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Jinhai, under the flyover.
It was crowded with people, so it was very lively.
But my stall has never been opened.
Just because the four characters "Xuanxiang Fengshui" are written on the booth.
This caused a joke from the big brother who baked cold noodles at the stall next door.
"I said little brother, what age is this, and you still set up a stall to tell fortunes, who would believe your crap!"
I smiled and told him the number.
"93."
When it was late at night and the stall was closed, the cold-faced elder brother was stunned, and he looked at me with extremely reverent eyes.
Because he worked all night, he just sold 93 cold noodles.
Since then, every day when he goes out of the stall, he will make a deluxe version of grilled cold noodles, deliver it to me respectfully, and then humbly ask me how many copies he can sell today.
When I am in a good mood, I will point him in a direction so that he can earn more.
Don't look at my young age, I'm only twenty-seven this year.
But no matter who sees me in the industry, they have to respectfully call me Wang Sanye.
This is all due to my grandpa's seniority.
Some people say that my grandfather died after living for more than two hundred years.
Some people also said that my grandfather didn't leave at all, but went to find the magic method.
But no matter which way of saying it, it can be regarded as a kind of awe for my grandfather from the people in the industry.
? When I was young, I followed my grandfather to learn skills in the countryside. I once saw with my own eyes that an expert stood in front of my house for three days and three nights.
Just to be able to see my grandfather, I even did not hesitate to perform the master-student gift, kowtowing to the ground.
But my grandfather was sitting on the top of the kang smoking a pot like a god, and didn't even answer.
Later, when I really entered the industry, I realized that the expert was the master Baidi who once covered the sky with his hands in Southeast Asia for a generation.
It has been several years since he passed away, and he has been sought after and worshiped by countless celebrities and wealthy families.
At that time, I was puzzled, so I asked my grandfather.
"My lord, that man has a heavenly face and a dragon's fortune, why don't you agree, and I think the things he encountered are quite difficult."
My grandfather took two puffs of his pipe, beat the pot on the edge of the kang vigorously, and shook his head at me.
"Wentao, between you and him, I can only keep one, so in a sense, that person is here to kill you."
When I heard it, I was both scared and worried, and also a little curious. I haven't figured out the reason for this until now.
But I learned one thing from my grandfather.
It's just that I don't have a life!
As the saying goes, one is fate, two is luck, three is geomantic omen, four is accumulation of yin and virtue, and five is reading.
According to my grandfather's words, people's fate is doomed.
But my fate is erratic.
Because my life does not belong to the five elements, nor does it belong to the yin and yang.
To sum it up with the current buzzwords, my fate is a bug in the profession of Feng Shui masters.
Even if it is to give yourself a divination to urge your luck, or to go too far and reveal a secret, you will not suffer any backlash.
But I was jealous of God.
Counting from the day I was born, I have a calamity every three years and a catastrophe every nine years!
The three disasters are not worth mentioning, but this one can kill me every time!
When he was nine years old, a thunder calamity happened.
At that time, my grandfather went out of the mountain in person to set up a feng shui array for the Shenglong Bureau for a famous family.
It took seventy-seven forty-nine days, and on the day the formation was completed, thunder was triggered to urge the formation.
As a result, because of my presence, a thunderbolt directly blasted the Jiutian Xuanhe.
The thunder arc, as thick as a telegraph pole, poured down like a torrential rain!
In order to protect me, my grandfather resisted a total of thirty-six thunderstorms, and was devastated by the backlash.
At the age of eighteen, it was Hong Jie.
At that time, I had already started out to do errands for others. It was a village, and I wanted to build a dam for the upper reaches of the river where they flooded every year.
After I went there, I surveyed the surrounding geomantic omens and landforms, and figured out that a Wujiao that once made waves was buried under the big river.
Originally, drawing a few spirit-suppressing demon talismans could solve the problem, but when I was in a catastrophe, I attracted the Black Dragon King who dominates the North Sea.
It turned out that Wujiao was the son of the Black Dragon King. Before he could become a dragon, he was demoted by an old Taoist priest and buried here.
With my move, it is considered to have moved the grave of his son, and the Black Dragon King was furious.
Continuous torrential rain??The wind is raging and the sea is pouring back!
Compared with the legendary water flooding the golden mountain, it is even worse.
Seeing the villagers die because of me, I was anxious to sacrifice my life to the Black Dragon King. At the most critical moment, my uncle came to save me.
I used the forbidden technique of "substituting life", which my grandfather repeatedly ordered and refused to use, and replaced me.
I can still think of my old uncle's pained and distorted expression when he was backlashed by the blood sacrifice. He said: "Wen Tao, this is my uncle's life! Anyone in the old Wang family can die. You can't!"
This year, I will face another unavoidable catastrophe, and I can't see how it came about.
But in the dark, I deduced that the noble person who can help me survive this calamity is a girl.
And the reason why I set up a stall here is also to wait for her to appear
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Wang?"
There is a visitor, I looked up.
He is a greasy middle-aged man. From his puzzled eyes, it is obvious that my age and status are not compatible.
"Um."
I nodded without minding, and said straight away.
"The victim's surname is Yan, is she a girl, twenty-five years old, unmarried?"
The greasy middle-aged man's eyes widened immediately, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, the fat on his face trembling with excitement.
"It's amazing! The third master is really amazing!"
"At first, a friend recommended it to me, but I still didn't believe it, so I came to this place on purpose. I'll take another look at your age"
Leaving half a sentence behind, the greasy middle-aged man slapped himself lightly before speaking again.
"It's my dog's eyes that see people as inferior, third master, don't care about me!"
Having been in the industry for so many years, I got tired of hearing flattery, so I waved my hand.
"Let's talk about things directly."
"Okay, the third master is refreshing!"
The greasy middle-aged man looked around before carefully squatting down to my ear and lowering his voice.
"Third Master, to tell you the truth, my lady's affairs are too wicked."
As he spoke, he swallowed.
"My young lady was originally a first-line Internet celebrity anchor, but she became pregnant out of nowhere, and she didn't have any contact with anyone."
"This matter has been heated up on the Internet, and some teams have even used it as a smudge, maliciously slandering my lady and messing around."
"Later, I saw that this matter was really irresistible, so I simply pushed the boat along and let the lady admit that she has a boyfriend."
"I plan to wait for the baby to be born first, let my lady change her style, and regain her fans as a treasure mother"
When he said this, I figured it out and got a rough idea.
"As a result, this child has been pregnant for three years, but hasn't been born yet?" (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com