In addition, there are many big fairies who are sitting at home waiting for customers to come to their door.

This kind of big fairy usually uses the so-called gimmick of inviting the gods to help people with fortune-telling and divination, and sometimes helps people exorcise evil spirits.

The job that this kind of big fairy does most is to exorcise children.

The old man is superstitious that children will be frightened when they see unclean things, and then cry non-stop, so they asked Da Xianer to take a look.

Generally speaking, young people who don't believe in such things, including some old intellectuals, also dismiss such things.

It was the same with He Yuanjiang.

He has been abroad for so many years, and he has never been superstitious about these things, but today, his right eye keeps twitching, and his daughter is participating in military operations with the Syrian government army. He is really worried, so he suddenly moved. The mind of the hexagram.

So, he said to Ye Chen: "Ye Chen, if you have something to do, do it first, I'll take a look over there."

Ye Chen saw that the direction he was pointing from out of the corner of his eye was the fortune-telling booth, so he asked, "Uncle He, do you want to find someone to do the math?"

He Yuanjiang nodded and sighed: "Hey, I now know why everyone has religious beliefs. It must be when I am as helpless as I am now. I really don't know what to do, so I can only pin my hope on religion. Faith, or feudal superstition, is mainly to find a psychological comfort."

Ye Chen smiled slightly, and said: "Anyway, I don't have anything important to do, so I'll go with you.

He Yuanjiang didn't think much, nodded, and came to the fortune-telling booth with Ye Chen.

At this time, sitting in front of the fortune-telling booth was an old man with dark skin, gray hair and beard, and a little thin.

The old man looked about seventy or eighty years old, sitting alone in front of the stall, unhurriedly stroking the beard on his chin, and he had the aura of a fairy wind and a crane bone.

He Yuanjiang came to him, and before he could speak, the old man asked him: "Does this gentleman want to ask about good or bad luck?

He Yuanjiang nodded and said, "I want to ask for my daughter to see if she is safe.

The old man hummed, pushed a bamboo tube filled with bamboo sticks over, and said, "Come on, thinking about your daughter, then shake a stick out.

He Yuanjiang hurriedly followed suit, thinking about his daughter, while shaking the bamboo tube, dozens of bamboo sticks in the bucket kept protruding out as he shook it, until one of them fell out of the bucket first.

He Yuanjiang opened his eyes, quickly picked up the bamboo stick, looked down at the words on it, and said: "I heard that tonight is Shangyuan, and the silver lights and trees shine in the sky; there was a violent storm for no reason, the lights of thousands of families were extinguished, and the orchestra was broken." What means?"

The old man smiled slightly, and said inscrutablely: "This is the 32nd lottery of Che Gongling, if you need to unlock the lottery, please rejoice with five hundred yuan, it can be regarded as a good fortune.

When Ye Chen heard this, he concluded in his heart that the old man was a liar.

Fortune-telling by fortune-telling is a Taoist idea. As for randomness or blessings, this is a Buddhist idea.

It is absolutely impossible for a Taoist disciple to say words such as rejoicing and blessing. This feeling is like a monk saying that it is enough to donate money. Like going to heaven to see God, logic itself is problematic.

However, He Yuanjiang didn't know this.

Hearing that the other party asked for five hundred yuan, he took out his mobile phone without any hesitation and asked, "Can I scan the QR code to pay?

The old man took out a payment code that had been printed long ago, and said with a smile, "Come on, scan this, WeChat and Alipay are fine."

He Yuanjiang was in a hurry to scan the QR code to pay. Ye Chen wanted to stop him, but after thinking about it, he was like an ant on a hot pot, and he definitely couldn't stop it by himself, so he didn't say much, just waited and watched.

Soon, He Yuanjiang completed the payment, and there was a notification sound from the old man's pocket, "Five hundred yuan into the account via WeChat." The lights and trees shine all day long; there was a violent storm for no reason, and the lights of thousands of houses were cut off. The lights of thousands of families were blown out, and the festival that was originally played and sung also disappeared.�

Speaking of this, he sighed, and said: "This is really the most unlucky lottery. If you get this lottery, no matter what you want to ask, you can sum it up in four words."

In desperation, He Yuanjiang asked, "Which four words?!" JrNovels.com