Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 469 Miss Fusangdi (ask for a monthly ticket)
When the middle-aged uncle was young, he was led by his family to go to a Taoist temple in the mountains to have a fortune-telling.

The Taoist fortune-teller said that he was born to pick up dung. Since then, his mother has been scaring people every day, saying that if he doesn't study hard, he will definitely pick up dung when he grows up.

From then on, the middle-aged uncle studied very hard. Later, he was admitted to a first-class medical university in the country, but was transferred to the anorectal department. After graduation, he started directly in the top three hospitals.

After working for many years, he was promoted to be the deputy director of the anorectal department of the hospital.

Although it has been many years, every time he thinks of this, he always feels righteous indignation in his heart. Today, when he came to the Taoist temple to play and saw the hexagram stand, he remembered to do the calculation again.

After listening to him, Daoist Zhuge said with a smile: "This layman, isn't this a coincidence?"

"Pindao practiced in the mountains when he was young, and he made a living by telling fortunes to others. I remember that a child came to my place to have a fortune-telling. The fortune-telling at that time showed that he was destined to dig a shit!"

"Daozhang, can my fate be changed?" the middle-aged man asked tentatively.

Daoist Zhuge shook his head and said: "The destiny is hard to break, bear with it, and this life will pass."

The water friends in the live broadcast room are laughing like crazy at this moment.

"Everything is fate, I can't help it at all!"

"Walking around, I still can't escape the life of digging up dung."

"Don't work hard: dig out big shit, it may not be fresh.

Work very hard: scoop out very fresh shit! "

"I can't escape the ravages of fate. My stomach hurts from laughing. The deputy director of the anorectal department has worked hard enough."

The middle-aged man left very melancholy, and when Jiang Yun was about to leave with Xiaobai in his arms, Xiaobai jumped directly onto the hexagram table.

Jiang Yun tried to hug Xiaobai a few times, but he couldn't hold Xiaobai down. After stretching, the little guy lay down on the table and dozed off.

I don't know what she did last night, but in her sleep, that big white tail kept shaking like that.

Several young ladies who were wandering around were immediately attracted.

A little girl in a white dress with a sweet voice and a Taiwanese accent squeezed in.

She happily scanned the five yuan, and then asked curiously: "Master Daoist, this fox is so cute. When I do fortune-telling, can I touch it?"

Zhuge Liuyun glanced at Jiang Yun, then nodded and said: "Of course, boy, don't talk, I'm in charge of the Taoist."

"You two can't eat and live for free, so you have to make some contribution?"

"Lay lady, if you have any questions, feel free to ask."

"Poverty masters astronomy at the top, geography at the bottom, marriage fate on the left, and children on the right. If it doesn't work, just come and smash my stall!"

The young lady touched Xiaobai, and then asked next time: "Master Taoist, how old are you?"

"Pindao is four out of sixty this year!"

"That priest, you are so old!" The little girl with a Taiwanese accent said with a smile on her neck.

Daoist Zhuge's face darkened, he took a closer look at the little girl opposite him, and said: "It's all right, I'm getting older, it doesn't matter if I'm older."

"However, you will die earlier than me!"

The little girl with a Taiwanese accent instantly felt that Xiaobai in front of her was no longer attractive, the smile on her face froze, and she apologized very sincerely immediately: "Master Daoist, I was just joking with you."

Daoist Zhuge waved his hands impatiently, and said, "I am not joking with you, one hexagram is over, next one."

The little girl with a Taiwanese accent didn't get up, she swiped another five yuan, and then asked nervously, "The Taoist priest, how long can I live?"

"This deity set up a stall purely as a hobby, and coming here for fortune-telling is purely a chance, but this kind of chance only comes once in a person's lifetime."

"Boy, return the money to her and see off the guests!" Daoist Zhuge said with a straight face.

The little girl with a Taiwanese accent is already in tears.

She yelled about feudal superstition, but nervously grabbed Jiang Yun's sleeve and asked whether it was true or not. I don't want the money, can I ask for another word?
The audience in the live broadcast room felt more or less compassion in their hearts.

It's not that they are hard-hearted, or that the little girl's words are really too gentle, or she has no brains.

"This is purely killing myself!"

"Daoist Zhuge: I have given you a chance, but it's a pity you didn't cherish it."

"Little girl: I'm joking!"

Daoist: I'm not kidding. "

"Are you surprised, are you surprised?"

"Ping A to change the big move, there was a chance to save it, but now I don't bother to save it."

Jiang Yun looked at the crying little girl with pear blossoms and rain, nodded in agreement, and said, "It's okay to ask for divination, but if you're poor, you need to pay extra for fortune-telling!"

"Uncle Zhuge's divination is purely a hobby, so one yuan is five yuan, and here I am, one hexagram is five hundred."

"However, fidelity, it's not sure, you go to Tianyuan Taoist Temple to smash the stall."

After the little girl with a Taiwanese accent hesitated for a while, she still gave Jiang Yun 490 and five yuan.

Jiang Yun looked at her palmistry, pointed to the lifeline in it, and said, "Don't worry, girl, your lifeline is very long."

"Analyzing from your appearance and other comprehensive aspects, you can at least live to be 80 years old. My Uncle Zhuge practiced health-preserving skills, and he lived a relatively long time."

"Ordinary people, there is no need to compare with him, you can rest assured."

Listening to Jiang Yun's words, the little girl with a Taiwanese accent suddenly became bewildered and said, "Master Daoist, if you are not sure, will someone smash your divination booth?"

"Tianyuan Taoist Temple has been standing for hundreds of years, and has never smashed a stall because of this situation. Don't worry about the century-old golden signboard."

"Daozhang, if I die before the age of 80, will I not be able to smash the stall?"

Jiang Yun looked at the naive girl in front of him, suppressed a smile and said: "After death, there is a soul and a soul. If you want to come, I will welcome you."

"Oh, then I don't worry, 80 years old is considered a long life!" The little girl with a Taiwanese accent smiled and left.

The audience in the live broadcast room really laughed at this stupidity.

This girl is so courageous, it's fine for her to smash the stalls when she is alive, but if she dies, the soul will go there, isn't that pure giving away the head?

"I suddenly knew what was in those jars hanging in the Taoist temple."

"The favorable rate of fortune-telling is [-]% [laughing and crying]"

"It's not necessary when you're alive, and you don't dare to go after you're dead. This deal is really good, and more than 500 at a time, much more expensive than a dragon."

Daoist Zhuge expressed deep anger at Jiang Yun asking for five hundred for a hexagram, and felt that he was more or less worthless.

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to double the price of his fortune-telling!
While the two were chatting, a little girl in a kimono, accompanied by two men in black, came to the hexagram booth.

The little girl had a dignified face and looked well-bred. After sitting down, she nodded and said, "How much do you pay..."

The two men in black immediately stepped forward, swept the 5000 yuan, and turned around.

Daoist Zhuge is so old, and he has never seen such a noble person with such a bold move. He raised his eyebrows and asked in Japanese: "You, Xiaoxiao, Fusang Dihua girl, come here, what are you doing?" live?"

(End of this chapter)