Feng Zhibai's face instantly dropped.

She is an ancestor of the metaphysical prophet, the former Master Jiantian! He actually asked her to set up a roadside stall to tell fortunes!

Disgraceful!

Raising his hand to pause, Feng Zhibai said seriously: "Xiaomi, I am the ancestor of the prophet of metaphysics. It would be shameful to set up a stall on the roadside to tell fortunes. In this way, you can use the money left by me to buy a shop nearby.

From now on, you and I will do business in the shop, and I have already chosen a name for the shop, so it will be called 'Yidian Baoshi'."

"ah?"

Lao Mi Tou was still a little sleepy at first, but when he heard that Feng Zhibai was going to buy a shop and name it "Yidian Baoshier", he suddenly woke up.

"Hey, girl, you have to think clearly!" Clapping his hands, Lao Mitou came in front of Feng Zhibai and pointed his fingers back and forth at himself and Feng Zhibai: "It's just the two of us, one is half-assed, and the other only knows how to talk.

My little girl, are you sure you want to spend money to open a shop and do business? What's wrong? Do you think you've lost money now and don't need money to make up for it?"

"Um?"

Feng Zhibai raised his voice very confidently: "Can I do a loss-making business?"

"I don't know if it is possible, but the loss is certain. You are still young and don't understand the dangers of today's society. In this case, don't argue with me. Tomorrow we will finish what needs to be done first, and then go to the park to

Tell fortunes. If you have the ability to make money by relying on this talk without getting into trouble, then we will go find a prosperous shop. Then, you will be the store manager and I will do odd jobs for you."

Lao Mi Tou poured a glass of overnight water and drank it all.

He was really close to Feng Zhibai.

These words and thoughts are all for her own good from a practical perspective.

After all, we all have lived and died together.

"Xiaomi, Xiaomi, if I don't show my skills, you probably don't know how powerful I am!"

Raising his hand and tapping it constantly, Feng Zhibai shook his head, his face filled with pride.

"Yes, yes, you are awesome, we are all ears to see you."

Too lazy to talk to her, Lao Mi waved his hands and stood up: "My old bones can't bear it any longer. If you have any questions, wake me up again. Goodbye and good night."

With a flick of his sleeve, the old rice head was smashed.

Lying on the sofa, Feng Zhibai waved the handkerchief in his hand comfortably: "There is no need to say good night to me, go to bed early."

Lao Mi Tou had already walked to the door of the room. Hearing Feng Zhibai say this, he couldn't help but be happy: "Little girl, where did you get this disease from?"

This girl has been with him for a day, and it seems that she doesn't have any bad intentions, but sometimes it is really strange. Whether it is the way she talks, the language or some of her actions, they are not what a teenage girl should be like nowadays.

On the contrary, he looks like an old man from ancient times.

Although it is very weird, fortunately, the little girl is a good person and has some abilities.

After entering the house, Lao Mi didn't think much. He simply washed himself and lay down on the bed to sleep.

In the living room, Feng Zhibai ignored the small bedroom and went straight into the large bedroom.

According to her philosophy, she is the ancestor of the prophet, and the small bedroom does not suit her status.

I chose a comfortable position and went to bed. Soon, the night passed without any words.

Early the next morning, Lao Mi Tou didn't wake up from a peaceful dream, but was awakened by a loud knocking on the door!

The thump was like a thunder that shook the sky, and he was so frightened that he rolled up from the bed.

"What, what's wrong?"

With a loud shout, he quickly got out of bed, put on his slippers and went out of the room.

The twitching right eyelid told him that nothing good had happened.

"What's wrong?"

He hurriedly opened the door to the room, and Lao Mi Tou ran out with his slippers on.

But the scene he saw almost made him pass away!

Two rooms! Two doors! Only one doorframe left in the middle of the night!

At this moment, Feng Zhibai was bending down to lift the door of the master bedroom that was lying flat on the ground...

Seeing Lao Mi Tou appear in front of the bedroom door, Feng Zhibai looked up at him and gave him a big smile, slightly embarrassed but not impolite.

"You don't have to get up so early to say hello to me."

Lao Mi Tou's expression froze on his face, his eyes rolled up and he fell back.

"Why!"

Seeing others climbing over, Feng Zhibai quickly gave up the door in his hands and ran towards Lao Mi Tou.

"What are you doing? Are you in a panic because you got up early?"

Reaching out to pick up the old rice head, Feng Zhibai looked innocent.

"I'm fine..."

Looking up at Feng Zhibai, Lao Mi Tou felt his blood pressure soar.

His two good doors were lying down without even being used.

How can this girl have such strong hands at such a young age?

The doors are all broken!

"Are you really okay?"

Grabbing Lao Mi Tou's hand, Feng Zhibai put his hand on his left wrist. Before Lao Mi Tou could react, Feng Zhibai's hand grabbed his right wrist again and pressed it back and forth several times as if diagnosing his pulse. .

"The pulse is weak, the qi and blood are insufficient, and the body is weak due to excessive worry. Xiaomi, you have a heart disease, and you are not in good health both mentally and physically."

Pulling his sleeves, Feng Zhibai supported Lao Mi's head and sat on the sofa.

"Can you still diagnose your pulse?"

After pouring a glass of overnight water, Lao Mi Tou looked at Feng Zhibai in shock.

Following the example of Lao Mi Tou, Feng Zhibai poured himself a glass of overnight water: "The five skills of metaphysics are the mountain medicine for divination. The mountain is for cultivating the body and strengthening the body. The medicine is for the balance of yin and yang, and the hanging pot is used to help the world. The four pillars and eight characters for fortune are fortune. Poverty and lowliness. They are the three elements of heaven, earth and man, peeking into the secrets of heaven. And divination is the cause and effect, good and bad, good and bad. For all practitioners in the world of mortals, which of these five skills is not involved?"

Rubbing the cup in his hand, Feng Zhibai looked arrogant: "Although I don't have any sect, I have some research on these five arts. But you, Xiaomi, are a half-hearted divination master, and your luck is lacking. So, as for you, I worship you. As a master, how about I teach you Qi Men Dun Jia?"

Hearing her talk so eloquently, Lao Mi Tou smiled interestingly.

Holding on to his waist, he stood up and headed towards the bathroom: "I am an old man asking you, a little girl, to be my master. If this spreads out, it will not sound good. After all, I am a well-known fortune teller in our Qingcheng Park."

Feng Zhibai lay on his side on the sofa and took a big gulp of water: "Since you don't want to, I won't force you, just let it go."

Put the cup back on the coffee table.

"I watched the sky last night. The stars were setting in the south, and they were moving slightly. At near twilight, there was a golden light from the south. This is a strange sight. Today, if we go south, we may encounter a golden light. people."

Lao Mi Tou was brushing his teeth and washing his face in the bathroom. When he saw the two gates still lying on the ground in the mirror, he couldn't help but sigh: "The one with the golden light on his body may be the master who repaired the gates."

After wiping his face, he shook the water in his hand: "Go downstairs to have breakfast first and then go to the police station."

Feng Zhibai has no identity certificate or household registration. If he needs to apply for an ID card, he needs to explain the situation to the local police station or police station before applying for his original household registration.

Only when you have obtained the household registration certificate can you apply for the certificate.

Lao Mi Tou also thought about where Feng Zhibai's household registration should be.

I asked her many times where she lived before, but after asking for a long time, Feng Zhibai only said one sentence: I am at home all over the world, and my registered residence is wherever I am.

He was so angry that he almost jumped up and hit someone.

I had no choice but to call Qu Yun and ask him to see if there was any way to solve the household registration problem.

Qu Yun originally planned to send Feng Zhibai's household registration certificate to Kyoto, but after thinking about it, it was not suitable.

After all, he was a Taoist priest who took a little girl to Kyoto to apply for household registration. If this was seen, some crazy rumors might spread.

Moreover, there is still a long distance and time from Qinghai City to Kyoto, which is not cost-effective.

Ever since, the two decided to ask Jinfeng for help.

Jinfeng didn't waste a moment when she received Qu Yun's call. She contacted the police station directly. After explaining Feng Zhibai's situation to the police station, she quickly successfully registered Feng Zhibai's registered residence in Qinghai City.

As for Feng Zhibai, he went to the police station to fill in the information, and within a few days he would be able to apply for a certificate with his registered household registration.


Chapter completed!