The most important job this kind of immortal does is to exorcise evil spirits for his children.

The elderly believe that children will be frightened when they see unclean things, and then cry non-stop, so they have to look for Daxianer.

Generally speaking, young people who do not believe in this kind of thing, including some old intellectuals, are also disdainful of this kind of thing.

The same was true for He Yuanjiang.

He has been abroad for so many years and has never believed in feudal superstitions. However, today his right eye has been twitching, and his daughter is following the Syrian government forces to participate in military operations. He is really worried, so he suddenly thought about calculating a fortune.

So he said to Ye Chen: "Ye Chen, if you have something to do, just do it first, I'll take a look there."

Seeing that the direction he was pointing at Yu Guang was the fortune telling stall, Ye Chen asked, "Uncle He, are you going to find someone to calculate?"

He Yuanjiang nodded and sighed, "Hey, I know why everyone has religious beliefs now. It must be like I am so helpless now. I really don't know what to do, so I can only place my hope on religious beliefs or feudal superstitions, which is mainly to seek psychological comfort."

Ye Chen smiled slightly and said, "Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I'll go with you."

He Yuanjiang didn't think much about it, nodded, and came to the fortune telling stall with Ye Chen.

At this time, the old man sitting in front of the fortune telling stall was a dark-skinned, gray-haired, and somewhat thin.

The old man looked about 70 or 80 years old, sitting alone in front of the stall, slowly strapping his beard on his chin, with a fairy-like aura.

He Yuanjiang came to him and before he could speak, the old man asked him: "Does this gentleman want to ask about good or bad luck?"

He Yuanjiang nodded and said, "I want to ask my daughter for her to see if she is safe."

The old man nodded, pushed a bamboo tube full of bamboo sticks over, and said, "Come on, think of your daughter in your heart, and then shake a sign out."

He Yuanjiang hurriedly did what he said, thinking about his daughter, and at the same time shaking the bamboo tube. Dozens of bamboo sticks in the bucket continued to poke out as he swayed until one of them fell out of the bucket first.

He Yuanjiang opened his eyes, quickly picked up the bamboo stick, looked down at the words on it, and said, "I heard that tonight it is Shangyuan, and the silver lights are shining on the sky; there is a gust of wind and rain, and the lights of thousands of families are turned off and the orchestra... What does this mean?"

The old man smiled slightly and said in a mysterious way: "This is the 32nd sign of the Che Gong Ling Sign. If you need to agree to the sign, please rejoice for 500 yuan, which is also considered a blessing."

When Ye Chen heard this, he thought that the old man was a liar.

It is a Taoist philosophy to ask for fortune-telling. As for randomness or blessings, this is a Buddhist saying.

A Taoist sect will never say the words of rejoicing and blessings. This feeling is like a monk saying that he can go to heaven to see God by donating money. The logic itself is problematic.

However, He Yuanjiang didn't know about this.

He heard the other party say it costs 500 yuan, and without any hesitation, he took out his cell phone and asked, "Can you scan the code to pay?"

The old man took out a payment code that had been printed long ago and smiled and said, "Come on, scan this, WeChat and Alipay."

He Yuanjiang hurriedly wanted to scan the code to pay. Ye Chen wanted to stop him, but then he thought that he was like an ant on a hot pan, and he would definitely not be able to stop him, so he didn't say much, just watched the changes.

Soon, He Yuanjiang completed the payment, and a prompt sound of "Five hundred yuan from WeChat" came from the old man's pocket. He smiled with satisfaction and said, "The signature for your signature is that tonight is Shangyuan, and the silver lights are shining brightly in the sky; for no reason, there is a strong wind and rain, and the lights of Wanjia are turned off and the orchestra is very simple. It is probably tonight, and it should be that the silver lights of fire were fired, and it was lively, but suddenly a storm and storm, and the lights of Wanjia are blown out, and the festival that originally played the singing and singing was gone."

Speaking of this, he sighed and said, "This is really the most unlucky sign. If you draw this sign, no matter what you want to ask, you can summarize it in four words."

In desperation, He Yuanjiang asked: "What four words?!"

The old man shook his head and sighed, "Everything is not auspicious!"

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Chapter completed!