There was no words all night, and in the blink of an eye, before dawn, Ye Chen had already left the small garden.
A new day, a new beginning.
In the early morning, Zhuxian Town is prosperous and full of vitality. Stall owners are setting up stalls, people buying vegetables are shouting, and various roles are being performed, creating a scene of prosperity.
It was that restaurant again, Ye Chen appeared, wearing a Taoist robe.
This time, he didn't come to drink or cause trouble, but to do business. He was carrying a table and a chair, which were placed on the left side of the restaurant's entrance.
Looking at his table, there is a white cloth spread out. On the white cloth, there are pictures of the Nine Palaces and Bagua, and there are also some dense words. There is also a stick stuck on one side of the table, and the stick is also hung with white cloth. Three big characters were written domineeringly: Ye Banxian.
That's right, what Ye Chen does is fortune telling.
He was made a mortal, but his memory is still there, and so is the evolution of the universe. He can deduce the heavens and the earth, let alone divination for mortals. He is the most suitable person to do such things. Since it is for people like this, But you can't be idle, this can be considered an alternative kind of practice.
"With all my conscience, there is nothing I can't do."
Ye Chen was sitting there, with a wretched look on his face. Behind his neck was a closed folding fan. He wore a Taoist priest's tall hat on his head and held a whisk in his hand. It could be said that he was a fortune teller. He has everything he needs to keep himself from being too handsome and blinding passers-by. He also has a white beard and a black mole on his mouth.
"Ye Banxian'er?" When passers-by saw him, they couldn't help but raise their eyebrows and scanned Ye Chen up and down.
I don’t know why, but it doesn’t look reliable at first glance.
"Another pretender."
"There's nothing wrong with pretending to be a bad guy. You're young and don't do serious things." An old man walked by with a hoe on his shoulder, a look of disdain on his face. It's worth mentioning that he looked really dark.
"Donor, your hall is dark!" Ye Chen said meaningfully, stroking his beard.
"Do you even need to tell me?" the old man yelled, "I was born black, what the hell!"
"As you get older, be less angry. It's not good for your health."
"Hey, you little bastard." The old man got angry. He picked up his hoe and threatened to clean up Ye Chen. If passers-by hadn't stopped him, he would have overturned Ye Chen's stall.
After the small episode passed, the passers-by gradually dispersed, and they were convinced that Ye Chen was a liar again.
Ever since, Ye Chen has become deserted.
He was not in a hurry, holding his chin in his hands, as if it didn't matter whether he had business or not.
This is a god, an absolute great god.
It's not a lie, he can see through the passers-by on the street at a glance. He can clearly see which ones are going to be in disaster and which ones are going to have great luck. He can even see how much life is left for a person, whether they are married, and whether their wife is happy or not. Beautiful, I did it several times last night, and he knew it all.
But the embarrassing thing is that no one comes to tell the fortune, and no one pays attention to him.
This is also thanks to the fact that in the mortal world, if in the monk world, God knows, there will be many people who will break their heads. When it comes to fortune telling, the successor of Zhou Tiancheng is ranked second, and no one dares to be the first.
It was approaching noon and still no one came.
Maybe Ye Chen was tired, so he simply lay down on the table and fell asleep.
Soon, someone came to visit.
This man is an old man. If you take a closer look, isn't he the old man in purple robe who beat Ye Chen yesterday? I just heard that someone was telling fortunes at the door of the restaurant, so I ran over to take a look. I didn't know it, but I was shocked when I saw him. His eyes were vicious and he recognized Ye Chen.
Today, he is full of glory.
Last night, according to the cracking method given by Ye Chen, he adjusted his internal strength and got rid of the criticism. Moreover, his internal strength has improved to a higher level. For him, this is definitely a blessing.
"Little friend?" Seeing Ye Chen sleeping, the old man called softly.
Ye Chen was awakened and raised his head. With sleepy eyes, he wiped the saliva from his mouth first. When he saw it was an old man in purple robe, he yawned, "Old man, what do you want from me?"
"If my little friend is short of money, you can tell the old man why you have to suffer in the sun." The old man smiled and said, "If my little friend is willing, it would be great to stay in my house. I will treat you as an honored guest."
"What do you know? This is called experiencing life." Ye Chen curled his lips.
The old man in purple robe laughed dryly, but did not leave. He simply sat down and said, "I am idle as well. I'd like to trouble my little friend and give him a divination. I haven't done any divination in these many years."
"Is it a test of birth horoscopes, fortune and misfortune, or Feng Shui marriage." Ye Chen said casually.
"How about we test the birth date first?"
"You are a guest, so it's not up to you to decide what to test."
"Then the birth date."
"It's a good time to see the beautiful clouds. The golden wind leaves the sycamore trees early. I was born on the 24th of July. The jade dew, fairy flowers and the Milky Way are beautiful." Ye Chen said leisurely, still holding his chin with both hands, speaking very casually.
"What do you mean?" the purple-robed old man said in astonishment.
"In the year of Renzi, on the twenty-fourth day of the seventh lunar month, at the time of Zi, your five elements, water, are strong; the sun is in charge and the heavenly stem is wood; you must have fire to help you, but be careful not to have too much earth, and your fortune will be good or bad." Ye Chen said lazily.
Here, the expression of the old man in purple robe has changed.
No wonder he was like this, just because he hadn't said his birth date yet, Ye Chen actually knew it, and it was accurate. It's not that he had never told fortunes, but he was still the first to have such a divination as Ye Chen.
Thinking of this, he looked at Ye Chen tentatively, "My little friend is still good at divination?"
"It's just fur."
"This is not superficial." The old man said excitedly, "The birth date and horoscope are accurate."
"If you calculate well, I'll give you some reward. When you're done, you can stay somewhere cool."
"There's no hurry, no hurry." The old man hurriedly sat upright, "I'm sorry, little friend, and I'll calculate the blessings and misfortunes later."
"Sorry, the same person only counts once per day."
"Then... that old man will come back tomorrow." The old man in purple robe laughed dryly, stood up with some reluctance, bowed his hands, turned and left. Before leaving, he left a heavy money bag. He left, but Before he had gone far, he was sitting by the window of the teahouse opposite. It seemed that he was afraid that Ye Chen would run away. He was a noble man and had to be watched closely.
However, his salute to Ye Chen shocked passers-by.
In Zhuxian Town, no one knew that the old man in purple robe was a genuine martial arts master with great prestige, but he actually saluted a fortune teller with such a big gift, which was very puzzling.
"What's the situation? Why did Mr. Yang Ge salute a fortune teller?"
"This fortune teller has a great origin?"
"Maybe, this is a show to trick us into telling fortunes."
"Don't make trouble. Mr. Yang Ge is a reclusive senior. How could he do such a scandal? He doesn't
Short of money. "
Amid the discussion, Ye Chen became the center of attention.
Many passers-by gathered and pointed.
Ye Chen calmed down, holding his chin with both hands, bored, his eyes swaying from side to side, looking here and there, always feeling like a monkey, and these idle passers-by were just running away. They came to see the monkeys, and they only paid for it.
Quietly, the sky gradually darkened.
But Zhuxian Town is still prosperous, with red watch towers hanging high, as beautiful as flowers. The market at night is the most lively, and you can see many ladies. There is always a young man from an aristocratic family beside him, waving a folding fan, full of style, always thinking Showing off something, if you think about it carefully, it seems that you don't know how to do anything but eat, and all you can think about is where to get a room at night.
The business of the restaurant here is still so good, and the number of people coming in and out is not simple.
Compared to the prosperity of the restaurant, Ye Chen's business at the door was not as deserted as usual.
People who came to drink would look at him before entering.
However, just one glance did not put him at ease and concluded that he was a magician.
The world doesn't know, but Mr. Yang Ge knows it well.
At this moment, he was still sitting in the teahouse opposite, sitting by the window, not leaving even an inch, looking straight at Ye Chen, for fear that Ye Chen would disappear in a blink of an eye.
Only when I really asked Ye Chen for fortune telling did I realize how extraordinary Ye Chen was.
This is a noble man, and he is also a strange person. This is how the old man in purple robe identifies him.
Under his gaze, Ye Chen woke up again.
This guy looked at the sky, stretched out, and began to pack his bags unhurriedly.
At this time, no one should come to tell fortunes.
Seeing that Ye Chen was about to leave, Mr. Yang Ge from the teahouse opposite hurriedly followed him out and said with a smile, "My little friend, can you please come to your house to talk to me and let me show my friendship as a landlord?"
"Let's talk some other time." Ye Chen waved his hand, turned and left.
Mr. Yang Ge wanted to invite him again, but Ye Chen had already gone away.
This old man was very perseverant and did not give up. He followed Ye Chen quietly all the way. At the very least, he knew where Ye Chen lived. It would be easier to find someone in the future.
Again, we can't let this noble man, Ye Chen, run away.
Ahead, Ye Chen was leisurely wandering. Knowing that Yang Ge was following him, he ignored him and just wandered along the street. He ate a few bowls of plain soup noodles before returning to the small garden.
Mr. Yang Ge didn't dare to go in, he just watched from a distance.
After watching for a long time, he left.
In the garden, Ye Chen was lying on a seat, quietly looking up at the stars.
A day in the mortal world can be said to be fast or slow. There is no killing in the monk world, and there is no smell of disgusting blood. The life is uneventful, and the state of mind is not disturbed.
It was late at night before he got up.
Under the old tree, he closed his eyes slightly, wanting to break through the demon's confinement. It was good to be a mortal, but he missed home even more. He had been there for seventy years, and his homesickness complex was very strong.
However, his way of doing things is too shallow and he cannot shake the ban at all.
After several attempts, he finally became honest. Holding back his anger, he waited for the human king to pass the tribulation. He practiced as he practiced and waited for others. He sealed me as a mortal. It was so novel.
"Who did Fuxi ask him to wait for?" In the underworld, Yama Luo looked at the Underworld Emperor.
"Wait for someone, the person he should be waiting for." Emperor Hades said leisurely.
"This answer is like saying nothing." Yama of the Tenth Palace cursed in his heart, but did not dare to say it out. After following Emperor Hades for so long, their ten brothers knew the emperor's temper best. He would beat them up whenever something happened. With just one slap from him, someone could reach space.
In fact, they had already gone up and flew out of Jie Ming Mountain together.
Just kidding, what kind of existence is the Hades Emperor? He is a great emperor, shaking the past and the present. He can hear everything you think in your heart. If he hears it, then it will make these ten people happy.