Chapter 111: Defying the will of heaven and changing fate

The young Taoist priest pinched his chin and remained silent for a while.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know how to solve it. It's a disaster if it's a disaster." Lu Zhi said, "I shook it. It has nothing to do with Shen Ranxin."

Shen Ranxin asked sincerely: "So what does this stick mean? Is there a solution to this bad omen? Didn't you say that what you are best at is to seek good fortune and avoid disaster? How can I avoid this?"

The young Taoist priest held the lottery stick tube, took a look, then put the stick back into the tube and said, "Shake it again."

Lu Zhi and Shen Ranxin looked at each other, and Lu Zhi took the lottery tube again and shook it.

Click.

The stick fell to the ground, and Shen Ranxin picked it up: "...Master, it's still very evil."

Young Taoist priest: “…”

He put the stick back into the stick holder again and said seriously, "One more time."

Lu Zhi frowned and clicked his tongue, becoming a little impatient.

In fact, he didn't really believe in these things, but because he saw that Shen Ranxin seemed to care about them, he shook them according to his wishes.

But now it seems that this half-baked Taoist priest is not very reliable.

Shen Ran became more and more nervous.

This kind of thing, if you believe it, it exists, and if you don't believe it, it doesn't exist. For some reason, he just inexplicably believed in this young Taoist priest in front of him who looked very young.

Although he would stand with Lu Zhi no matter what happened, it was better to avoid bloody disasters.

After Lu Zhi repeated the shaking five times, the young Taoist cursed.

His voice was so soft that I couldn't hear what he was cursing.

But Shen Ranxin's face really turned pale.

I shook the lot five times, and all the results were very bad, but each time they were different.

How fierce is this?

Lu Zhi reached out, took the bad stick from Shen Ranxin's hand, and put it back into the stick holder: "Why, do you want to shake it for the sixth time?"

The young Taoist shook his head. Shen Ranxin was about to ask when he saw the Taoist with a serious face take out a lucky stick from the stick box and put it into Lu Zhi's hand.

Lu Zhi: “?”

Shen Ranxin: “?”

"Don't panic, benefactor." The young Taoist said in a deep voice, "I will change your fate!"

Lu Zhi was holding the lucky sign and almost laughed out of anger: "Are you really going to change your fate like this?"

"My fate is determined by myself, not by God." The Taoist took back the lucky sign and said, "Thank you, benefactor, for surviving a disaster. May everything go well for you!"

"No, you fortune tellers, you don't even need training to tell fortunes for others now?" Lu Zhi sneered, "Didn't your master teach you how to cheat?"

"I never lie." The young Taoist priest held out his hand and said, "I have finished my divination. Benefactor, I will give you the result of 88,888."

"?" As soon as money was mentioned, Shen Ranxin's vigilance instantly came online: "Didn't you just say that it only counts if we are destined to be together?"

"Yes." The young Taoist priest said confidently: "Eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight yuan."

Shen Ranxin: “…”

"Believe in the Tao and you will have eternal life." The young Taoist took out a few pieces of talisman paper from his pocket and said, "This is a gift for you. It will be of great use in the future."

Lu Zhi sneered and pulled Shen Ranxin away.

The Taoist stopped him and said, "Donor, I will tell your fortune and you will give me Yuanzi. This is karma. If you avoid this karma, if anything happens in the future, I will not be responsible."

Lu Zhi narrowed his eyes and looked like he wanted to beat someone up. Shen Ranxin could even feel the attack pheromones emanating from him.

But the young Taoist in front of him still had that smiling face, and didn't seem affected at all.

Even if the Beta cannot smell the pheromones, his body will feel the oppression of the Alpha.

This can only prove two things, either this little Taoist priest is an Alpha who is more advanced than Lu Zhi, or this little Taoist priest has some way to avoid pheromone interference.

Shen Ranxin had indeed heard the theory of cause and effect from the young Taoist priest, but more than 80,000 yuan was so expensive that it made him feel a little distressed.

"It's like this, we are here with the production team." Shen Ranxin said righteously, "So all our expenses will be covered by the production team. When you see a director named Chen later, just go up to him and ask for it."

Anyway, Director Chen said that the program team will reimburse everyone’s expenses today, so why aren’t the expenses for fortune-telling counted as expenses?

"Sure, sure." The young Taoist priest quickly took out a contract and placed it in front of Shen Ranxin: "Press your handprint here to indicate that the money you owe will be repaid by the program team."

Shen Ranxin: “…”

Shen Ranxin: "Are you really not a professional scammer?"

The young Taoist priest waved his hand and said, "I've done it before, but it doesn't make money. It's not as fast as fortune-telling."

Shen Ranxin: “…”

Forget it. Although this young man does look unreliable, he is so handsome and trustworthy at first glance. So what he said must have some truth to it.

After reading the contract, he put his fingerprints on it.

The young man carefully put the contract into his pocket, patted Shen Ranxin on the shoulder, and nodded with satisfaction: "You are a teachable boy. Good days are ahead for you!"

After saying that, he ran away quickly along the path just like he came.

Lu Zhi and Shen Ranxin stood side by side.

Lu Zhi said, "This is the first time I've seen you willingly let someone cheat you."

"Maybe he is not lying to us." Shen Ranxin looked at the lucky stick in his hand and said, "Just think of it as a good omen. After all, fishing sometimes depends on luck."

Not long after the young Taoist priest left, a man dressed as a monk came out to greet them.

The monk saw the stick in Shen Ranxin's hand at a glance, and his face instantly fell.

Before Shen Ranxin could speak, the monk said, "My two benefactors, did you see a good-looking boy wearing a Taoist robe, about fifteen or sixteen years old?"

Shen Ranxin nodded: "He just left. Is he the little Taoist priest here?"

The monk touched his bald head, was silent for two seconds, and then asked, "Do you think this place looks like a Taoist temple?"

Shen Ranxin: “…”

Yes, how could a Taoist priest appear in such a damn temple?!

The monk gnashed his teeth and asked, "How much did you give him?"

Shen Ranxin made a number: "Eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight."

The monk pinched his nose, made a wait gesture, and took out a latest model communicator from the cloth bag beside him.

An old voice soon came from the communicator: "Wai?"

"Tilt your head!" the monk yelled, "Old Taoist priest with a big nose, can you please take care of the thanksgiving ceremony?! How many times has this month happened? Huh?!"

The voice paused for a moment, then asked, "What's the matter? Did he go down the mountain to tell fortunes again?"