Taoist Temple: I was broadcast live while preaching to animals

Chapter 387

"Guest, what do you want to count?"

"I came to your mountain to make trouble, and you still call me a guest?"

Shi Yuanpi looked at Cheng Fan with a smile, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Everyone who comes is a guest, an uninvited guest is a guest, an evil guest is also a guest, and the poor road is better at turning enemies into friends, and it doesn't hurt to call all the guests." Cheng Fan said lightly.

Ishihara chuckled lightly and glanced at Cheng Fan meaningfully.

"I understand, you are a person who understands current affairs and knows how to advance and retreat."

Cheng Fan waved his hand lightly, "No, Poor Dao is just a good teacher and nosy."

Ishihara's face sank slightly, "Nosy, but it's easy to get burned." "

Just burn it, it's not a big deal. I'm as immovable as Tarzan.

Cheng Fan chuckled, took out the bamboo stick holder and turtle back used for fortune telling from his robe, and put them on the ground to signal to Ishihara.

When everyone saw the bamboo stick holder, they smiled disdainfully.

What fortune telling?

In their eyes, it's just a trick to deceive.

This kind of bamboo stick holder is also the easiest thing to get tired of.

It seems to be just an ordinary bamboo tube and bamboo stick, and there are more places to make a fuss in it.

Some unscrupulous, Taoist identity to accumulate wealth charlatans, will use special bamboo sticks to fool people, printed with "fierce" and "fierce" bamboo sticks are more likely to be shaken out, and then the lion opened his mouth, asking pilgrims to break the fortune and eliminate disasters.

That's why everyone has this expression.

Ishihara glanced at these props and picked them up quietly, waiting for an opportunity for Cheng Fan to come within three steps of him.

While shaking, he said meaningfully:

"I'm afraid that you are not a Taishan, and if you die, you will just be a small mound overgrown with weeds." Once this fire is ignited, neither you nor Dripping View will be able to resist it. At that point, there will be no place to cry.

"Then don't bother the guests."

Just as the two were fighting, a bamboo stick flew out of the bamboo tube.

"Big murderer!"

Cheng Fan glanced at him and said lightly: "The guest's luck doesn't seem to be very good recently, I see that your Yin Tang is black, but I didn't expect even to be so lucky."

Ishihara waved his hand, "I don't believe in this bamboo stick holder, try something else."

"Yes, too."

"Why don't you help me look at my palms and calculate when I will be able to make a fortune."

As soon as the words fell, the group of subordinates behind Ishihara laughed.

"Boss Ishihara, you have a lot of money every day, and you haven't made a fortune, are you?"

"That's right, we've all made a lot of money with Boss Ishihara, and sooner or later we'll be able to make a fortune!"

"Boss Ishihara, why don't you let this 'master' test your marriage?"

Ishihara turned his head and scolded with a smile, and then said to Cheng Fan: "Count it all!" It should be fine, right? "

The gang behind him has not been following him for a long time, how do they know what he has done in the past?

At that time, I don't know how many times more money I made than I do now.

If it weren't for the police's crackdown, he wouldn't have changed his career to find trouble with the Taoist temple.

Cheng Fan smiled lightly: "Naturally." Please extend your left hand.

Seeing Cheng Fan take the bait, Ishihara showed a smile of victory.

Strode forward and stretched out his hands.

"Where can I walk with my left hand? Let's take a look at it with both hands! As

he spoke, a pair of big hands went straight to Cheng Fan!

Where is this palmistry? It's clearly meant to hurt people.

When the old Taoist priest saw that something was wrong, he subconsciously wanted to remind Cheng Fan, but he suddenly remembered the big tiger that Cheng Fan was sitting on, and the jackals, tigers and leopards surrounded by him, so he simply smiled and waited to see Ishihara's joke.

Syllable!

Cheng Fan came first, and pinched Ishihara's left wrist in a blink of an eye.

Just a light touch of his index finger on Ishihara's pulse made him feel his heart beat faster, his whole body cold, and he couldn't move at all.

A strong premonition told him that if he made any abnormal move, his wrist would be crushed immediately!

"When?!"

Ishihara shouted frantically in his heart, and his forehead was instantly soaked with beads of sweat.

Seeing Cheng Fan's slender fingers grabbing Ishihara's left hand, Xu Huan, who was outside the formation, was inexplicably a little angry.

"What? Aren't guests required to see palmistry? Spread your palms out.

Ishihara stared at Cheng Fan's expression, always with such an indifferent look.

But when he tried to pull his hand out, Cheng Fan's fingers clasped him like an iron hoop.

Ishihara's heart was beating wildly, this guy looked like he was sven, how could he be so powerful!

"I haven't finished palmistry yet, don't worry."

Ishihara obediently spread out his palm, revealing his palm prints.

Cheng Fan naturally doesn't need to look at palmistry, everything about Ishihara has long been seen clearly through the eye of the sky.

"Hmm... The first 20 years were very difficult, and the next 20 years had some opportunities.

Cheng Fan looked into his eyes and asked with a smile:

"Guest, dare to ask this year's Gui Geng?"

Ishihara broke out in a cold sweat and said, "Thirty and four, what's wrong?" "

Oh, that guest may not live for a few years, and your palm print will break at the age of forty."

As soon as these words came out, Ishihara had not yet spoken, and the people behind him were immediately unhappy.

"Stinky Daoist! What nonsense are you talking about?

"Our Ishihara boss will definitely live a long life, you beware of the wind flashing your tongue!"

"Do you still need the wind? I'm going to pull out his useless tongue right now!

The men were filled with righteous indignation, eager to rush up and tear Cheng Fansheng apart.

"Don't come here!"

Ishihara was in a cold sweat, his life was still in Cheng Fan's hands, where did he dare to let his subordinates make a mistake?

Cheng Fan smiled lightly: "It doesn't matter if they don't believe it, don't you believe the guests?"

Ishihara said: You are holding my life, what do you think I will say?

Cheng Fan smiled in his eyes, knowing what he was worried about, so he simply let go of his wrist and set him free.

Ishihara glanced at Cheng Fan suspiciously, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Fortunately, it's a chick, and the means are not ruthless.

If this were the same group of people he had dealt with in the past, I am afraid that he would be completely planted!

However, this guy is not simple, and with this lesson, he can't be careless.

Ishihara admonished himself in his heart, took a step back

and said, "Little Taoist, you said that I can only live to be forty years old, is it a bit alarmist?"

Cheng Fan smiled lightly: "The reason why Poor Dao said this is naturally for a reason. "

Dare to ask the guests if they still remember, the people in the mountains..."

Ishihara glared angrily, and suddenly let out a loud shout, interrupting Cheng Fan's words.

It was a shadow that lingered in his heart.

Once, during the famine, no one in the village had starved to death, because he was the only hope in the mountains.

The people in the mountains said to him: As long as we have a bite to eat, there will be a bite of yours.

The people in the mountains sent him out of the mountains with the strength of the whole village, hoping that he would become a talent and come back to lead the people in the mountains out.

However, after coming out of the top universities, he was ostracized by society because of his background, and his life was not satisfactory, smoking all day long, complaining about social injustice.

He has no ability to repay the people in the mountains, repay his relatives, and feel shameless to face the fathers and villagers in the mountains...