Chapter 200: News

In the bookstore, time flew.

Li Qingfeng knelt inside...

He saw Ye Bei walk out of the wooden door, and then the door closed again.

There was more than that.

After Ye Bei left, less than a second later, subversive changes were also taking place in the entire bookstore.

The bottomed candle that was originally hung on the roof was suddenly blown out by a gust of wind, white smoke drifted out.

The brand-new wooden table had become unbearable. It seemed that if you applied a little force, it would turn into a powder.

And the bookshelves on both sides of the room were also changing rapidly!

Every book, every detail on the bookshelf, all had been restored to their original state, even more dilapidated than their original state.

However, on the dilapidated table, a blank sheet of paper laid quietly.

On the white paper, only two words were written: Birth, Death!

With one thought, a life was born.

With one thought, a life died.

When he saw this blank paper, Li Qingfeng was very clear that everything that happened here just now existed.

It was not an illusion.

"This time's coming back; His Excellency's state of mind is really vague for me to see. To live for too long, perhaps, just to live. Many times, death is a kind of respect for a life, and it can also be a kind of luck." After a long time, Li Qingfeng opened his mouth and murmured.

Then he put his hands on the ground and tried to stand up, his legs trembling extremely.

After he stood up, Li Qingfeng first reached out and wiped the corner of his eye.

Then he moved his clothes elegantly.

When his expression seemed calmer and calmer, he walked in the direction of the wooden door.

After he extended out his hand, he pulled the door hard.

The wooden door was old. When pulled up, it seemed to be a little hard.

Creak!

However, with that sound, the wooden door opened slowly.

The outside scenery was completely different from when it was opened just now.

There were many people standing outside.

Those people, seeing the door opened, instantly went from being quiet to boiling.

"Mr. Li, how is the situation?"

"That person, did he promise to help?"

"How's the talk?"

Many of those people stepped forward quickly, asking excitedly, and at the same time, with their eyes wide open, trying hard to look into the bookstore. Unfortunately, in the line of sight, it was completely dark and nothing was seen.

...

Three days later.

On a wet street, a young man in white robe walked with his hands behind his back.

On both sides of the street, from time to time, people were talking loudly. These people seemed to know a lot of news.

"Is it real or fake? Old Tang, there really is a divine fortune-teller in Beijing? And it even alarmed that person?" A man asked a 50 or 60-year-old man next to him in surprise.

The old man's hair was dyed black.

His eyes squinted lazily.

There seemed to be wisdom in his eyes.

"Those are true, and the position of that divine master is right next to Peking University! Many students have asked him to calculate. If you search the news, you will find that just yesterday, some interesting thing happened over there. After a student asked that person to tell his fortune, he was calculated to get rich. As a result, that student bought a lottery ticket with 200 Yuan and won tens of millions Yuan. And there is more than that, it's estimated that that student also did something with other money, the profit he earned back was absolutely terrifying. Yesterday, he brought reporters with him to Peking University and wanted to thank that fortune-teller, but it was already empty." Old Tang said with emotion.

The companions next to him felt incredible.

"What else?" The man continued to ask, his eyes sparkling.

"The one who bought the lottery ticket is the best! Many other students who have calculated their fortunes have also revealed themselves! For example, there is a classmate who posted on the school's official website saying that that day, that fortune-teller told him that he was going to have disasters and told him not to approach the bus for a while. On the second day, when the classmate was leaving home and was about to take the bus, he remembered that, so he decided to change to a taxi, and the bus had an accident shortly afterwards. Several people inside died." Old Tang continued.

The people around were obviously listening as stories.

"What happened to that Divine Master in the end?" The man continued to ask, "It is estimated that such a powerful person will be famous all over the world in a short time, right?"

"I don't know. But, I'm sure about one thing! On the last day, a very terrifying existence in Fragrant Hill was alarmed, and then that existence also went there, and even dispatched the power of military to encircle the bookstore thoroughly. The entire upper circle of Beijing Capital is a witness. But in the end, someone opened the door of the bookstore where the fortune-teller was originally located, only to find that there was nothing inside, and it was extremely dilapidated, even the ground was full of dust, not at all like a place where people live." Old Tang shook his head in a low voice.

The man on the side scratched his head, "The place where the fortune-teller lived is fake? Then, are those stories deliberately fabricated? Otherwise, if there is a person like him who can predict such heaven's secret, why doesn't he calculate for himself? If he wants money, he can count his own fortune and just have as much money as he wants! If he is going to have bad luck, it can easily be avoided."

Old Tang sighed softly, "How can it be that simple? The fortune-telling industry have its own taboos too. For example, you can't predict and calculate your own fortune, you can't read your peers' fortune either. I can't tell whether those things are true or false, but if you go to Beijing at this time, you can see students inquiring about the whereabouts of that fortune-teller everywhere. They are all high-achieving students! And the fortune-telling street has begun to be occupied by a large number of young people. Even the country is very cautious about this matter. "

"Old Tang, how could you not know? You have a good relationship with many dignitaries in Beijing, there is only one thing that I'm wondering about now." The man thought for a while and said seriously.

Old Tang tilted his head, "What is it?"

"Since many students have used that person for fortune-telling, and even some big figures are alarmed, then he must be very famous. If that is the case, there will be pictures of him, right?" The man said seriously.

Old Tang shook his head and arced his mouth, "The picture? It's really not there. I heard that many students had taken pictures at the beginning, but they didn't know what was going on, that fortune-teller's face became blur. Moreover, this incident has disturbed too many people… the power of the country shouldn't be underestimated. It's easy to get rid of a few photos. In short, the world is far less simple than we think."

"Okay!" The man shrugged.

Old Tang sighed again, "This is also the reason why I came to Leshan County this time. There must be strange people and strange things. I come here to worship Buddha, maybe it can alleviate a little sin and make myself feel more at ease."

"Old Tang, from what you said, is it possible that you have committed a crime?" The man waved his hand and asked jokingly.

Just when they were talking...

A young man in white robe walked by leisurely and attracted their attention.