The Amazing Son-in-Law [The Charismatic Charlie Wade]

Chapter: 2630

This kind of big fairy does the most work to exorcise evil spirits to the children.
Old people are superstitious that children will be frightened when they see unclean things, and then cry non-stop, so they look for Daxian’er.
Generally speaking, young people who do not believe in such things, including some old intellectuals, are also dismissive of such things.
He Yuanjiang originally did the same.
He has been abroad for so many years, if he said that he has never built superstitious things, but today his right eye kept beating, and his daughter followed the Syrian government forces in military operations. He was really uneasy, so he suddenly moved. One hexagram of mind.
So, he said to Ye Chen: “Ye Chen, if you have something to do, please go ahead and take a look over there.”
Ye Chen saw that the direction he was pointing to was the fortune-telling booth, so he asked: “Uncle He, are you going to find someone to do the calculation?”
He Yuanjiang nodded and sighed: “Hey, I now know why everyone has religious beliefs. It must be at a time when I am so helpless. I really don’t know what to do, so I can only pin my hopes on Religious belief, or feudal superstition, is mainly for psychological comfort.”
Ye Chen smiled slightly and said: “Anyway, I don’t have anything important, so I will accompany you.”
He Yuanjiang didn’t think too much, nodded, and went to the fortune-telling booth with Ye Chen.
At this moment, sitting in front of the fortune-telling booth was an old man with dark skin, gray hair and beard, and a little lean.
This old man looked like he was about 70 or 80 years old, sitting alone in front of the stall, wiping the beard on his chin without hesitation, with a somewhat immortal aura.
He Yuanjiang came to him and still didn’t say anything. The old man asked him: “Does this gentleman want to ask about good or bad?”
He Yuanjiang nodded and said, “I want to ask for my daughter to see if she is safe.”
The old man hummed, pushed a bamboo tube full of bamboo sticks, and said, “Come on, thinking of your daughter in my heart, then shake one to sign it out.”
He Yuanjiang hurriedly did it, thinking of his daughter in his heart, while shaking the bamboo tube, dozens of bamboo sticks in the bucket continued to poke out with him, until one of them fell out of the bucket first.
He Yuanjiang opened his eyes, quickly picked up the bamboo sticks, looked down at the words on it, and said, “I heard that tonight is Shangyuan, and the silver lamp is shining forever; there is a gust of wind and rain for no reason, and the Wanjia lamp turns off. String…what does this mean?”
The old man smiled slightly and said unpredictably: “This is the 32nd lottery signed by Che Gongling. If you need to cancel the signing, please feel free to pay 500 yuan.
When Ye Chen heard this, he concluded that the old man was a liar.
Asking for fortune-telling is a Taoist philosophy. As for randomness or blessing, this is the Buddhist saying.
It is impossible for a Daoist disciple to say words like joy and blessing. This feeling is like a monk saying that he can go to heaven to see God after donating money. The logic itself is problematic.
However, He Yuanjiang did not know this.
He heard the other party say that it would cost five hundred yuan, so he took out his phone without any hesitation, and asked, “Can I scan the QR code to pay?”
The old man took out a receipt code that had been printed a long time ago, and smiled: “Come on, scan this, WeChat Alipay can do it.”
He Yuanjiang hurried to scan the QR code to pay. Ye Chen wanted to stop him, but after another thought, he was like an ant on a hot pot, and he couldn’t stop him, so he said nothing, just watching the changes.
Soon, He Yuanjiang’s payment was completed, and the elder’s pocket heard a “WeChat payment of five hundred yuan” prompt. He smiled with satisfaction and said: “Your signature is for this sign. I heard that tonight is Shangyuan. , The silver lantern and the fire tree shine forever; there was a gust of wind and rain for no reason, and the Wanjia lantern turned off the orchestra. The meaning was very simple. There was a violent storm, the lights of thousands of houses were blown out, and the original festivals of blowing, playing and singing disappeared.”
Speaking of this, he sighed and said: “This is really the most unlucky one. The lottery is drawn. No matter what you want to ask, you can sum it up in four words.”
In a hurry, He Yuanjiang asked, “Which four words?!”
The old man shook his head and sighed, “‘All things are not good’!”

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