surnamed Wang

Chapter 135 Divine Calculation
"For fortune-telling, fortune-telling, fortune-telling, yin-yang and five elements, Fengshui in the dark house, just ask the God of Zhou to calculate."

An untimely voice sounded outside the gate of Ankang Palace in the capital.

There were so many fortune-tellers walking around the streets, Yan Rongrong and Xiao Chunzi didn't take it seriously, thinking that he would leave later by himself.

Unexpectedly, this person not only didn't stop, he didn't even stop, he only heard him continue to shout:
"Professional lock picking, sewer connection, roof leak repair..."

"Hey! This guy has quite a wide range of business." Xiao Chunzi couldn't help muttering.

……

If it is said that all these can be tolerated, then the following will start to be a bit deceptive:

"Ming paper incense candles, shrouds and coffins, professional mourning..."

"Hey I'm going!"

Xiaochunzi really can't listen anymore, his master's life or death is still uncertain, this stinky fortune teller has set up a funeral procession at the door, sincerely feel uncomfortable, right?
Thinking of this, he rushed out aggressively, he wanted to see who dared to yell at the gate of the palace.

As soon as Xiaochunzi went out, he saw a thin old man, who was yelling at the door of his house with his back turned.

Judging by his attire, he was just an ordinary fortune teller, with a rag flag in his hand.

"Hey, fortune teller!" Xiao Chunzi called out impatiently.

"Hey!"

The fortune teller immediately turned around when he heard the words, and said courteously, "Master, do you want to do a fortune telling?"

The person who came looked to be about fifty, and he carried a big bag on his back, which was filled with incense sticks and paper money.

But these are nothing special, the most eye-catching thing is the banner in his hand.

This thing is not so much a banner as it is a flag. Except for the three big characters "Zhou Shen Suan" written in the middle, the rest of the place is densely filled with small characters.

Xiaochunzi took a casual look and found that there were various things on it, covering various businesses.

He didn't bother to talk nonsense, he waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter, just go, go and yell somewhere else."

"okay!"

The fortune teller is also a smart person, this is an important place in the palace, if he offends the prince, a beating would be light, so he hurriedly started packing his things and preparing to leave.

This person is no one else, but Zhou Jiuer who escaped from Kaipingwei when he suddenly went south.

In Dongsheng Village before, he was caught for digging sweet potatoes from Widow Song's house.

The other party saw that he looked poor and specified that he could not afford to pay, so he asked him to work hard to pay back.

It was just in time for the autumn harvest. Zhou Jiuer's body was already fragile, and he almost died of exhaustion after doing farm work for several days in a row.

However, Widow Song was also considered moral, not only took care of his food and lodging, but also gave him a basket of sweet potatoes when he was about to leave.

There are three people in Widow Song's family, besides herself, there is also a mother-in-law who is not very agile, and a seven or eight-year-old girl.

I don't know if it's because we've been together for a long time, or because Zhou Jiuer likes to be abused. After experiencing these things, he began to think that the big and round Widow Song looks pleasing to the eye.

So from then on, he ran to Widow Song's house every three days, either to help with the work, or to help others carry water.

After a long time, Widow Song can naturally see his thoughts, maybe she also has this idea, so she didn't refuse.

After going back and forth, the two gradually developed feelings.

Finally, a year later, Zhou Jiuer chose to join Widow Song's family and became the son-in-law who stepped in.

Although Zhou Jiuer is afraid of death, he is also a master with backbone.

Widow Song has more than enough to take care of the eight-acre land at home, so Zhou Jiuer often comes out to tell fortunes and do odd jobs. In order to earn more for the family, his business gradually expands.

In this way, the life of a family of four can be regarded as passable.

……

Although he has already married, Zhou Jiuer still retains the fine tradition of doing fortune-telling for himself every day.

This is not today, just before going out, a hexagram was made, and the hexagram showed that there was a big business near the Ankang Palace in the capital. If it happened, he would not have to worry about food and clothing for half a year, so there was the previous scene.

Just when Zhou Jiuer regretted that today's trip was in vain, someone suddenly stopped him.

"Sir, do the math for me."

It was Yan Rongrong who walked out of the palace who spoke.

She also came up with an impromptu idea, since the doctors were helpless, she might as well treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and find a fortune teller to test the good and bad, even if it is just a psychological comfort.

"okay!"

Zhou Jiuer immediately turned around with a smile on his face and asked, "May I ask what you want?"

"A person's condition?"

"Okay, please write a word, girl."

As he spoke, he handed over a branch and motioned for the other party to write on the ground.

Yan Rongrong took the branch, thought for a while, and wrote the word "illness" on the ground.

"sick?"

Zhou Jiuer frowned, he was considering whether it was true or nonsense.

A year ago, he lost 20 years of his lifespan because he counted people who shouldn't be counted, and he still has a grudge to this day.

In a place like Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon like the capital, it's better to be careful, if you don't keep it neat, you will provoke some god who descended to earth.

"Here, who do you dare to ask the girl for?"

who?Yan Rongrong was taken aback for a moment, then said softly: "My husband."

It's a good thing Wang Gangquan didn't hear this, otherwise his tail would be up to the sky.

Seeing the other party's sad expression, Zhou Jiuer was moved with compassion after all, and analyzed carefully:

"The character for illness is read as 'nei' and 'c' separately. The girl's husband must be suffering from an internal disease. The word 'c'...may I ask if there is a word 'c' in the patient's name?"

"Yes, there is indeed a word 'handle' in his name!" Yan Rongrong couldn't help being surprised, secretly thinking that the other party's calculation was so accurate.

"That's good."

Zhou Jiuer nodded, and continued: "'Bing' means fish tail. If ordinary people test this word, it can be said to be more ominous, but if you have 'Bing' in your husband's name, then C represents him, and C is sealed. He lived halfway there, and in my opinion, whether he will be safe or not is a matter of fifty or five, and he still has to rely on himself in the end."

At first, Yan Rongrong just had an attitude of trying it out, but now hearing what the other party said, he felt a lot relieved.

Although it is [-]%, there is always hope.

"Dare to ask, sir, if there is a way to increase the chances of turning the crisis into safety."

Zhou Jiuer pondered for a while when he heard the words, and continued:
"Yes, there is. The so-called illness, illness is not separated from emotion. Emotion is on the right side of the illness, which can help 'B' get out of trouble. As for what this emotion is... I am sorry, no one has been able to understand it through the ages."

There are too many interpretations of love on Zhou Jiu Er, family, friendship, and love are all possible, even bigger, love for the world, and love for the common people are also possible.

"So, thank you sir."

Yan Rongrong nodded in gratitude, and his expression relaxed a lot.

After Zhou Jiuer finished speaking, he began to wait anxiously for Xiang Jin, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see the other party mentioning this, so he coughed in embarrassment and turned around.

Forget it, do a good deed every day.

After he had walked about a hundred steps, there was the sound of hurried footsteps behind him, and when Zhou Jiuer looked back, it was Xiao Chunzi.

"I'm sorry, I was too worried about my master's condition at that time, and forgot to give money to my husband." At this time, Xiao Chunzi spoke more politely.

"Don't get in the way, don't get in the way, people of my generation should help the world."

Zhou Jiuer took Xiang Jin honestly while speaking the righteous words of Ling Ran.Then he turned around coolly, and stuffed the silver into his arms where Xiaochunzi couldn't see it.

Feeling the weight of the purse at this moment, I feel very happy.

What he didn't know was that the person counted today was the one who caused him to lose 20 years of his life...

　Above the sky, where the invisible gods went, a crisp voice sounded: "Dip, the payment was successful."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)