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Chapter 195
Henry Zhang turned his head, and saw that the little Taoist priest was about 23 or [-] years old, dressed in an orthodox Taoist priest's attire, holding a dust whisk in his hand, and had a profound expression on his face.

This little Taoist also possesses the aura of Xuanyang, but it is extremely weak, around the third floor.

"Are you sure you are calling me?" Henry Zhang pointed to himself and asked in disbelief.

The little Taoist nodded solemnly.

"Benefactor, be more confident, the poor man is calling you!"

"Among the thousands of people in this ghost market, Pindao can tell at a glance that you are the most unlucky person!"

Hear this.

Henry Zhang couldn't help being a little stunned.

There are thousands of people in this ghost market.

He turned out to be the most unlucky person?

I saw the little Taoist priest in front of him standing in front of a divination booth, and there were two banners on both sides of the divination booth.

On the right is written: Heaven and earth are not as good as mine.

On the left is written: If you want to have a child, you can come to me.

Hengpi: The trail is omnipotent.

Seeing this, Henry Zhang has basically concluded that this guy is a liar.

No true Taoist would write such a banner.

Henry Zhang shook his head, and didn’t want to talk to him anymore.

But at this moment, above Henry Zhang’s head, there was a sudden noise.

Henry Zhang looked up.

Only three feet away from him, a tile suddenly fell from the eaves and hit him on the head.

Henry Zhang frowned, and when he was about to use Xuanyang Qi to smash the tiles, who would have thought that the little Taoist priest next to him would come directly to him in a flash.

Stretching out his hand, he abruptly caught the tiles falling from the eaves.

"Look, benefactor, what Pindao said is not bad, right? I just opened my mouth, and this natural disaster has already appeared. Fortunately, I met Pindao, otherwise it would be bloody."

The little Taoist priest threw the tiles aside, shook his hands without leaving a trace, and moved around a little.

Apparently the tile still hurts when it hits my hand.

Henry Zhang frowned, and just before the tiles fell, he felt a wave of Xuanyang energy.

The sudden drop of the tile should be the trick of this guy.

Henry Zhang shook his head.

"It's just a coincidence."

After speaking, he continued to walk forward.

But at this time, the mutation happened again, and Henry Zhang felt a wave of Xuanyang Qi again.

An old-fashioned telephone pole made of wood next to it suddenly made a crisp sound, and then suddenly broke and hit Henry Zhang.

Henry Zhang was preparing to dodge.

But at this moment, the little Taoist priest appeared in front of Henry Zhang again, and stretched out his right hand, as if he was going to help Henry Zhang stop him.

The little Taoist priest stretched out his big hand and stood firmly in front of Henry Zhang, his eyes showing warmth, as if saying to Henry Zhang:

It's okay, I'm here, don't be afraid!
The tiles just now and the electric poles are obviously made by this guy.

But he still has the look of righteousness, saving the suffering.

Henry Zhang's eyes flashed, and with a traceless movement of his hand, a bit of Xuanyang's energy shot out and hit the wooden telephone pole, slightly deviating from the falling trajectory of the telephone pole.

The little Taoist didn’t seem to notice, and kept staring at Henry Zhang firmly, as if he wanted to influence Henry Zhang.

"boom!"

The wooden telegraph pole slipped from the little Taoist priest's hand, hit the little Taoist priest hard on the head, and then slid down on the shoulder.

"Oh, shit!"

The little Taoist felt a sharp pain in his head and shoulders, he hurriedly covered his head, let out a cry of pain, and angrily pushed the electric pole off his shoulders.

"Hey, what's the matter, Daoist? How did this electric pole hit you!"

Henry Zhang hurried over to help the little Taoist priest.

While covering his head, the little Taoist pushed Henry Zhang away.

"No problem, no problem!"

"Benefactor, you see that Pindao is willing to sacrifice himself to resolve your disaster!"

Henry Zhang laughed dumbly, but he didn’t expose it.

He also wanted to see what this guy was trying to do to keep him here!
Henry Zhang deliberately pretended to be frightened.

"Oh, this is really true. I am so grateful to the Taoist priest. I don't know what happened. Why did the tiles and the electric pole suddenly fall down and almost hurt people? It's really terrible. I What should I do?"

The little Taoist looked at Henry Zhang and believed, a flash of complacency flashed in his eyes, rubbed the big bump on his forehead, and pretended to be profound again.

"Ahem, benefactor, don't panic. I travel around the world with the mission of saving the people in the world. My whereabouts are erratic. Since you met me here, it means you are blessed."

"Come, come, sit down here, let Pindao look at the palm prints for you, and see if there is any solution."

As he said that, the little Taoist priest took out a small Mazha and handed it to Henry Zhang.

After Henry Zhang sat down, the little Taoist motioned Henry Zhang to stretch out his hand.

I want to show Henry Zhang a palmistry.

Henry Zhang stretched out his right hand.

"Ahem, the benefactor's day is yang, the moon is yin, men are yang, women are yin, so men are on the left and women are on the right. A man's left hand represents himself, and his right hand represents his spouse. Donor, you should extend your left hand."

Henry Zhang nodded, it seems that this guy is not completely a liar, and he still knows some simple foundations.

So Henry Zhang stretched out his left hand to see how he would explain it.

"Look at the appearance of the benefactor, because I seldom look at the face. It is inevitable to encounter some setbacks in life, but as long as you meet me, you can turn the bad luck into good fortune, so the benefactor doesn't have to worry too much."

"Now Pindao will use your palmistry to help you push back your fate."

"Of course, you also know that fortune-telling and fortune-telling is to spy on the secrets of heaven, so the ultimate life of a fortune-teller is no more than three thousand signs. If you think it will be useful to you later, just give some divination money. "

"Of course, in principle, you can do as much as you like, but Pindao also reminds me by the way."

"If the benefactor gives too little hexagram gold, it will not be able to suppress the cause and effect, and it will suffer backlash. Like the benefactor's background is rich and noble, the same type usually gives two to thirty thousand, which is about the same."

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Henry Zhang's lips.

This guy has laid so much groundwork just for the last sentence.

However, Henry Zhang did not reveal it.

"That's natural. As long as the master can resolve the crisis, money is not a problem."

Speaking of Henry Zhang, he put the car keys on the hexagram table.

The little Taoist priest on the opposite side saw Henry Zhang being so good, and couldn't help but praise him.

The little Taoist was in an extremely happy mood, and took Henry Zhang’s left hand.

As soon as I started, my face turned pale with shock!

"How is this possible! Why does the donor have such a palmistry!"

Henry Zhang frowned and asked.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this palmistry? Is it because the evil is hopeless?"

The little Taoist stared at Henry Zhang's palmistry with a shocked expression.

"No, no, this palmistry is really rare in the world!"

"Look, the vertical line directly below your ring finger is the line of wealth luck. If you have this line, it means that you are destined to bring wealth. If you are seeking wealth from business, the wealth must be like flowing water, continuous, on the little finger The appearance of the Mercury mound below indicates that you will receive unexpected wealth or windfall."

(End of this chapter)