"Are you... a thief?"

"No, no, I am a prophet of metaphysics."

At the corner of Qingcheng Park in Qinghai City, Feng Zhibai Cat bent his waist and talked to his colleague who was wearing an old man's shirt in front of him.

And the reason why she appeared here started three days ago.

Three days ago, she was still sleeping soundly in the wooden house at the top of Qingshan. Who would have thought that with a bang, her nest would be blown up by a group of future generations! The explosion also took out her, the ancestor of the metaphysical prophet.

I wanted to use this to make a lot of money and make some money to go down the mountain, but I didn't expect that before I could stand firm, I saw the bloody and fierce faces of the descendants!

As the only prophetic spirit in the world, Feng Zhibai, adhering to the concept of heaven and reincarnation, was forced to flee immediately!

Fortunately, the last wishing bird in the mountain helped her gain some knowledge of this world, otherwise she would have had no choice but to beg on the roadside after coming down from the mountain.

The dignified Lord Qian Jiantian of Xingyue Hall makes a living by begging on the roadside, how unbecoming it is!

"Are you sure the prophet is not a fortune teller?"

Lao Mi Tou took out the fortune-telling yellow cloth from his bag and spread it on the ground. When he heard the girl in front of him saying that he was a metaphysical prophet, he stopped moving.

He looked up at her.

She suddenly appeared, dressed strangely, covered in filth, and spoke strangely. I don't know which poor girl wandered into Qinghai City, cheating money to make ends meet.

Feeling Lao Mi Tou's gaze, Feng Zhibai showed his big white teeth in a friendly manner, and at the same time carefully studied his face.

The little old man had a simple and honest face, a smile in his eyes, and a golden light between his eyebrows. He was a Taoist practitioner. Unfortunately, the golden light between his eyebrows only lasted for a few seconds and then dissipated.

The golden light condenses between the eyebrows and never disperses, indicating that this person is born with good qualities in practicing Taoism.

If the golden light condenses but then disperses, it means that there is a Tao source but it is not deep.

In other words, he is half-baked.

You can divine but cannot interpret the hexagrams, you can read Feng Shui but you cannot break evil spirits!

Even if one can decipher the hexagrams and destroy the evil spirits, the decipherment is still less than four, four, five and five.

And the colleague in front of her is a standard dilettante!

"The world is unified, and there are similarities but also differences. This fortune telling can tell the big and small things in the world, but it can't tell the fate of heaven and earth. It can't predict the fate of heaven and earth. It has to pay attention to the five shortcomings and three shortcomings of heaven's secrets and not reveal them! And Laoshen, a prophet, knows what heaven knows.

The earth knows people, things, and even the past, future, and present life! The most important thing is! This old body has no shortcomings and three shortcomings, and the secret cannot be revealed! How about it? Is this old body powerful?"

Feng Zhibai clasped his hands like an old lady, looking enigmatic.

Old Mi Tou laughed and put the copper coins used for divination on the yellow cloth with the fortune telling written on it. Shen asked for more than ten seconds before he asked: "Girl, which courtyard did you come from? You ran away.

When you came out, did you bring anything with you that could prove which hospital you were in?"

"Huh? What hospital?"

Feng Zhibai's expression was confused. She didn't understand, which hospital was which hospital?

"It's so pitiful. At such a young age, my brain is weak and my ears are not functioning properly."

Seeing her like this, Lao Mi Tou looked sympathetic and shook his head with great regret.

Sensing that what he said was not a good thing, Feng Zhibai moved away: "No, I am..."

"Who is Mi Banxian?"

Just as he was about to explain to him, a cold questioning voice interrupted what Feng Zhibai was about to say.

The two of them raised their heads at the same time and looked in the direction of the sound.

The woman in front of her was wearing a suit and short skirt. She was in her twenties and exuded a mature and capable look.

"Who is Mi Banxian?"

Seeing no one answered, the woman asked again, with obvious impatience in her tone.

In the park, the elderly and aunties watching the theater were waving their fans to themselves, and no one dared to reply.

Feng Zhibai was sitting on the side of Lao Mi's head, looking at Yuan Haonan back and forth, and his eyes also fell on her long, straight and white legs!

Her eyes widened involuntarily, and she raised her hand slightly shyly to hit Lao Mi, who didn't dare to say anything, "Xiaomi, did I call you?"

"No! Stop talking!"

Lao Mi Tou drank in a low voice and silently stretched out his hand to pull back the fortune-telling yellow cloth in front of him.

Yuan Haonan flipped up his hair, and his eyes under his sunglasses glanced around with disgust, and soon landed not far in front of him.

Under the shade of the tree were a little girl in strange clothes and dirty clothes and an old man in short-sleeved clothes.

The old man was still holding a piece of yellow cloth in his hand, but the folds of the yellow cloth still revealed the word fortune telling.

"Humph." She chuckled, folded her arms and walked towards the shade of the tree. Before she arrived, she accurately said to Old Mi Tou: "My chairman wants to pay Mi Banxian for a fortune telling."

Lao Mi Tou didn't intend to pay attention, but seeing that she was already in front of him, he could only stand up with the yellow cloth, looking embarrassed and apologetic: "Girl, I'm really sorry, this hexagram won't count."

There is no such thing as counting a few hexagrams in a day. A prosperous fortune teller can calculate dozens of hexagrams in a day.

However, fortune telling consumes energy and time, and the fortune is not very good. Fortune tellers who are particularly capable or who don't want to bother with too many fortune telling will set rules for themselves how many hexagrams a day.

After hearing what Lao Mi Tou said was full, Yuan Haonan continued tepidly: "My chairman has told me that money is not an issue, as long as you are willing to do the math as long as you are a half-immortal."

"It's not about money." Lao Mi Tou sneered: "May I ask, who is the chairman of your family and what is your plan?"

"Chairman Jinfeng of Dali Miracle Tourism Development Group would like to ask you, Banxian, to figure out what happened at Qingshantou."

As soon as Yuan Haonan spoke, the cattail leaf fan in Lao Mi Tou's hand stopped. Feng Zhibai's eyes darkened as he sat aside, and his mind that had been distracted by the beauty came back instantly.

Qingshantou is where her wooden house was bombed before!

When she came down the mountain, she saw the fierce and bloody faces of the descendants who blew up her nest. Could it be that those descendants were under the command of this powerful organization?

If so, then it was really fate that brought them together.

"Girl, did Chairman Jinfeng hire the wrong person?"

Lao Mi Tou asked hesitantly.

Dali Group is a leading enterprise in Qinghai City.

As the saying goes: the richer you are, the more superstitious you become.

The Jinfeng family has a lot of money. It makes no sense that there is no trustworthy Feng Shui master or capable person around, so why would he come to ask him, a street teller, out of nowhere?

Moreover, he had heard some things about Qingshantou, but it was not something that he, a divination master with only three-legged cat kung fu, could solve.

"That's right, Mi Banxian from Qingcheng Park, please come with us."

Yuan Haonan was completely impatient. His brows under his sunglasses furrowed in displeasure, and he turned around to indicate the direction of the car. He didn't take Lao Mi Tou's gossip to heart at all.

Lao Mi Tou raised his hand and waved to Yuan Haonan reluctantly and said: "The old man just said that today's divination will not count, and I have a girl to be sent to the hospital, so I really don't have time."

He lowered his head and looked at Feng Zhibai beside him.

Feng Zhibai also cooperated with Lao Mi and raised his chin. When he was about to smile at Yuan Haonan, he realized that he was not looking at her at all.

She calmed down and moved her hand to the side.

A hot face doesn't stick to a cold butt! She doesn't look at other people's eyes!

It wasn't that Yuan Haonan didn't look at it, but after glancing at Feng Zhibai, he withdrew his gaze with unusual disdain.

"If Mi Banxian doesn't give you face, then we can only be sorry."

She pushed up her sunglasses and her voice became much deeper. She raised her hands and clapped her hands three times. Soon, two bodyguards in black suits hurried out of the black car behind her.

When people around him saw this posture, they pointed towards the outside of the park with crutches, for fear of getting into big trouble.

Lao Mi Tou was still holding the yellow cloth in his hand. When he saw the bodyguard rushing towards him with unsteady legs, his whole body fell straight back!

Feng Zhibai was sitting behind him, and with quick eyesight, he stretched out his hand to resist him!

Fortunately, okay, it almost hit her thin little body!

Lao Mi Tou felt that the sky was dark and the earth was dark. Just when he thought he was about to fall to the ground, a pair of hands caught him firmly.

When he wanted to look down, Yuan Haonan pressed forward step by step: "Mi Banxian, please."

Lao Mi Tou's face was ugly. He stood upright while holding the flower bed, and when he was thinking about how to escape, his eyes fell on Feng Zhibai involuntarily.

"What do you think I am doing?"

Seeing Lao Mi Tou suddenly staring at him, Feng Zhibai quickly stretched out his hands to protect his upper body and shouted anxiously: "You are still young, we are not suitable for each other!"

"Bah! You're dreaming!" He hurriedly lowered his head and said in a more nervous voice: "Aren't you mentally ill? Are you really from the same school as me? Didn't you lie to me?"


Chapter completed!