Yang Qian gave Fat Brother a wink, and the three of them waited until those people had almost finished leaving before arriving at the old man's stall.
"Old sir, I've been having bad luck lately. Can you give me one of your tips for attracting wealth?" The fat brother sat at the table and imitated the middle-aged man from before and handed out a wad of banknotes in a dignified manner. , looked at the old man with a smile.
The old fortune teller saw Fat Brother and the three of them looking at each other from a distance for a long time. He was not too surprised by this move. He looked at the three of them carefully and waved his hand.
"You three are holding on to your money, so you might as well take it back."
As the old fortune teller spoke, he was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Zhou Qiao.
"Old sir, why do you say this?"
Zhou Qiao looked at the old fortune teller with a smile, and the glint in his eyes made the old man's heart skip a beat. He coughed twice, pretending to be calm and said slowly: "I think you three have extraordinary faces. The fat young man has deep eyebrows and a high nose. It is obvious that his ancestors were officials. His hall is smooth and wide, which means that he has just passed through the catastrophe of life and death and is going smoothly. His face is fierce, and his bones smell of earth. He is probably engaged in underground work; "
He glanced at Yang Qian next to him again, with a bright face, and said a few big words: "This little brother has an extraordinary background, and I am probably from the same people as the old man. He obviously has a good fortune, and he is a blessed person at first glance."
"As for you, the fact that you are still safe and sound despite the aura of corpse evil is enough to prove that the three of you are extraordinary. Please don't embarrass an unknown person like this..."
After the old fortune teller finished speaking, he was about to leave in a hurry, but was stopped by Zhou Qiao.
"The old gentleman has a keen eye. He is not a mortal, but I am blind. I am afraid that the old gentleman has guessed what I am here for, so don't hide it. I don't know what method the old gentleman used. Are you trying to attract wealth for others? Do you want me to teach you something?"
When the old fortune teller saw that Zhou Qiao had asked the question he least wanted to answer, he gritted his teeth, snorted coldly, and turned his head to the side.
Zhou Qiao was not angry when he saw this, but continued: "I don't know whether the old gentleman knows that everything in this world has the wonderful principle of cause and effect cycle and the complementation of yin and yang. Old sir, although your money-making skills are great, they will eventually return to you." It is necessary to rely on the power of heaven. This world is unkind and regards all living things as stupid dogs. The force of its backlash is not something ordinary people can bear. Please stop doing random things, old man, so as not to cause trouble. Upper body."
It turns out that Zhou Qiao had long seen that the old man used the "Five Ghosts to Luck Money" in his tips for attracting money.
It is to use talismans to drive the ghosts in the five directions of the southeast, northwest, and middle to carry other people's money for them, which is called making partial wealth or windfall. This method of attracting money is a forbidden technique. Although the effect is significant, the sequelae of backlash are also very serious.
You must know that people use ghosts to make money, and ghosts also absorb yang energy from mortals. These five ghost wealth methods are like extracting blood and yang energy from mortals to feed them.
When the yin and yang are out of balance, the five ghosts will bite back, which can cause a loss of life span, damage to the body, and harm to the soul; in severe cases, they may even lose their lives.
Although the old man had some abilities, he was not following the right path, so Zhou Qiao reminded him not to act carelessly.
The old fortune teller's face changed after hearing this, he was silent for a moment, and finally nodded and sighed;
"I know I was wrong. I hope my little brother will ignore the past grudges and forgive me this time. I will never use this method again in the future!"
When he said the last sentence, the voice of the old fortune teller was trembling slightly. His heart was like a mirror. If he really wanted to take action, who would be the opponent of these three people? A good man will not suffer the loss in front of him. If he encounters these people, he will admit defeat. .
Zhou Qiao was relieved when he heard the old man's words. As long as this person was willing to stop doing random things, he didn't bother to pay attention to other things. After all, it was better not to make enemies easily when traveling around.
The three of them had good food and fun for three days before going to Fahua Temple to solve the problem of the Yin-Yang ghost babies.
When we arrived at Fahua Temple, it was in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and the towering temple looked particularly majestic. There was an endless stream of people going to Fahua Temple to pray to God and worship Buddha, and the incense was booming!
The three of them followed the flow of people slowly up the mountain. After walking a few steps, they heard the voice of the fat brother complaining, "Damn it, do you think the people who built the temple are careless? Why are they building so many steps? They want to be exhausted and fat." Brother me"
Yang Gan glanced at Fat Brother who was panting from exhaustion after climbing only a few steps. He couldn't help but laugh and joked, "Fat Brother, it seems you should lose some weight. Why is it so hard to climb the stairs?" Where are we now? We haven’t even reached the halfway point of the mountain yet!”
"There are 108 steps in the Fahua Temple. In Buddhist parlance, the steps are compared to a Dharma door. Every time you climb a step, it means relief from a trouble and a hope. Fat brother, as long as you hold a pious heart, If you have a strong heart, work hard and persevere, you will soon be able to climb to the top of the mountain."
When the fat brother heard that there were 108 steps, he rolled his eyes at Yang Qian and said angrily, "Don't fool me there. You are talking while standing and it doesn't hurt your back. Fat brother can still climb down these 108 steps." Is there a life?"
"How about...you guys go up and do things, Fatty, and I'll wait for you at the bottom of the mountain?"
After Fat Brother finished speaking, he stared straight at Yang Qian and Zhou Qiao with his big, thief eyes;
Zhou Qiao looked at Fat Brother's fat belly, his forehead was covered with sweat and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and finally nodded helplessly.
"Fat Brother, you are really lazy. With your physical strength, I wonder how you managed to fish out those bronze porcelains from the tomb alive in the first place?" Yang Gan came up to Fat Brother and patted him on the shoulder wordlessly. , whispered in a low voice.
"Hehe... The mountain man has his own clever plan! ~ Buddha said ~ can't be said~ can't be said"
Fat Brother smiled sarcastically a few times, but the smile was really vulgar, and both Yang Qian and Zhou Qiao were speechless.
In this way, the original threesome turned into Zhou Qiao and Yang Qian climbing the mountain;
When we reached the top of the mountain, we saw a cloud-shrouded and fairy-like atmosphere. A large hall stood in front of us. On the plaque of the hall were written the three characters of Fahua Temple. There were sculptures on the door wall. Each sculpture was lifelike. The whole temple is magnificent and magnificent, yet majestic and solemn. There is a faint ringing of bells in the distance, which makes people feel quiet, peaceful and relaxed.
Zhou Qiao stepped into the main hall. The hall was simple and elegant, with sandalwood tables and chairs, and many gods and Buddhas enshrined. The hall was filled with light incense, making it look quite elegant.
In the middle of the hall, there sat a young monk with a round cheek that looked very festive. He was knocking on wooden fish, twisting rosary beads in his hand, and pursed his lips tightly, looking serious.
Seeing Zhou Qiao and Yang Qian come in, the monk opened his eyes, glanced at them, closed them again, and muttered something, as if he didn't notice Zhou Qiao at all.
Zhou Qiao didn't mind and walked straight to the center of the hall. Zhou Qiao bowed his hands to the monk and said straight to the point, "Master, we brothers are not here to pray to God, but to seek help from Puhui, an eminent monk in your temple." Master, we have a letter written by his good friend Zen Master Liaoji. We have something to ask for, and I wonder if we can share it with you."
"Master Puhui? Master Puhui is doing homework for the monks. There are no guests for the time being. You should come back another day." The monk still had no expression and replied calmly.
Yang Gan frowned and was about to have an attack when Zhou Qiao on the side stopped him and signaled him to calm down.
Zhou Qiao smiled at the monk and said, "Oh, it turns out that Master Puhui is busy, so we two brothers will wait here. When Master Puhui is done with whatever he is doing, please let me know!"
After saying that, he took Yang Qian and sat down on the table and chair beside him without any rush, looking leisurely.
On the other hand, when the young monk saw the two sitting down, he showed a trace of impatience on his face. However, due to the Buddhist temple rules, he did not dare to get angry easily. He snorted coldly and continued to knock the wooden fish.
