"Um?"

The old man's hands suddenly froze.

He opened his eyes with a puzzled look and stared at Chen Fan.

Then he continued to calculate, but as the results increased, his expression gradually turned pale, and he even broke out in a cold sweat.

Looking at the old man, his body was trembling slightly and sweat was pouring down.

Su Ruchu was confused.

I don't understand what happened.

But the old Taoist priest seemed to have Parkinson's disease. He trembled all over for a long time before he suddenly opened his eyes and let out a long sigh.

It was like the first breath of a person who had been holding his breath for a long time and was suddenly saved. It was creepy to hear.

His face turned pale and he put his hands down tremblingly.

The old Taoist raised his head and secretly glanced at Chen Fan.

"I won't measure your horoscope anymore."

"Um?"

Chen Fan frowned: "Why?"

"No more test. No more test. I can't test your horoscope."

As he spoke, the old Taoist reached into his pocket and took out two ten-yuan bills.

"Here is your money, I will give it to you. I am out of luck."

Su Ruchu asked doubtfully: "Master, why..."

Chen Fan grabbed Su Ruochu and said, "Forget it. Let's go."

"But……"

Su Ruchu wanted to say something, but was pulled away by Chen Fan.

"This old man is talking nonsense. It's obvious that he's a charlatan. Ignore him."

Su Ruchu walked out a few steps and turned to look at the Taoist priest behind him.

However, at this moment, the Taoist priest was sitting slumped on the bamboo chair in an ungraceful manner, with a dull look in his eyes, looking a little wolfish.

“I think his calculations are quite accurate in some places.”

Su Ruochu muttered softly.

Chen Fan smiled and said, "Silly girl, I rely on this to make a living. If you don't get a single word right, I'll starve to death."

Su Ruchu curled her lips and did not refute.

Although Chen Fan had a smile on his face, he was already crying out for a tsunami inside.

The shock that the old Taoist priest had just said to Chen Fan was no different from the shock that Chen Fan had just felt when he was reborn.

Because he felt that the old Taoist priest was right about everything.

But this old man calculated his own destiny in his previous life.

In his previous life, he had a successful career and a net worth of over 10 billion, but his parents passed away one after another at a young age. Even his beloved Su Ruchu died in a car accident before he could get married.

Chen Fan's fate is to be cursed and eventually live alone in old age.

Even before death, there is no one close to you.

Chen Fan didn't know whether the old man had seen something or whether he had really calculated it based on his own horoscope.

But if you really calculate these based on the eight characters.

Then why is it the previous life that is calculated? Why is it not this life?

Do I really have an opinion about this world?

No matter what, Chen Fan wanted to take Su Ruchu away from this place as soon as possible.

He doesn't like anything that is beyond his control.

…

Behind him, the old Taoist priest finally recovered from his stagnation after five or six minutes.

He let out a long sigh and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

He glanced around.

Chen Fan and Su Ruchu were no longer there.

The old Taoist priest hesitated for a moment, then quickly stood up, hastily packed up his stall, packed a bundle on his shoulders and left the square.

After leaving the square, the old Taoist priest found an empty corner, put down his robe, and took out an old Nokia blue-screen mobile phone from his robe.

Open Contacts.

There is a number on it.

The remark is "1".

No one knows who this "1" is.

The old Taoist took a deep breath, and his eyes became bright and clear, no longer as lazy and energetic as before.

After adjusting his condition, the old Taoist pressed the dial button.

“Beep…”

When the phone rang for the fifth time, the person on the other end answered.

"Hello."

"It's me. I want to contact Mr. Bai."

"Mr. Bai is not available to answer the phone right now."

The old Taoist adjusted his state and said in a deep voice.

“It’s very important!”

"Tell Mr. Bai that I have found the person he is looking for."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, then the man continued.

"Hold on."

About two hours later, a deep and steady voice came from the other end of the phone.

"It's me."

The old Taoist priest stood up straighter subconsciously.

"Master Bai, I found the person."

"Tell me about the situation."

"This afternoon, I was fortune-telling at the Ashoka Temple in Yinzhou, and I met a young couple..."

So the old Taoist priest quickly recounted everything that had just happened.

After finishing speaking, he shut up and waited for the voice on the other end of the phone.

"Are you sure you're seeing this?"

"I make my living from this. You are definitely not wrong."

This time, the breathing sound on the other end of the phone showed a slight fluctuation.

"Aśoka Temple? Yinzhou? That seems to be in Ningbo, right?"

The old Taoist priest hurriedly said respectfully, "It's in Ningbo."

"What's that person's name?"

The old Taoist priest's expression froze and he felt a little embarrassed.

"They didn't say anything. And you can tell they were being very cautious."

As if he was afraid of the other party's anger, the old Taoist priest continued to explain.

"But I can confirm that they are not native to Yinzhou."

"Because they speak with a Los Angeles accent."

"Los Angeles?" Mr. Bai on the other end of the phone seemed to still be recalling where Los Angeles was.

The old Taoist priest traveled far and wide, and it was obvious that he was very familiar with every place.

He reminded quietly, "Los Angeles is located in Donghai Province. It's an unknown small city. Oh, and it's next to the Sea of ​​Clouds."

He believed that what he had said was specific enough.

You need to have the birth dates of two people. Given the number of people on the other end of the phone, it is easy to find them.

"Understood."

"Tell me the birth dates of these two people."

"yes."

The old Taoist slowed down his speech and read out the eight characters of Chen Fan and Su Ruchu's birthdates word by word.

The person on the other end of the phone repeated it again and confirmed that there were no problems before he spoke slowly.

"Good. You did a good job this time. I owe you one."

The old Taoist priest said excitedly: "It is my honor to work for Master Bai."

"Okay. Please come and see me sometime. I want to ask some details in person."

"Yes. I'll leave right now."

After hanging up the phone, the old Taoist priest looked around, put away his phone, picked up his bag again and prepared to leave.

At the same time, more than 1,300 kilometers away from Yinzhou is Beijing.

In a private villa somewhere in the western suburbs.

A middle-aged man in a gray Taoist robe stood on the balcony of the study.

The long hair on her head was casually tied up with a silk ribbon, which made her look a little wild and unrestrained.

In front of him was a piece of paper with the two horoscopes written on it that the old Taoist priest had just mentioned on the phone.

After staring at the note for a long time, the middle-aged man bent down, picked up the brush on the desk, dipped it in ink, and then wrote the two characters "눃辰" again in small regular script on the rice paper in front of him.

After finishing writing, the middle-aged man straightened up and stared at it for a long time, as if there was something attractive on it.

Ten minutes later, the middle-aged man murmured.

"It's been so many years. I finally found it."

"Someone come!"

At the door of the study, an old man walked in.

"Master Bai."

"Tell my brother that Ruoxue and Xiaoci can come back."