Hearing that the old magic stick was about to start using the fortune incense, Fangzheng watched with anticipation in his eyes.
He is still looking forward to the next effect of this fortune fragrance.
I saw the old magic stick touched his lower body and pulled out something,
click.
Watching the old god stick take out the lighter and light the incense stick,
Incense sticks rise and white smoke curls up,
Fangzheng was startled in surprise.
This is a bit inconsistent with the picture he imagined.
This is not an ordinary incense stick among the people, but a fortune incense.
This opening method is so meaty? Does it have any effect if there is no special starting gesture or the use of holy fire, congenital fire, and real fire of Samadhi
This is not lofty at all.
and! !
Fangzheng's left and right temples were throbbing wildly.
Everyone else lights a stick of incense.
What's the matter with your old magic stick just lighting a stick of incense
The old magic stick lit all the incense sticks, which consisted of more than a hundred sticks of incense sticks, and immediately made the street full of smoke, causing passers-by to cover their noses and flee in a hurry.
Fangzheng suddenly felt a little regretful, this old god who is unreliable in his work, whether he is reliable this time.
"Cough cough... little brother, the effect of this fragrance is a little bit discounted. I'm a veteran, I suggest that in the future, try to burn as much as possible at a time. If the quality is not good, we will use the quantity to make up for it. Quantity changes lead to qualitative changes!"
In the thick smoke, the old god stick was smoking and talking at the same time, the smoke made his nose runny and tears flowed.
Fangzheng didn't make a sound, and didn't interrupt the old magic stick. He quietly looked at the old magic stick, waiting for the effect of the incense of luck.
Next, the old magic stick began to hold a handful of fortune incense in both hands, staring at the unlucky thief across the road without blinking, and began to mutter words in his mouth.
The thief across the road was standing in front of a shop with a pair of nail clippers in his hand, pretending to be clipping his nails to conceal his identity. In the dark, there are several battery cars parked outside the store entrance.
Fangzheng thought that the old magic stick was chanting a spell, but after listening to it for a while, he realized something was wrong.
"Old Daoist, I want the most valuable thing on you!"
"Old Daoist, I want the most valuable thing on you!"
…
Sure enough, the old god stick is unreliable in doing things.
I don't know if it's because the old god stick has been staring at others, but the thief who has been wandering around near the battery car noticed the old god stick's gaze.
Then I also saw the old god stick holding a handful of incense in his hand, facing him, his mouth crooked and his eyes slanted in anger, isn't this pure heart cursing me to death
The thief glared at the old god stick viciously, with a clear warning.
But the old god stick, who was getting snot and tears falling from the thick smoke, was lowering his head to wipe his eyes, but he didn't see the thief's vicious stare.
Seeing that the old god stick was so ignorant, the thief rushed across the road and approached the old god stick with vicious eyes: "Old man, if you don't want to be beaten, get out of here."
The old god stick calmly glanced at the thief who was threatening him, and then fell down on the ground naturally, making the thief tremble in fright, this is what happened to Pengci.
Seeing the people around him, he started pointing at him, and the thief was about to cry: "Stop making trouble, I didn't touch you at all, you fell down by yourself."
The old magic stick was still lying on the ground and couldn't get up.
The thief was so frightened that he ran away, not even stealing the battery, for fear that the old magic stick on the ground would really rely on him.
Run too fast, ding, drop an item.
Fangzheng was immediately amused when he saw it.
It was the nail scissors in the thief's hand, which fell to the ground.
Looking at the nail scissors that fell on the ground, the face of the old god stick turned green on the spot.
"Old god stick, your incense is almost burnt out, and the thief has disappeared. Could it be that the treasure lost by the thief is this nail scissors?"
Fangzheng deliberately bit his nails and cut the three characters, and teased and attacked with a half-smile.
I don't know if this incense stick is related to the material. It burns very fast. Within a few minutes, it has burned so fast that only the last piece of thin wooden stick is left.
"This time it was a mistake!!"
"It's possible that the thief was originally a poor thief, and the only most valuable thing on his body is this pair of nail clippers. Whoever is the poorest person in this world must be a thief, because a thief is poor!"
The green-faced old god stick got up again, stuck his neck up and defended himself stubbornly, and then saw him reach out and take out a new handful of incense sticks again.
Only then did Fang Zheng notice that there was a black bag on the ground on the other side of the old god stick.
The fortune incense was taken out of the black bag.
After the battery thief was scared away by the old god stick Pengci, this time, the old god stick changed another target.
This time it was a woman who was very stylishly dressed and dressed in bright clothes.
She was crossing the zebra crossing while throwing rubbish casually. Because of the hot weather, her palms were prone to sweating. She threw down several balls of wet wipes to wipe the sweat from her palms along the way, and threw them all the way.
There is no literacy.
"You are the one!"
The old god stick continued to burn incense, and there was another cloud of smoke and white smoke billowing on the side of the road.
I don't know, I thought something was burning here, maybe it was on fire.
Fangzheng listened carefully, the old magic stick changed the spell this time.
"No more nail clippers this time!"
"No more nail clippers this time!"
…
At this time, the woman who was throwing wet wipes all the way had already passed the zebra crossing. She saw that the old magic stick had been staring at her beauty, and she was still holding incense for dead people in her hand. His complexion became ugly.
"What are you looking at, you shameless old bastard for your age!"
"It's annoying to look at the thing in your hand, are you deliberately trying to curse me to die early!"
Thumb up!
She was stepping on high heels, wanting to snatch the incense in the hands of the old god stick in a menacing manner.
As a result, because of the late weather, the high-heeled shoes happened to step on the ditch cover on the side of the road, and the heel got stuck in the grille. When the foot sprained, the person fell to the ground on his knees and knocked on the old god stick turned his head.
Fangzheng: "..."
The old magic stick: "..."
In the end, the well-dressed woman took a taxi to the hospital with her knees broken and crying.
Fangzheng looked at the old god stick with strange eyes: "Old god stick, is your luck in the Xixi version reliable?"
"The first person dropped a nail clipper."
"The second person recognized a goddaughter for nothing."
"How do I feel, you are so lucky that you have never passed through it once."
At this time, the face of the old magic stick was darkened, and the results of Fortune Xiang's two consecutive times were different from what he imagined. It is conceivable how depressed he was, and at this time he was provoked by Fang Zheng again, and he said very dissatisfied: "You Come on."
"Little brother, if you rely on your luck, you can earn a hundred dollars today... No, if you can earn a thousand dollars today, I will run naked straight away."
"I don't believe it when I'm an old man. It's also good luck. If I'm an old man, I can only kill my nail clippers, but you can find money."
As he said that, the old magic stick had already stuffed a handful of incense into Fang Zheng's hand.
"Okay, you said it yourself." Fangzheng took the lighter and prepared to light it.
He was vaguely looking forward to what the fragrance of luck would bring him
(end of this chapter)