"Oh, our prophet traveled thousands of miles from Dashi to come to your country. Please don't be stingy in your respect for him. Even if you only have a penny, God will bless you. Thank you, thank you..." Oh!
This damn accent sounds like an Arab from the Middle East! I have to say that the things you have never seen before are the most mysterious and the easiest to brainwash.
I saw an old Arab man wearing a white robe, a white turban on his head, and a big beard. He held a cane in his right hand and a crystal ball in his right hand, suspended in the air in a meditative posture, motionless. At first glance Looking at it, it really feels amazing.
Next to the old man were two believers in the same attire, both in their forties. They used big umbrellas to protect him.
The "prophet" shaded the booth while he stood in front of the booth, trumpeting the "prophet's" ability to predict the future.
"This is the 'Holy Stone' we found out from the Holy Sea. It has been enshrined in the temple for three hundred days. Wearing it can ward off evil spirits and bring good fortune. One stone only costs thirty silver coins, and you can also get additional An opportunity for divination!" The believers shouted loudly while holding stones.
Foreign businessmen mostly use gold and silver coins, one coin is about one tael of silver, and his coin
The "sacred stone" costs thirty silver coins, which is thirty taels of silver. If it is a real Mediterranean jade, transported thousands of miles away, it is worth buying one for this price and collecting it. But Song Che looked at it horizontally and vertically, and it looked like They are polished pebbles, worthless.
Most Liang people are sane and just want to watch the fun, but there are still a small number who voluntarily become the wrongdoers.
"I'm here to buy a piece of this holy stone!" Seeing a well-dressed little fat man, he readily took out his money and bought a piece of the holy stone. He added: "I want to ask this foreign prophet to help me calculate, when will I How can I make a fortune?" The believer rolled his eyes and shouted: "No problem, no problem, our prophet is the best at calculating people's wealth." Then he pointed
The "Prophet"'s feet said: "The Prophet traveled around the world barefoot and experienced all the sufferings in the world. If you sincerely ask him for advice, kiss its feet first!" The little fat man was not ambiguous, hugged the Prophet's feet and kissed them.
The believer said again: "Please touch the prophet's crystal ball with your hand, close your eyes and recite three numbers silently, and the prophet will gain insight into your past and present lives through the crystal ball." The little fat man did as he was told.
After reciting three numbers silently, the prophet picked up the crystal ball and
"Amimi Mummy Mummy..." I don't know what kind of bird language she muttered, but no one could understand it.
"What did you predict he said?" the little fat man asked eagerly. The believer translated: "Our prophet said that you lived a life without worries about food and clothing for the first half of your life, but gradually it became more and more miserable. Especially in recent times, your family has also suffered tragic changes..."
"Yes! That's right! My father was a rice shop owner, and he had no worries about food and clothing for the first half of his life! But just six months ago, my father suddenly fell ill and died, and my wife ran away with someone else... Prophet, you are a living Bodhisattva. , your calculation is so accurate!" The little fat man knelt down with a thud.
The "prophet" came forward and begged: "Please ask the prophet to show me a clear way. I want to make money, make a lot of money!" The prophet pointed in the direction and muttered a few words to the believers.
The believer also pointed in that direction and conveyed: "The prophet said, if you walk forward from this direction for about a hundred steps, you will encounter a turning point in your life there. You must seize the opportunity!" The little fat man stood up. Count the steps as you come, follow them
Walk in the direction pointed by the "Prophet".
"Everyone must have seen that the prophet accurately calculated the fate of the guest just now. So, who else wants to come and tell the fortune? You only need to buy a holy stone to get a chance!" The believer held a hand in his hand.
"Holy Stone" is for sale again.
"Me, me, me..." The crowd effect quickly fermented, and everyone rushed to find a fortune teller first.
"I'll give you thirty taels... of gold!" Song Che held up a large gold ingot and squeezed into the crowd with overwhelming pride.
"May I ask the prophet, does it mean that the more money I give you, the greater my respect for you?" The believer and the prophet stared at the shining gold, with uncontrollable greed in their eyes.
"Yes, yes, this generous guest, you will definitely be blessed by Allah." The believer stretched out his hand to take it.
Song Che took the gold back and said, "Since the prophet's calculation is so accurate, I have two things here and I would like to ask him to help me calculate them. If the calculation is accurate, I will give you these thirty taels of gold." The believer smiled confidently: "Then please ask, our prophet knows everything." Song Che winked at Ning Yehong behind him.
Ning Yehong held a wooden stick and walked to the prophet's side. Song Che asked the prophet: "Since you know everything and understand everything, let me ask you, will you be hit with a stick today?"
"Guest, your question is a bit too much -"
"Choke!" Lin Yue pulled out his sword, pressed it against the believer's neck with lightning speed, and said coldly: "It would be merciful not to ask whether he was hit by the sword today! You are not a prophet, Just don’t interrupt, otherwise the sword has no eyes!”
"Speak quickly." Song Che urged coldly. The prophet swallowed, shook his head, and said softly: "No."
"Snapped!"
"Ah!" Ning Yehong hit the instep with a stick, causing the prophet to scream in pain.
"It seems that the prophet's calculations are not very accurate." Song Che raised the corner of his mouth slightly and asked: "I will give the prophet another chance to predict the future. Will you be hit with a stick again?"
"This is how you treat foreign friends——"
"Shut up!" Lin Yue grabbed the believer's beard and said harshly: "If you say one more word, I will pluck your hair!" Beads of sweat as big as soybeans oozed from the prophet's forehead. He looked at Ning Ye Hong held the stick in his hand, thought deeply for a moment, and said slowly: "Yes..."
"Hey! You guessed it right this time!"
"Bang!" Ning Yehong jumped up and hit the prophet on the back with a sap. The prophet screamed loudly and fell from the air. At the same time,
With a "stab" sound, the robe was torn to pieces, revealing the secret mechanism inside - at the end of the crutch he was wielding, there was an iron rod, and an iron chair was embedded under the iron rod. He used his sleeves and robe to perfectly cover this It's a mechanism, so it looks like it's hanging in the air.
"It turns out he is a liar!" The crowd suddenly realized. Ning Yehong and Lin Yue knocked out several crooks in a few strokes, tied them to the booth, and waited for the patrolling officers and soldiers to pass by and take them back to the government for trial.
"Come on, let's go see the wonders of that cornucopia!"
