Chapter 2089

Night without a word, blink of an eye dawn, the sky is not big, ye Chen has been out of the small garden.

A new day, a new beginning.

Zhuxian Town is thriving and vigorous in the morning. The stalls advocate setting up stalls, buying vegetables and yelling. All kinds of roles are staged, which makes a prosperous scene.

It's that restaurant again. Ye Chen shows up, wearing a Taoist robe.

This time, he did not come to eat wine or make trouble, but came to do business. He carried a table and a chair, which was placed on the left side of the restaurant door.

Another look at his desk, there is a white cloth, white cloth, painted nine palace eight trigrams, there are also some dense text, one side of the table, there is also a stick, the stick is also hung with white cloth, domineering side leakage of three big characters: ye Banxian.

Yes, what ye Chen does is to make divination.

Even though he was made a mortal, his memory is still there, and the evolution of the Zhou Dynasty is still there. It is not a matter of pushing heaven and earth, let alone divination for ordinary people. He is the most suitable person to do such things. However, he can not be idle since he has left these people aside. This is also a kind of alternative practice.

"Conscience of heaven and earth, there is nothing I can't do."

Ye Chen sat there, a wretched look. Behind his neck, there was a folded fan, a Taoist's hat on his head, and a whisk in his hand. It can be said that he had all the necessary equipment for divination, so as not to be too handsome and blind the eyes of passers-by. He also stuck a wisp of white beard and stuck a black mole to his mouth.

"Ye banxian'er?" Passers-by see, can't help but pick eyebrow, up and down sweep measure ye Chen.

I don't know why. I don't know why.

"Another trickster."

"It's not good to play what's wrong. I'm young and don't do business." An old man carrying a hoe walked by, a face disdainful, it is worth saying that he is really very black.

"Benefactor, you are black in the printing hall." Ye Chen stroked his beard with profound meaning.

"What do you say?" The old man scolded, "Laozi is born black, why not?"

"It's not good for your health if you're older and you don't have a lot of anger."

"Hey, you little bunny." The old man got angry and took his hoe and threatened to clean up Ye Chen. If it had not been stopped by passers-by, he would have opened Ye Chen's stall.

Small episode in the past, passers-by gradually scattered, duding Ye Chen is a trap.

So, ye Chen this, become cold and clear.

He was not in a hurry, his hands were holding his cheek, as if there was business or not.

This is a God, the absolute great God.

It's not boasting. The passers-by on the street can see through it at a glance, which is going to have a disaster or a bad luck. He can see clearly how much life a person has left, whether he will get married, whether his daughter-in-law is beautiful or not, and how many times he has done it last night.

But the embarrassment is, no one to divination, no one to pay attention to him.

This is also due to the world. In the world of friars, heaven knows that many people will break their heads and talk about fortune telling. The descendants of Zhoutian evolution are called the second, and no one dares to be the first.

Near noon, no one came.

Ye Chenxu is tired, simply lie on the table, sleep up a big sleep.

Soon, someone came.

Yesterday's purple robe is the old man who beat him? I just heard that someone was telling fortune at the door of the restaurant. I just came to see it. I didn't know. I was scared. His eyes were fierce and he recognized Ye Chen.

Now he is full of glory.

Last night, according to Ye Chen's method of solving, he adjusted his internal force, which has eliminated the criticism. Moreover, his internal force has gone up to a higher level. For him, this is absolutely a creation.

"Little friend?" See ye Chen big sleep, the old man called softly.

Ye Chen was awakened, raised his head, sleepy eyes, first wipe mouth saliva, see is the purple robe old man, this just yawned, "old man, find me something?"

"If you are short of money, you can tell me why you should expose yourself to the sun and suffer here." The old man said with a smile, "if you are willing to live in my house, you will be honored as the guest of honor."

"What do you know? It's called experiencing life." Ye Chen curls his mouth.

The purple robed old man laughed, but he didn't go away. He simply sat down and said, "I'm idle, too. I'll bother you to divine for me. I haven't divined for many years."

"Is it to measure the eight characters of birth, fortune, good or bad, or Fengshui marriage?" Ye Chen said at will.

"Or do you want to test the eight characters of birth first?"

"you are a guest, what to test, it is not your has the final say."

"Then the eight characters of birthday."

"when the Milky Way looks at the good scenery, the clouds are golden, the wind is falling, the Wutong is early, the birth is July, twenty-four, the jade flower is good." Ye Chen leisurely way, or both hands holding chin, said very casually.

"What do you mean?" The old man in purple robe was shocked.

"In the year of Renzi, July 24 and Zishi, the five elements of your life are flourishing; the sun dominates the heavenly stems; you need fire to help, but avoid too much soil, and your life style is not good or bad." Ye Chen languid way.Here, the face of the old purple robe has changed.

No wonder he is so. He has not yet said his eight characters of the birthday. Ye Chen knows it, and is accurate. He has not counted divination, but he is the first one who is so familiar with God as ye Chen.

Thinking of this, he also tentatively looked at Ye Chen, "little friend is good at divination?"

"It's just fur."

"It's not fur." The old man was excited and said, "eight characters are correct."

"If you do, you will give me some money. When you finish, you will stay cool."

"No hurry, no hurry." The old man was sitting in a hurry. "Please work hard for your little friend, and then calculate the misfortune."

"Sorry, the same person, only once a day."

"Then... That old man will come tomorrow." The old man in purple robe laughed, and some of them stood up, arched his hand and left. Before leaving, he left a heavy purse. He left, but he didn't go far. He sat in the opposite teahouse by the window, looking like he was afraid that ye Chen would run. This is a precious man. He has to be fixed.

However, he was surprised by the ceremony he had given to Ye Chen.

In Zhuxian Town, who knows the old purple robe is a real Wulin master, and has a reputation. It is very confusing to give a fortune teller or a gift.

"What kind of situation, Yangge old for a fortune teller salute."

"This fortune teller, has a great history?"

"It's a trick to cheat us to fortune telling."

"Don't make a fuss. Yang Ge is a former hermit. How can he do such a scandal? He is not short of money."

In the speech, ye Chen became a remarkable object.

Passers-by gathered a lot, pointing at the point.

Ye Chen was calm, his hands were chin, bored, two eyes around the swing, look at this side, and look at that side, always feel like a monkey, and these idle egg pain passers-by, is to run to see monkeys, and only to see not to give money.

Quietly, the sky gradually dim.

But Zhuxian Town is still prosperous. The red river tower is high hanging, beautiful and beautiful. The market at night is the most lively. There are many boudoirs. There is always a prince of the family, shaking the folding fan, forcing the whole family to be full of things. He always wants to sell something. Think carefully. It seems that nothing can be opened except for eating. Moreover, it is full of thinking about where to open a house at night.

Here, the restaurant business is still so good, people in and out, not simple.

Compared with the red fire of the restaurant, the business of Ye Chen at the door is not generally cold.

The man who runs to eat wine will have a look at him before he enters the door.

But, just one eye, did not worry about him, identified him as a stick.

The world does not know, but the Yangge is old, but knows.

At this moment, he is still sitting in the opposite teahouse, sitting near the window, and looking at Ye Chen like that, afraid of this shaking God, ye Chen will be gone.

If you really look for ye Chen, you can only know the extraordinary of Ye Chen.

This is a noble person, but also a strange person and a strange person. The old purple robe is so recognized.

Under his gaze, ye Chen woke up again.

The goods looked at the sky, then stretched out, began to pack the head of the line.

This time, it is no one to come back to the gossip.

See ye Chen to go, opposite the tea house of Yangge old, hurriedly followed out, laugh, "can you appreciate, to the house, let the old man do a bit of the friendship of the local."

"Another day." Ye Chen waved his hand and turned and left.

Yang Ge is old and wants to invite, but ye Chen has gone far.

The old man, very determined, did not give up, quietly followed Ye Chen, at least, to know ye Chen's residence, if later to find someone, it is easier.

Or that, but you can not let Ye Chen this noble man run.

In front of me, ye chenyouya, I know that Yang Ge Lao is following, but on the street, he wanders along the road, and eats several bowls of plain noodles in soup, and then he returns to the garden.

Yang Ge did not dare to enter, only looking far away.

It took a long time to see before he left.

In the garden, ye Chen has been lying on the seat, looking up at the stars quietly.

Every day of the world, it is fast, slow and not slow. There is no killing of the monks, nor the bloody smell of disgust. It passes through a light and calm state of mind.

He didn't get up until late in the night.

Under the old tree, he closed his eyes slightly, and wanted to break through the forbidden of evil spirits. It was very good to be a mortal. But he was homesick. 70 years ago and later, the homesick complex was very strong.

But his path was too shallow to shake the ban.

After several attempts, he was honest, holding a fire, waiting for the king to rob the pass, practicing and waiting for others to seal me into a mortal. It is very new.

"Who Fuxi asked him to wait for." In the underworld, Yanluo looked at the emperor.

"Wait for one, the one he should wait for." The emperor of the underworld wanders."That answer is no answer." Yan Luo in the ten halls was filled with anger, but he didn't dare to say it. He had been with the Ming emperor for so long. He knew the emperor's temperament and his ten brothers knew him best. If he had something to do, he would beat them, and he could go to space.

As a matter of fact, they have already gone up and collectively flew out of Jieming mountain.

I'm kidding. How the hell emperor exists? He's the great emperor. He can hear what you think in your heart. Since he hears it, he has to make the ten people happy.