When there are more people, there will naturally be those who have faith, and those who have faith will naturally have people come to the door, and people come to the door. With the "craftsmanship" of the divine fortune teller, what's the point of being famous if you can't calculate it?!

…

"One destiny, two luck, three feng shui..."

"Four accumulations of yin virtues and five cultivations of immortality?"

"It sounds reasonable..."

"It must be so. The fortune teller has long been famous. After all, he is the disciple of the old man Tianji, and he has also inherited the great art of heaven and earth!"

"More than that? I also went to the Tomb of Ten Thousand Monsters in the Eastern Wasteland before. He indeed calculated that there would be a bloody disaster for the Buddha, and it was accurate!"

"Hey, isn't the Buddha also proficient in numerology? So, this divine fortune teller is even more powerful than the Buddha!"

"But why does he look like a great evil monk?"

During the exchange, many people began to come forward and ask the fortune teller to tell their fortunes.

The divine fortune teller is also unambiguous. If we tell fortunes, we will charge money!

And it’s not cheap!

Can it be cheaper?

Our dazzling eyes are not nearly full yet! I'm just waiting for your money to buy more medicine from Fatty Dan, and then continue to practice.

With such a great opportunity, how can we not make a fortune?

You have to earn it~!

…

"How about I help you too?"

Dan Chengzi and Shen Shuzi's business was booming, but Fan Jianqiang hadn't spoken yet, and there was no business for the time being, so Lin Fan couldn't help but join in.

"...Is there any charge?"

Fan Jianqiang's "honest" questioning was like that of an out-and-out farmer. Anyone who didn't understand this guy would definitely be deceived by his expression at this moment.

"free."

Lin Fan grinned.

"Then please give me a few words..."

Are those ‘slogans’ and ‘hawking techniques’ that Lin Fan is thinking of so annoying?

It’s spicy ears!

But as long as it works, if you can make money, who cares whether it's spicy or not?!

"You are actually very simple."

Lin Fan shook his head and said something that made Fan Qianqiang a little confused: "Just five words will do."

"ah?"

"Do you have one of those bars where you can drink so much that even a cultivator can't hold it back and get drunk?"

"have."

Fan Jianqiang nodded and said: "Second senior brother is addicted to alcohol and likes to live drunkenly and dream of death, so he beat me... Well, he begged me for a long time and asked me to help him make a kind of 'immortal drunkenness'."

"This wine has no use except getting drunk as soon as you drink it. Even the master can't resist a small pot and get drunk immediately."

"That's it!"

Lin Fan clapped his hands: "Hang up a sign and write five words."

"Three bowls don't dare fly!"

"If someone asks you what you mean, just say, after drinking your wine, no one can drink three bowls of your wine and still not get drunk."

Thirty thousand people don’t dare to fly = three bowls but they can’t stand the post.

This is Lin Fan's train of thought!

The people here are all monks, and each of them has a kind of "arrogance". Even if not everyone has the idea of ​​"I am the best in the world, everyone else is rubbish", they will never look down on themselves.

That’s it.

How could such a person give up so easily?

Even if Wu Song was a mere mortal, he drank several bowls in anger after seeing three bowls but couldn't get enough, let alone a cultivator of immortality?

Fan Jianqiang hung up the sign suspiciously...

Among the monks waiting in line for fortune telling, someone saw him and couldn't help but curiously asked.

But when Fan Jianqiang explained according to Lin Fan's meaning, the other party was not happy.

"Hey?!"

"It's just a small wine stall. How dare you put up such an arrogant slogan, "You'll get drunk after three bowls. Why don't you dare to fly?"

"Bring me thirty bowls!"

"Today, I will let you know what Bacchus is!"

"My wine is not cheap..." Fan Jianqiang was happy in his heart, but on the surface he was still very 'honest'.

When the other party saw this, he became even more disdainful: "Can't I afford the spiritual stone? Serve me wine!!!!"

Many people also came over to watch the fun. Then...

Thirty bowls?

Only finished the second bowl.

"belch!"
Chapter completed!