bad temper, and with the old man's attitude, Shen Yuan was worried that the two of them would start arguing.
Feeling the tingling and warm touch on his palm, Fu Qi knew that this was her way of comforting him because she was afraid that he would be angry, and his eyebrows curved slightly.
He turned around and stretched out his right hand in front of Shen Yuan, looking righteous and not embarrassed at all.
"Sister, give me twenty dollars."
I almost forgot, he has no money on him.
Chen Yuan obediently scanned the code, paid forty yuan, and lifted the screen to show the old man.
After seeing the two of them pay, the old man's attitude didn't get much better, and the look he gave Fu Qi was even stranger.
A grown man is not ashamed to ask his girlfriend to pay.
"Let's play the toss."
Fu Qi picked up the two wooden cups, played with them carefully for a while, and then threw them away casually.
The wooden cup fell onto the table and spun twice before coming to rest.
The old man raised his eyes and legs and said leisurely, "One is straight and the other is reversed, forty degrees east by south, number twenty-seven."
As he spoke, he took out a bamboo tube from the torn bag beside him. The tube was filled with shaved sticks with gold edges.
The preparations are quite sufficient.
Chen Yuan didn't believe that the old man in front of him really knew some medical skills, but this little lunatic thought that it would be okay to spend forty yuan to make him happy.
As soon as the thought came to his mind, Chen Yuan felt that he had the potential to become a domineering CEO.
I spent forty dollars to make my little wife Fu Qi happy, and it felt pretty good.
Before the dream was over, the old man had already found bamboo stick number 27 in the bamboo tube and took it in his hand to examine it carefully.
Neither Shen Yuan nor Fu Qi disturbed him when he was interpreting the divination. Shen Yuan was thinking about where to take Fu Qi to play later and didn't care much. But Fu Qi was reading it seriously, looking forward to the result of the interpretation.
The two people's perspectives were completely different. Chen Yuan was thinking that this old man didn't look reliable anyway.
What Fu Qi was thinking was, no matter whether he was reliable or not, he just wanted to hear him say that he and his sister were destined to be together.
Even if there is no fate, it will become fate.
The old man narrowed his eyes, tugged at the beard on his right lip, and looked calm and composed.
This time the interpretation time was obviously longer than that of the previous female tourist.
Chen Yuan leaned on Fu Qi's shoulder, glanced at the number 27, and then looked at the fortune teller.
"Master, is this a good or bad fortune?"
Hearing her question, the old man put down the lottery stick with a light click of his tongue, muttering, "Strange, really strange."
Fu Qi frowned: "What's the result?"
“That shouldn’t be the case.”
The old man looked up at Fu Qi, from head to toe, not missing an inch of his face. His originally casual and lazy face was now full of seriousness.
This was the most complicated lot he had ever seen. If he hadn't memorized the position of each lot, he would have suspected that he had picked up the wrong one.
"master?"
Shen Yuan thought he was in a daze.
The fortune teller finally came back to his senses, coughed uncomfortably, and told the two the result of the interpretation.
"This lot is a very bad lot."
Chen Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and she tightened her grip on Fu Qi's hand, causing Fu Qi to look sideways at her.
"This is my signature. Why are you so nervous, sister?"
He smiled nonchalantly, grabbed Shen Yuan's wrist with his backhand, and interlocked their fingers.
The warmth of the palm spread to Shen Yuan.
The fortune teller was unfazed and continued interpreting the divination: "This is the most complicated divination I've ever seen. It's so strange."
"Girl, are you this guy's girlfriend?"
Chen Yuan nodded, and the old man sighed softly.
"He has no relatives and no fate, and his life is full of ups and downs. He is destined to be alone."
He knew it wasn't nice to say this in front of the young couple, but hiding the results of the divination was against his professional ethics.
Although there is not much professional ethics.
Fu Qi raised his eyebrows slightly, not feeling surprised, but just held Chen Yuan's hand tightly.
The veins on the back of the hand are slightly exposed, and the fingertips are slightly red.
When he was just born, his grandfather found a wandering Taoist priest to tell his fortune, and the result was exactly the same.
His mother didn't want him to go down this path, so she asked an expert to change his fate.
Later, his mother's family fell into decline, and the master was found hanged from the beam of the house. Fu Qi knew that his fate could not be changed.
But he doesn't believe in fate anyway.
Destined to be alone?
How can he be destined to be alone when he has a sister by his side?
The old man glanced at Fu Qi's face and continued, "If he was destined to be alone, it wouldn't be strange. After all, there are one or two people destined to be alone every three years. The strange thing is..."
"This kid's fate fell a long time ago. He was born into a wealthy family in an official's mansion. How could it happen to him..."
"Strange, very strange."
Chen Yuan finally understood that Fu Qi's fate was not only to be alone, but also to die early. He was supposed to die when the whole family was exiled, but it was the chief executioner who intervened and took him to the cemetery, and he has been missing since then.
In the eyes of outsiders, he had died a long time ago, so the fortune teller thought his fate was strange.
Knowing the inside story, she would of course not tell the truth, which would bring unknown risks to Fu Qi.
"Maybe this is his destiny, Master. Thank you for your interpretation."
The master saw that this was Chen Yuan's excuse and didn't want to interfere.
There is an iron rule in this industry: don’t look too much, don’t talk too much, and don’t interfere too much.
This kid has such a strange fate, he is definitely not an ordinary person.
He picked up the pipe and took a puff, and white smoke curled up.
This is his habit every time he finishes interpreting a fortune. He clears away the confusion and frustration in his chest so that he can interpret the next fortune more accurately.
After taking a puff, he knocked the pipe on the table with his backhand.
"Okay, it's your turn, toss the cup."
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