Chapter 25: My home is all over the world, and wherever I am registered is where I live.
Feng Zhibai's face instantly darkened.
She was a prophet of metaphysics, a former Heavenly Supervisor! And yet they asked her to set up a fortune-telling stall on the roadside!
It's disgraceful!
Raising his hand to make a pause, Feng Zhibai said seriously, "Xiaomi, I'm a prophet of metaphysics. Setting up a roadside stall to tell fortunes is unbecoming. So, you can use my remaining money to buy a shop nearby. From now on, you and I can do business there. I've already chosen a name for the shop: 'A Shop of Poor Things.'"
"ah?"
Old Mi Tou was a little sleepy at first, but when he heard that Feng Zhibai was going to open a shop and name it "A Shop of Poshier", he immediately woke up.
"Hey, girl, you better think it through!" Clapping his hands, Lao Mitou came up to Feng Zhibai and pointed his finger back and forth at himself and Feng Zhibai: "It's just the two of us, one half-baked, and the other a little girl who can only talk but has some minor skills. Are you sure you want to spend money to open a shop and do business? What's the matter? Do you think you can make up for the losses now?"
"Um?"
Feng Zhibai raised his voice and said confidently: "Would I do a business that would lose money?"
"I don't know if it will happen, but I'm sure I'll lose money. You're still young and don't understand the dangers of today's society. So, don't argue with me. Let's go and do what we need to do tomorrow, and then go to the park to set up a fortune-telling stall. If you can make money with this mouth and not get into trouble, then we'll find a prosperous shop. Then, you can be the manager and I'll do the odd jobs for you."
Lao Mi poured a glass of overnight water and drank it all in one gulp.
He and Feng Zhibai are truly close friends.
These words and thoughts were all from a practical perspective and were for her own good.
After all, we have lived and died together.
"Xiaomi, Xiaomi, if I don't show you my skills, you probably won't know how powerful I am!"
Feng Zhibai raised his hand and nodded repeatedly, shaking his head, his face full of smugness.
"Yes, yes, you are amazing. We are all ears to see you."
Too lazy to talk to her, Old Mitou waved his hand and stood up: "My old bones can't take it anymore. If there is anything you can't handle, come and wake me up. Goodbye, good night."
With a flick of his sleeves, Lao Mi's head was torn to pieces.
Lying on the sofa, Feng Zhibai swung the handkerchief in his hand comfortably: "No need to say goodnight to me, go to bed early."
Old Mitou had already walked to the door of the room. Hearing Feng Zhibai's words, he couldn't help laughing: "Little girl, where did you get this problem?"
This girl has been with him for a day, and it seems that she is not very shrewd, but sometimes she is really strange. Whether it is the way she speaks or some of her behaviors, she does not seem like a teenage girl nowadays.
On the contrary, he looked more like an ancient old man.
Although it's very weird, fortunately the little girl is a nice person and has some abilities.
After entering the house, Lao Mitou didn't think much about it. He simply washed up and lay down on the bed to sleep.
In the living room, Feng Zhibai passed the small bedroom with disdain and went straight into the large bedroom.
According to her philosophy, she is a prophet and an ancestor, and a small bedroom does not suit her status.
I chose a comfortable position and lay down on the bed. Soon, the night passed without a word.
The next morning, Old Mitou did not wake up from a peaceful dream, but was awakened by a loud sound of kicking the door!
The sound of "Dang" was like thunder, which frightened him so much that he jumped out of bed.
"What, what happened?"
With a loud shout, he quickly got out of bed, put on his slippers and went out of the room.
His right eyelid twitching constantly told him that nothing good had happened.
"What's wrong?"
He hurriedly opened the door of the room and ran out with his slippers scattered.
But the scene he saw almost made him faint on the spot!
Two rooms! Two doors! Only the door frame was left in the middle of the night!
At this moment, Feng Zhibai was bending over and trying to lift up the master bedroom door that was lying flat on the ground...
Seeing Lao Mitou appear in front of the bedroom door, Feng Zhibai looked up at him and gave him a big smile, a little embarrassed but polite.
"You don't have to get up so early to pay your respects to me."
Old Mitou's expression froze on his face, his eyes rolled back and he fell backwards.
"Why!"
Seeing that he had climbed over, Feng Zhibai quickly let go of the door in his hand and ran towards Lao Mi Tou.
"What are you doing? Are you in a hurry because you woke up so early?"
Feng Zhibai reached out and picked up Lao Mi Tou with an innocent look on his face.
"I'm fine..."
Looking up at Feng Zhibai, Lao Mitou felt his blood pressure soar.
His two good doors were broken down before they were even used.
How come this girl is so strong at such a young age!
The door is broken!
"Are you really alright?"
Feng Zhibai grabbed Lao Mi Tou's hand and placed it on his left wrist. Before Lao Mi Tou could react, Feng Zhibai grabbed his right wrist and pressed it back and forth several times as if taking his pulse.
"Your pulse is weak, your Qi and blood are insufficient, and you are prone to worrying and feeling weak. Xiaomi, you have a heart disease, and your mind and body are not in good condition."
Pulling his sleeve, Feng Zhibai helped Lao Mi Tou sit on the sofa.
"Can you also take a pulse?"
After pouring a glass of overnight water, Lao Mitou took two deep breaths before looking at Feng Zhibai in slight shock.
Following Old Mitou's example, Feng Zhibai poured himself a glass of overnight water. "The five arts of metaphysics are mountain medicine, fate, physiognomy, and divination. Mountain medicine is about self-cultivation and strengthening the body. Medicine is about balancing yin and yang and saving the world. Fate is about the four pillars and eight characters, and wealth and poverty. Physiognomy is about the three aspects of heaven, earth, and man, and it can peek into the secrets of heaven. And divination is about cause and effect, good and bad fortune. Every practitioner in the mortal world should be familiar with these five arts."
Rubbing the cup in his hand, Feng Zhibai said proudly, "Although I have no sect or school, I have some knowledge of the Five Arts. But you, Xiaomi, are a half-baked fortune teller with little luck. So, how about you take me as your master and I will teach you the Qimen Dunjia?"
Listening to her talking so eloquently, Old Mitou smiled with interest.
Holding his waist, he stood up and walked towards the bathroom. "If word gets out that I, an old man, have a young girl like you as my master, it won't sound good. After all, I'm a fortune teller with some reputation in Qingcheng Park."
Feng Zhibai lay on his side on the sofa and gulped down a large mouthful of water. "Since you don't want to, I won't force you. Just go with the flow."
Put the cup back on the coffee table.
"Last night I observed the sky. The stars were setting in the south, the Big Dipper was shifting slightly, and near noon a golden light appeared in the due south. This is a sign of a chance encounter. Today we two will go south and perhaps we will encounter someone with the golden light."
Old Mitou was brushing his teeth and washing his face in the bathroom. When he saw the two gates still lying on the ground in the mirror, he couldn't help but sigh: "The one with golden light on his body might be the master who repaired the gates."
He wiped his face and shook off the water in his hands: "First, go downstairs to have breakfast and then go to the police station."
Feng Zhibai has no identity certificate and no household registration. If he needs to apply for an ID card, he needs to explain the situation to the local police station or police station and then go to his hometown to register.
Only after obtaining the household registration certificate can you apply for the certificate.
Lao Mi Tou also thought about where Feng Zhibai should be registered.
I asked her many times where she lived before, but after asking for a long time, Feng Zhibai only said one sentence: The whole world is my home, and wherever it is is my registered place.
He was so angry that he almost jumped up and hit someone.
There was no other way but to call Qu Yun and ask him to see if there was any way to solve the household registration problem.
Qu Yun originally planned to submit Feng Zhibai's household registration certificate to Kyoto, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was not appropriate.
After all, he was a Taoist priest taking a little girl to Kyoto to register his household registration. If someone saw him, who knows what crazy things would be spread.
Moreover, there is a certain distance and time required to travel from Qinghai City to Kyoto, so it is not cost-effective.
So, the two decided to ask Jinfeng for help.
Jin Feng did not delay for a moment after receiving Qu Yun's call. She contacted the police station directly, explained Feng Zhibai's situation to the police station, and quickly and successfully registered Feng Zhibai's registered residence in Qinghai City.
As for Feng Zhibai, he went to the police station to fill out the information, and in a few days he would be able to take his household registration certificate to apply for it.
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