Facing the assertion that this old guy seemed to be insulting, another middle-aged man, who was aged, was a little excited:

"Master, you are right, you are too right, I am just sick!"

Lu He was stunned by the scene in front of him. He turned his head and asked Xizi beside him:

"What's going on?"

At this time, Xizi was having a black line, and she couldn't help but hold her forehead slightly:

"Oh, this is the gentleman of Abe Mahatma who temporarily lives in our shrine."

"It is said that his family is not only the traditional Onmyoji family, but his ancestors were once the famous Harumaki Abe."

"When he was young, he even went to China to learn Taoist Dharma..."

After hearing Xizi's introduction, Lu He suddenly realized:

"I see!"

"But what he called Taoism could not have been learned from a roadside stall, right?"

Looking at this picture, Lu He felt that this Abe Mahatma must have learned real skills from some blind men on the street to tell fortunes.

Otherwise, his every move would not look like an Onmyoji at all, but would be so similar to a fortune teller on the street?

"The hands and feet are cold, the energy is weak, the qi is weak, the premature decline is premature. This is the cold air entering your body..."

The Mahatma's eyes were almost on the man's body, and his tone was extremely certain:

"Put my medicine to cure all diseases!"

"Thank you, thank you!"

The man thanked him one after another.

At this moment, a disharmonious voice suddenly said:

"Master, he is not cold in his body. I think it is clearly because of kidney deficiency?"

Lu He couldn't stand it anymore. He could not see these symptoms too clearly. Isn't it just a manifestation of kidney deficiency?

The Mahatma frowned at the sudden crash of someone.

He glanced at Lu He and then said confidently:

"Young man, you can't draw conclusions easily in everything!"

"In the past fifty years since I became an Onmyoji, I have never seen anyone? I don't have to look at his illness. I just need to calculate it and you will know everything!"

As he said that, the Mahatma even gently stroked his long white beard. At first glance, he really looked a bit like a fairy-like figure.

"You'll know everything after you count it?"

Lu He looked a little surprised, but he just looked at it and pretended:

"You mean, you can count anything?"

"Be humble, I'm just nicknamed God's Purposer."

Mahatma Abe seems very confident about such young people who have never seen the world:

"I tell you, I can calculate everything in this world!"

"I can basically calculate the major disasters and disasters of ordinary people. What is this mere minor illness?"

The slightly exaggerated words attracted the little old man around him to be full of glory, and even called him the great immortal.

Perhaps only such people are easily fooled...

Lu He's mouth twitched, as if he was suppressing something:

"So, Master Divine Permit, can you calculate the disaster that will happen next?"

"Hahaha, young people are short-sighted!"

The Mahatma laughed loudly, which made the young old men around him laugh, as if they heard the funnyest jokes in the world.

I saw him patting his chest and assured with high ambition:

"I can calculate the fate of any person, let alone myself...ah!"

Before the Mahatma could even finish his bold words, a tree trunk on his head suddenly broke and smashed straight towards the Mahatma!

As the screams continued, smoke and dust rose everywhere, and an unexpected scene appeared before everyone.

For a moment, the whole yard was silent.

It was not until a broken tree trunk pressed directly on the body of the Holy Mahatma, and he howled in pain, and no longer felt the same as the fairy-like trait just now that the others reacted.

"It hurts so much, carry the trunk of my body away quickly!"

As Lu He and others stepped forward, the trunk of the tree pressing on the body of the Mahatma was soon carried away with concerted efforts.

Fortunately, the trunk of this tree is not thick, otherwise it would be impossible to kill the Mahatma on the spot.

"Master God's Vision, you said that you can calculate any kind of person, but why didn't you calculate your own?"

Lu He asked with a teasing voice as he helped the Mahatma up from the ground.

At the same time, Lu He quietly glanced at the oak tree.

I saw Qin Mei sitting on a thick branch of the oak tree.

She lit up her sharp and eye-catching nails and made an "OK" gesture to landing and.

Lu He also blinked at him and responded.

The tacit understanding between the two was impossible for others to see at all. They thought it was really just a simple coincidence!

At this time, the Mahatma was not seriously injured. He patted the gray on his body, and his face turned red:

"You... you and mortals don't understand it. It's like a doctor cannot treat himself, and of course fortune telling cannot count himself!"

"Yeah?"

Lu He had a smile on his face: "That's not what you said just now!"

The scene of the Mahatma is so embarrassed that no matter how stupid the people around him can see the clues.

They all "cut" and then scattered and left.

I guess the joke that Mahatma "doctors cannot cure themselves" will be spread directly after leaving.

"Hey, don't, don't leave!"

Seeing the guests who had finally fooled him away, Mahatma felt a little heartbroken.

"I said, "Old man, I don't need you to eat or drink." Why do you have to cheat here?"

Kiko seemed a little helpless:

"My sister always advised you not to do this kind of thing all the time, otherwise you will suffer retribution. Now you see..."

"That's just a simple coincidence!"

The Holy Mahatma seemed a little unwilling to accept it, and felt like he would not look back without hitting the wall:

"Besides, isn't I just trying to add some incense to our shrine and earn some money for wine?"

"Okay, okay, let's go back first, so as not to get angry with your old body..."

In front of the elders, Xiko acted very gentle, and looked like a good girl and very easy to talk.

It should be said that except for facing Lu He, she has always been like this.

The three of them walked into the shrine, and there was not even a single guest in the lobby of the shrine.

This once again gave Lu He a new understanding of the coldness of the shrine.

Through Xizi's introduction, Lu He learned that Holy Mahatma and Xizi's parents were very good friends, so he was also considered Xizi's elders.

The lonely and lonely Mahatma just lived in the shrine temporarily.

The already deserted shrine adds a little more popularity, and the title of Mahatma Onmyoji, can also fool some guests into coming.

Apart from Kiko and Mahatma, there are only four people left in the entire shrine.

"Kiko, you four old onions... ah, are the four aunts also employees of the shrine?"

After greeting the smiling aunts, Lu He quietly asked Xizi.

"Of course, these four aunts are all employees of our shrine."

Xizi attached to Lu He's ear and said:
Chapter completed!