90,000 Years of Longevity

Whizz!

On the road, cars galloped past.

Among them, in a car, the atmosphere was surprisingly depressed.

Even the driver who drove had cold sweat on his forehead.

"Are you an idiot? You said I'm crazy? I think you are the one who is completely confused and crazy. That young man, since he can let Lin Zihao leave honestly like that, how could he be an ordinary person? Lin Zihao's character is famous throughout Hebei Province. Normal people may not know this, but I know that he has done countless bad things, however, the people who can make him swallow back his grievance can only be counted on two hands. So think about this yourself, is the Lin Family something that our Guan Family can provoke?" Guan Rongshi snarled at Mother Guan, the muscles on his face were also twisting constantly.

Mother Guan who was originally angry could only swallow what she wanted to say back into her stomach and stiffened her face.

Could sweat could be also seen coming out her body. But despite this, she felt chilly all over her body.

Huhu!

Then she took a few deep breaths and tried to calm down.

"Old Guan, are you sure he has a big background?" Mother Guan was not stupid. After she calmed down, she stopped scolding and she realized her mistake, so she immediately asked her husband.

Guan Rongshi, who was sitting in the back seat, had his hands on his knees which were trembling constantly, "Did you not listen to that classmate just now? That person, in front of Lin Zihao, said that the Lin Family was going to die. But what happened to Lin Zihao after that? Didn't he just stay calm, pay the money for that person to tell his fortune, and finally just left calmly? Isn't that enough to explain the problem?" 

Mother Guan who was beside him listened and thought quickly.

She was dazzled by anger earlier. But this time, the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became.

Finally, her voice couldn't help but tremble, "Old Guan, then... what should I do since I already said those things? How about we go back and apologize to that person now?"

"Shut up! Let's think about how to deal with the relationship with the Lin Family first, regardless of whether that person really can tell fortune or not, but in the end, when he did the calculation, I had a hunch that the Lin Family might really be unlucky this time." Guan Rongshi gritted his teeth. 

"That's impossible, right? That's the Lin Family we're talking about. Their Patriarch is still alive, and with just a stomp of his foot, the whole Hebei will shake along with it."

"Forget it, let's not care about this for the time being. First, deal with Zhixing's injury."

...

Peking University, outside the bookstore.

More and more people gathered around Ye Bei, looking for him to tell their fortunes.

And Ye Bei, who was sitting in front of the door, also kept agreeing to read their fortunes.

Whenever someone gave money, he took it, and soon, behind him, there was a pile of cash.

"Um, classmate, I would like to ask, if I enter the music industry in the future, will I have a future? Although I study at Peking University, my dream has always been to be a musician, and I am also very interested in this area. But it's a pity that my family doesn't agree." After a boy gave the money, he asked Ye Bei frantically with hopes in his eyes.

"Yes!" Ye Bei answered very concisely.

After hearing this, the student's expression was immediately happy, and then he left.

Immediately after, another passerby came. This was a man with a very haggard face and a thoughtful man.

When he gave the money, his hands trembled slightly.

After all, 5888 Yuan was not a small sum for him.

After giving the money, he said, "Sir, I'm not here to know my fortune, I just want to ask for enlightenment from sir. I have one thing that I don't understand."

"What is it?" Ye Bei said in a very soft voice.

The man continued, with a lot of helplessness in his voice, "I am an editor of a magazine. I have a friend who I once believed in very much and I thought he was a good brother. He writes texts, and his writing is pretty good, but every time he is not well promoted on the magazine page, I want to try my best to help him. But the specific position of the recommendation on the magazine is not determined by me, moreover, the company rules are very strange. Editors can only formulate content, and promotion must be handed over to operation. Editors cannot question any recommended location. This will cause conflicts between different departments. So I asked for a good promotion location for the operation, my friend also thinks that I am of high quality, and as an editor, I also agree with it. And my friend was dissatisfied with the recommended position as an excuse. Later, my friend knew about it, and he directly blamed all the mistakes on me, thinking that I did this as a gunman, so that he had a bad reputation on the operation side and hated me. "

"Do you think you are wrong?" Ye Bei's voice was still very calm.

"Yes, or maybe not, I can only say that I tried my best, and I wanted to help him." The man shook his head.

"Raise rise, raise water. Bear rice, raise enmity. When you try your best, some people will see it, some people will not see it, and even scold you for doing things wrong. Since others don't trust you at all and don't take you seriously, why do you care?" Ye Bei said quietly.

After the man listened, he became thoughtful.

"There is a demon in your heart. But looking at this world, it is just a group of demon dancing. You just have stick to your heart." Ye Bei said again.

The man suddenly realized. Then he stood up and bowed deeply to Ye Bei.

The haggard look on his face disappeared in an instant. Then he turned around and soon disappeared among the crowd.

As the man just left, another person took a turn.

This time, it was a young woman who was not a student.

On her elbow, there was a bag slung.

When she walked, she looked a little tired.

The expression in her eyes had also been vague, hiding countless thoughts.

She took out a big stack of money and handed it to Ye Bei.

Ye Bei took it and also gave her the extra money back. She also dumbly put the extra money back in her small bag. 

"What are you asking for?" Ye Bei said.

The woman thought about it a little bit, "I feel that my current life has lost motivation, and I can't find where the goal is. Please give me some advice, sir."

"Since you are devoted to the Buddha, why not look for him?" Ye Bei replied lightly.

The woman's tired eyes lit up slightly.

She then quickly turned and left. 

There were many people who came to read fortunes.

In addition to the above, there were people who came to ask how long they could live, when they would have wealth, and how they would achieve in the future.

Of course, Ye Bei answered every question truthfully.

Time flew without stopping.

After the first batch of onlookers was done, there were new onlookers.

However, those newcomers, after seeing Ye Bei, almost no one wanted to believe him.

"I watched him for a long time. Many people who looked like students looked for this guy for fortune-telling, and every one of them gave him 5888 Yuan. Most people just got a word and left! This show is too obvious; he really treats people as fools." A passerby who came with the new batch of people said disdainfully.

The person next to him nodded, "Yes, he's too naive, I don't believe it anyway."

"He's just bluffing and deceiving directly next to Peking University, and also bewitching the students. This guy is so courageous."

"Forget it, there's nothing good to look at. It's just a waste of time, let's leave here!"

Such voices began to appear gradually.

When the sky was gradually dimming down, there were not many people stopped outside the bookstore.

Even if they stopped occasionally, they would only choose to look at Ye Bei curiously and then leave without care. 

…

Hebei province, in a quiet hill.

The attic of a classical building was hidden deep inside.

There were three people in the lofty lobby at the moment.

Li Xuanji, the man with a fake beard before.

There was another old man sitting on a high platform, full of white hair.

"Master, we have seen that man before, and I dare to be 100% sure that it is him, he is on the Fortune-Telling Street."