The master said not to judge people by their appearance

"Benefactor, please stop!"

Shen Fan looked around and saw that there were no other pedestrians nearby, so he confirmed that the voice was calling him.

He turned his head and saw a man with a long beard and robes, dressed as a Taoist priest.The Taoist priest set up a stall on the side of the street, and beside it stood a white banner with the words "Ask for divination and divination, fortune-telling and fortune-telling".

This is a fortune teller.

The fortune teller saw that there was no disdain on Shen Fan's face, but a trace of curiosity on the contrary, he knew that the other party had bitten the bait. He showed an inscrutable smile, stroked his long beard and said: "The impoverished Daoist Lingbao real person can be regarded as the emperor's innate talent." Counting, knowing the high and low of life and death, benefactor, I see your heavenly court is full, your brows are radiant, and you will be the master of the universe. However..."

Daoist Lingbao frowned slightly, as if he was very worried: "At this moment, the benefactor has a slight sense of inappropriateness, which is floating in the heavenly court, and the light of seeking help is spreading across the jade sea, fearing that something will happen."

After finishing speaking, he paused for a moment, wanting to use Shen Fan's reaction to decide the next step.Those who are sincere and frightened will blackmail them severely, and those who are half-believing will continue to be unpredictable, and a few more rounds of talking skills will not help the fat sheep not to pay.

Shen Fan's reaction was neither of the two, he didn't panic because of the so-called ominous omen, and he didn't express any doubts about the words of Master Lingbao. He still had such a pure curiosity on his face, he walked to the fortune-telling booth, I wanted to sit down on the small bamboo stool and chat with Master Lingbao, but my movements stopped suddenly.

Immortal Lingbao knew that the matter was half done when he saw Shen Fan approaching, but when he was secretly happy, he saw that Shen Fan refused to sit down. He glanced at the small bamboo stool with a mud shoe print on it in front of the booth, and realized What's up.

"I don't know which kid stepped on it when he was messing around, benefactor, please sit down." Master Lingbao wiped it with his sleeve.

Shen Fan glanced at the unwiped mud in the gap of the bamboo stool, but still refused to sit.

Master Lingbao thought about it for a while, and took out a roll of white cloth from under the stall, tore off three feet from the top, and said, "I have a clean white cloth here, benefactor, use it as a cushion."

This is what he just bought today to make new clothes, and it cost him a whole penny. It is a pity to tear off such a good piece of cloth and use it as a stool, but anyway, this fat sheep will definitely pay for it. If you give him more money, he doesn't care about the little money.

After the clean white cloth was spread, Shen Fan finally sat down, and he got straight to the point: "Do you know fortune-telling?"

"Naturally." Master Lingbao laughed, "Knowing life and death, knowing the cause, and knowing the cause, if the poor guess is right, the benefactor is not from the capital, right?"

"Well, I just arrived in Beijing today." Shen Fan replied honestly, and then asked, "What kind of unsuitable aura are you talking about?"

"It is opposite to the auspicious purple air, which symbolizes the ominous and calamity air. If this black air appears between the eyebrows of ordinary people, it will be as short as three days, or as late as half a month, and there will be a bloody disaster." Daoist Lingbao threatened.

"Oh." Shen Fan's reaction to this was flat, and he didn't care about the bloody disaster. His focus was on the other side, "Black Qi? Is this similar to demonic Qi?"

What is magic energy?It was Lingbao's turn to be full of question marks, but he was very professional, even if he didn't understand, he pretended to be inscrutable, and nodded ambiguously.

"You know the demon energy, so do you know where the demon is?" Shen Fan asked.

Real Lingbao: "???"

What is the demon?

"Inner demons are at ease in people's hearts." Daoist Lingbao babbled nonsense, seeing that Shen Fan was about to ask another question, he interrupted in time, he didn't come here to talk about demons with this kid, he came to cheat money!

"Benefactor, if you don't break this black energy, you may be in danger of your life."

"Oh, how do we crack it?" Shen Fan subconsciously answered after being interrupted.

The topic finally returned to the right track, Lingbao Daoist was very pleased, he gestured to Shen Fan.

Shen Fan blinked innocently and innocently, but didn't understand.

Master Lingbao had no choice but to change his approach. He pointed to the signboard next to his booth. In addition to the eight words "Ask for divination and divination, fortune-telling, fortune-telling", there is also a line of small characters on it: One tael of silver, no money if it doesn't work.

Shen Fan understood it this time, but he still said with that innocent look: "I don't have money."

Master Lingbao's expression changed suddenly, and he dared not say anything: "You have no money?!"

"That's right." Shen Fan shook his empty sleeves, indicating that he really had no money.

Master Lingbao was furious: "What do you want to do if you don't have money?! Just stay aside!"

Daoist Lingbao cursed bad luck in his heart, he actually misread it, he thought this kid was either rich or noble, but who would have expected him to be a penniless poor ghost.

But it's not his fault, it's because Shen Fan's appearance is very deceiving, his white clothes are like snow, his eyebrows are like ink painting, standing there, he becomes a landscape painting with profound artistic conception.

There used to be a famous oiran in Beijing who moved the capital. She was beautiful and beautiful, and attracted thousands of people during the parade. Lingbao Daoist was also lucky to see her face at that time, and he sighed that there is nothing more beautiful than this.

But this kind of beauty is the beauty of the mortal world even if it is beautiful to the extreme. When I see Shen Fan today, I know that there is another kind of beauty that is the moon in the mountains, the fairy in the sky, gentle and elegant, extraordinary and refined.

It's a pity that he is a man, so while admiring the beauty, Master Lingbao didn't have any other bad intentions, he just wanted to get some wool from this fat sheep.

Ordinary families can't raise such a beauty. Whether Shen Fan's appearance or demeanor, it shows his origin, he must come from some noble family, but his expression is still simple and ignorant, looking around all the way, as if he just Leaving home, not deeply involved in the world, I will be curious about ordinary vendors hawking on the street.

It's easy to deceive at first glance.

That's why the real Lingbao called him to stop him, but he didn't expect that the boat capsized in the gutter, he didn't get any money, but he lost a piece of cloth.

Daoist Lingbao blew his beard and stared angrily, he was annoyed for a long time before he recovered, and when he looked back, he found that Shen Fan hadn't left, but was sticking beside him instead.

"Why are you holding back?" Daoist Lingbao stared.

"Huh?" Shen Fan looked at him innocently, "Didn't you let me stay aside?"

Daoist Lingbao choked, thinking that this kid must not be a fool.Forget it, forget it, what are you fussing about with a fool, he's just passed his temper, and he doesn't bother to scold people at the moment, he just waved his hand in disgust: "Go, go, go wherever you want, don't be an eyesore in front of me."

Shen Fan let out an "oh", but didn't leave. He had already made a general inspection, and the stalls on this street were almost occupied by vendors of all sizes, and there was still a little space here, so he stepped forward and said: "Lend me your pen."

What do you want a pen for?Daoist Lingbao's heart suddenly moved. He still felt that he would not be mistaken. Shen Fan's appearance did not look like that of a poor family. He had observed Shen Fan's hands, and they were whiter and softer than women's, even with a thin layer of calluses. None, it doesn't look like hard work at first sight, although he does have no money, but it doesn't mean there is no money at home.

While thinking, he handed over the pen and asked, "Are you going to write a letter and ask your family to send you money?"

Shen Fan shook his head and didn't answer, he just spread the white cloth that was just used to cushion the stool on the floor, and picked up a pen to write on it.

The owner of this cloth is Lingbao Daoist, even if he tore it off and couldn't make new clothes, he didn't intend to give it to Shen Fan, but at this moment he thought that this kid might be able to get money from his family, so he didn't stop him.

"What do you do at home? And what do you do?" Daoist Lingbao asked again, stretching his neck to look around, trying to see what Shen Fan wrote, but his sight was blocked.

Shen Fan still didn't answer. Halfway through writing, he raised his head and glanced at the booth of Lingbao Daoist, as if he was making a reference. Finally, he finished writing, took a few steps back, and looked at it with satisfaction.The real Lingbao was also able to see the handwriting written on the white cloth: subduing demons, exorcising evil spirits and avoiding misfortune, one tael of silver, no money if it doesn't work.

Wow, it's a colleague!

Daoist Lingbao understood, what kind of fool, there is only one fool here, and that is himself, this kid is obviously pretending to be stupid to make fun of himself!

All innocence is fake, who in their line of work is not old and cunning, how can they bluff people into paying money if they don't have the ability to talk about people?

It's all right for Shen Fan to bluff him around, but at this moment he is blatantly copying his signboard, and even set up a stall directly next to him, the bitter master.

It's unreasonable to put your nose on your face!

Real Lingbao was so annoyed that he wanted to beat him up, but after weighing things up, he didn't do it.Shen Fan looks quite quiet, he doesn't look like a martial arts practitioner, but he is not, he has old arms and legs, and it is easy to suffer from such a young man.

In terms of force, he can't compare, but in terms of wisdom, he has already lost a round, and if he continues to entangle, he may not be able to please him.Fortunately, Shen Fan's signature is the hexagram of subduing demons and subduing demons, which doesn't quite coincide with his fortune teller, so he can barely bear it.

Thinking of this, Master Lingbao suppressed the anger in his heart, decided to stop the loss in time, and did not pursue the piece of cloth that was taken away by Shen Fanqiang, and just turned his face away, pretending that Shen Fan did not exist.

After Shen Fan finished writing the signboard, he sat cross-legged on the place where the white cloth was not written. He was dressed in white and walked to the ground, quietly guarding his humble stall, not embarrassed by the shabbyness. The ordinary white cloth on the ground On the contrary, his out-of-the-world temperament set off a sense of holiness, like the lotus platform where the gods and Buddhas sit.

His eyes fell on the passers-by on the street, still as innocent and curious as before, as if he was observing this strange town.But when he looked carefully, he found that his sight didn't have a specific landing point, just like floating clouds and falling flowers.

He watches others, and others watch him.It is now Si Shi, the morning market has passed, there are not many pedestrians on the street, but occasionally passers-by will inevitably cast a glance at Shen Fan.

Magic sticks are not uncommon. In such a large market, small merchants and vendors selling groceries accounted for half, and magic sticks accounted for the other half.

It is no secret that today's holy majesty is obsessed with Taoism. In order to win the sacred heart, the courtiers recruited folk alchemists and kept them at home. All the officials have to be respectful when they see it.Making up a few nonsense and playing a few tricks can make you rich and prosperous, who is willing to farm and do business honestly?

As a result, magic stick warlocks sprung up in Beijing like mushrooms after a spring rain, each with their own magical powers, and their origins were getting bigger and bigger. At first, they only said that they were the hermit masters of a certain faction, and later they said that they were the descendants of Xingjun , and later the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother moved out.

Someone said with a smile: "If you throw a brick into the city, more than half of the people you hit will be immortals!"

Of course, there are so many gods, only a small number of them are good at it, and most of them are like the real Lingbao, who can only set up stalls on the street and cheat a little money.

However, although these swindlers speak eloquently and have different sects, they all dress up similarly. They are all Taoist priests, long bearded, and immortal old men. Shen Fan is so young and looks so brilliant, like a The figure of the son of the family is mixed with a group of old men, which is particularly eye-catching.

But everyone looked back, but no one stepped forward until a young woman passed by on the street.

This is probably a young lady from some family. Her clothes and jewelry are not vulgar, and there is a little maid behind her. It stands to reason that she has no worries about food and clothing, and she shouldn't worry about livelihood like ordinary people, but there is a faint worry on her brows, as if she is harboring What is difficult to understand.

Daoist Lingbao can tell at a glance, what else can he have on his mind?Naturally, it's a girl's mind!This kind of rich girl who is trapped by love is the most easy to deceive, so she immediately shouted, slightly modified the words she said to Shen Fan before, and said it again.

The woman didn't pay attention to the side of the road at first, but when she heard the mysterious words, she turned her head and saw that it was a Taoist fortune teller, her heart moved, she was about to step forward to ask about the marriage, but she suddenly noticed Shen Fan who was beside her.

The moment he saw Shen Fan's appearance, his body reacted faster than his brain, and he turned abruptly towards the booth of Taoist Lingbao, ignoring Shen Fan's unsuitable business "subduing demons and subduing demons" "The signboard covered his face with a fan, with a shy look on his face, he said timidly: "My lord, can you help me calculate the marriage?"

After saying that, she winked at the servant girl, who took out a silver ingot from her purse and handed it to Shen Fan. Taoist Lingbao looked at it with red eyes, the silver ingot weighed a full twelve!

He is exposed to the wind and the sun every day, and he may not be able to open a business once a day. This little white face has just come here, and he has encountered such a good thing!

Master Lingbao was so jealous that he wanted to grab the money directly, but Shen Fan refused to take it. He said honestly: "I don't know how to count marriage."

The woman was startled, she obviously didn't expect Shen Fan to be so honest.

Most magic stick magicians on the street are liars, and she has also heard from her family that these liars can talk about hype with a clever mouth even if they don't know anything, and there is no one like Shen Fan who candidly say no.

She asked again: "What will the young master do?"

Shen Fan pointed to the handwriting on the white cloth, the woman looked down, it was a pity, her family was rich and safe, and there were no evil spirits, so it couldn't match Shen Fan's business.

She talked to Shen Fan for a few more words, asked about his hometown and origin, and then left.Although she was reluctant to let go of Shen Fan's appearance and never forgot it, but she was a woman after all, so it was not good to get too entangled with such a young strange man on the street.

The rich lady left, taking with her the unspent ten taels of silver.

Daoist Lingbao saw his heart ache, as if someone had taken ten taels of silver from his pocket, the pain was so painful that he was about to vomit blood!

Shen Fan didn't care at all, he was indifferent like a fairy.

But he doesn't care about money, but whether he has received business or not.It was getting late, Shen Fan looked at the sunset in the sky and frowned slightly. At the end of the day, he didn't receive any serious business except for the young women who ignored his signboard to ask about marriage from time to time. Whether this method of waiting for a rabbit to find is effective.

When the curtain drum sounded, the vendors closed their stalls, and when Shen Fan was about to get up and leave, Lingbao Daoist suddenly stopped him, his tone changed from his previous distaste, and he was kind and friendly, as if he was sincerely offering advice for Shen Fan: " Friends, you want to find a job to catch monsters, right, can you listen to me?"

Shen Fan looked at him for a while before saying, "Say it."

"That's right, you've also seen that most of the people who come and go on this street are ordinary people, and there are no evil things. If you want to subdue demons, you have to change places." Lingbao Daoist pointed in the direction, "Then Tiaoxuanmen Street is full of high-ranking officials and dignitaries, rich people have a lot of dirty things, and they are easy to mess with unclean things, you should go there tomorrow and you should be able to receive business."

"Okay, I'll go and have a look tomorrow." Shen Fan agreed simply and seriously, as if he had no doubts about Lingbao's sudden change of attitude.

After speaking, he turned and left.

Master Lingbao looked at his back and heaved a sigh of relief. When Shen Fan watched him just now, he almost thought that his little thoughts had been seen through.

Would he be so kind as to show the other party the way?How can it be!

Shen Fan didn't receive any business today, neither did the real Lingbao. Shen Fan was like a light source in the dark, and people would notice him at a glance. Unfortunately, the real Lingbao next to Shen Fan belonged to the blind spot next to the light source. , seems to be an invisible person.

Never let this kid sit next to him again!

So Master Lingbao had a plan. The street he was referring to was full of dignitaries, and it was true that he might receive business. But at the same time, there lived an evil god, the famous Xuanwuhou. Xie Yunlan.

Their Great Xia Dynasty has not been peaceful these years. The Yuanrong people have repeatedly invaded. At the most critical time, they even smashed the seven cities of Bianjun County. After breaking into the Yuanrong Imperial City, the Yuanrong people were forced to offer countless treasures to sue for peace.

Jianwu Emperor Longxin was very happy. When Xie Yunlan returned from a great victory at the beginning of this year, he was named Xuanwuhou. At this time, Xie Yunlan was only 24 years old.

The young hero is famous all over the world, and what is as famous as his military achievements is his attitude towards quack warlocks, which is completely opposite to that of Emperor Jianwu. Xie Yunlan does not believe in ghosts and gods, and hates these magic sticks and liars the most. He is not yet 15 years old. When he was in the army, he used to break his ribs by kicking the magic sticks on the street. Now that he has killed countless enemies on the battlefield, he is full of evil spirits. Let alone these magic sticks in Beijing shake him in front of his eyes, even his family is in front of him. I dare not go to that street.

Now that Shen Fan has been deceived by him, if he does not die, he will have to break a few bones.

Thinking of Shen Fan's miserable situation tomorrow, Lingbao Daoist felt very relieved, and thinking of the joy, he couldn't help laughing triumphantly.

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