Ninety-third bowl of soup (2)
Meng Daxian has been in the rivers and lakes for decades, the city management chased out security guards, chased wild dogs and bit them, and lived a peaceful life for a few days. There are no big and small things. In short, he has never made a fortune in this life. When he was the richest, he had all his belongings and passbooks. The total cost was 4,876 yuan and 52 cents. The best set of clothes was the Taoist robe handed down by the master. They were usually washed old Chinese tunic suits. In short, life was really miserable.
But the little girl's word became a prophecy, even Meng Daxian couldn't help being interested in it. He stared at Qing Huan for two seconds, and suddenly asked, "Do you have a master?"
Qing Huan smiled: "Do you want to take me in as an apprentice? I'm afraid it won't work."
Meng Daxian's face collapsed, and he sighed: "Forget it." After speaking, his face became ugly again, "Stinky girl, do you know that you respect the old and love the young? You just watch me fall into the ditch like an old man. Come and give me a hand? It's really a downturn in the world... "
It's better not to, she is wearing a new skirt, and the fat old man looks fat and strong, and feels stronger than her little girl. "You'd better get up by yourself, I'll treat you to kebabs at night."
Meng Daxian's eyes lit up: "Really?"
"certainly."
"You pay the bill?"
"certainly."
Meng Daxian, who was still sitting in the stinky ditch, laughed and a carp jumped up: "I'll go home and take a bath first!"
After speaking, he ran away in a hurry, and the stalls were all gone, and he didn't care whether Qing Huan would really be here waiting for him. Qing Huan sat on Meng Daxian's bamboo chair, patted the dust on her skirt, and flipped through the books and notes on Meng Daxian's stall. These are not valuable goods, even if they are thrown here, no one will take them, and they can't be sold for a few cents, so Meng Daxian is still very relieved. His house is just behind this street, and it doesn't take ten minutes to take a shower and come back.
Qing Huan found that although the fat old man seemed to be incapable of this or that, he had real skills, and he had a lot of research on the five elements, eight trigrams, and strange spells. She had been setting up a stall here for two days, during which time she also heard Meng Daxian tell someone's fortune. Although she only said a few superficial things, they were all correct and there were no mistakes. The money he received was not much, ten and twenty yuan. He looked like a charlatan, but he was actually an old urchin.
When Daxian Meng came back, she slowly set up her stall - exactly where Daxian Meng had set up her stall before. Meng Daxian blinked his eyes and asked, "What are you doing? Didn't you ask me to have some skewers?"
"What time is it?" Qing Huan looked at the time, "It's not yet six o'clock, isn't it late at night for kebabs? And I don't set up a stall, how can I have money to treat guests?"
There seemed to be some truth in these words, but Meng Daxian suddenly recalled that she had no money to entertain guests if she didn't set up a stall, and what she set up a stall to grab was all his business! Before he could refute, Renxiaonvwa's business started. Meng Daxian almost didn't cry, does being good-looking have these advantages? Is he willing to be old, wretched and dirty now? When he was young, he was also handsome and popular with thousands of girls! Who knew it would become like this now
Bah, that bastard who was pushing in front of the little girl, passed by his stall a few days ago, and said on purpose that he didn't believe in these things, that Meng Daxian was a liar, why is he squatting on the little girl's saddle helplessly now, concentrating on it? Listen to fortune telling
This is simply appearance discrimination!
Meng Daxian briefly reviewed his youthful beauty, and then sat angrily to watch Qing Huan's fortune telling. At the beginning, I still held the attitude of "seeing her fooling people", but then I became more and more surprised, and finally stared straight at her.
He learned from a very ancient and mysterious sect. There are very few disciples in the sect, but all of them have real skills. Just like this divination, Meng Daxian is also good at it, but the way of heaven is impermanent, and the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed. Many times he can't say more about what he knows, otherwise his life will be shortened. Over the years, it is inevitable to encounter some things that have to be said even if his life is shortened. Therefore, despite his appearance of fifty or sixty years old, he is actually in his early forties. If you are ignorant, you can say anything!
There are certain things that cannot be said, and if you say them, you will reveal the secrets of the heavens, and you will be punished by the heavens!
Meng Daxian's expression was not good. Seeing that Qing Huan had accepted fifty yuan for a ticket, he hurried over to push the next fortune-telling man away—anyway, these people were not sincere fortune-tellers. "Stop first, I have something to tell you."
Qing Huan looked at him curiously, Meng Daxian frowned, his air was a little less obscene, and he really looked like a fairy. So Qing Huan politely rejected the few guests who lined up at the back, and asked, "What's the matter?"
Meng Daxian pondered for a few seconds and asked, "You know so much, you should have a master, right?"
Qing Huan nodded, of course she has a master, but her master passed away a long time ago, and now she has been reincarnated as a human being, and those memories have always been remembered by only her.
"Then didn't your master teach you to only say three points when you look at a picture?!" Meng Daxian couldn't help but become serious, "What should you say and what should you say you don't know? You are young, you can come here as soon as you open your mouth, and you are not afraid." Short life!"
If you don't know what to do, you may think that Meng Daxian is cursing your short life, but Qing Huan knows that he is worried. So she smiled sweetly: "Don't worry, nothing will happen." She knows how to measure, and those who come to tell fortunes don't believe her at all, they just see her good-looking.
Seeing that she didn't take it seriously, Meng Daxian's expression suddenly became extremely complicated. He seemed to recall something bad from the past, and his slumped expression looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant. "You are still young... I don't know how precious life is." I also don't understand how happy it is to be alive, so I dare to squander like this carefree.
Just now when the little girl was telling her fortune, he was watching and counting together in his heart, but he soon realized that he couldn't keep up with the little girl's speed. Chanting a mantra is just a glimpse. Such a person is too heaven-defying, how could Heaven allow her to be so presumptuous? A good little girl, she is not very old, she must be a talented person in the future, and she will have a great fortune. It would be a pity to die like this.
Qing Huan said: "Thank you for your concern, but please rest assured, I really know how to measure."
Meng Daxian sighed, perhaps because he was a colleague, he cared about Qing Huan very much. In this world, there are very few cultivators left, but monsters and ghosts emerge in endlessly, especially in recent years... I always feel that something big is about to happen . "Girl doll, what's your name?"
"Qing Huan."
"... Qing Huan?"
Qing Huan felt that Meng Daxian's expression was a bit weird, and was about to ask, but heard him pat his head: "What are you doing here? Don't tell me that you are here to grab business."
Qing Huan didn't care too much: "There are some things I don't understand, so I came here to find a clue and peel it off."
Meng Daxian sighed again, and asked: "Please let me have a skewer, do you keep your word?"
"Calculate."
So the fat old man rubbed his stomach: "That's it! I'll go to the bathroom again!" You must empty your stomach so that you can eat more at night!
Qing Huan pulled the small bag. It contained the money she earned from setting up a stall today. She charges between 50 and 100 at a time, and her income is quite good from morning to now—in this world, she relies on this for food, and occasionally helps people resolve it. Small favors, small grievances, small troubles, getting rid of a wronged soul, barely considered a rich woman, and inviting a fat old man to dinner is really not a problem.
But the fat old man is so capable, why is he living so poorly
When we were eating skewers together at night, she gnawed on a grilled quail and asked.
Meng Daxian almost burst into tears: "Do you think I'm poor? Let me tell you, I'm very rich! What classics, antiques, emeralds, jade... I have a lot!" He said with a crying expression, "But I can't use it! Those things are handed down by Master, and we have never used them from generation to generation!"
"Since it has been passed down, why not use it?" Qing Huan didn't understand, and took a sip of cold beer mixed with Sprite.
Meng Daxian also took a breath of old Baigan: "It's a long story, and I can't explain it. In short, this is the rule of our teacher. It is our responsibility to subjugate demons and eliminate demons. We must not be extravagant and lustful, and we must not be too high-spirited... So look at me quickly." What are you doing now!"
Qing Huan was silent for a few seconds: "Since the inherited things cannot be spent, then you can start your own business to make money. Who told you to set up a fortune-telling stall?"
And it is true that the fat old man is capable, but most of the time he is fooling people.
Meng Daxian was even more sad: "I didn't like going to school since I was a child, and I managed to memorize a lot of ancient books. Who wants to go to school and suffer?"
So he kept a long distance from his brothers and sisters, but he can barely live now, so don't care about those small details. Why is life not life? Do you have to get good grades, get admitted to a good university, find a good job, become a CEO, and marry Bai Fumei to reach the pinnacle of life? He thinks that he is doing well now, but the urban management should not come too diligently, it has only been a few days since his last stall was confiscated.
The old and the young chatted very speculatively. Meng Daxian felt that their feelings had sublimated, so he asked Qing Huan: "Girl doll, will you come to set up a stall tomorrow?" She probably won't come, she should know him All the business was taken away by her, huh
Who knew that Qing Huan nodded as a matter of course: "Come."
Meng Daxian: "..." This unlucky boy!
"But don't worry, I won't be here for long." Qing Huan ate a roasted mushroom, "It's only a few days. When Zhong Xun comes to me, I won't set up a stall. From now on, you will always play by yourself. Very happy."