No trace of espionage

Chapter 653
Lin Chuang was really hungry, he even ate two baskets of buns, and as soon as he wiped his mouth, Liu Ermeng came back.

It took less than 10 minutes to come and go, and Liu Ermeng's actions could not be described as unpleasant.

"Here?" Lin Chuang asked in surprise when he saw that he was carrying a bundle in his hand.

"Yeah." Liu Ermeng nodded and raised his burden: "Money."

It's just bought with money.

This kid is very versatile.

"Boss, come three more cages." Lin Chuang greeted the boss to serve the buns.

Liu Ermeng opened his mouth wide, mouthful one at a time, and the three-cage buns were eaten in less than 5 minutes.

"Are you full?"

"Ah."

"Then let's go."

……

When the two went to a secluded place, Lin Chuang opened the bag and took a look. What kind of Taoist robes were there? It was full of divination tools.

A piece of red cloth with a picture of the Eight Diagrams, a stick, a horse tie, a bag, and a long banner. On the banner cloth are written the words "The iron mouth is straight and broken".

In addition, there is a black robe, two white stockings, a pair of black cloth shoes, a black felt hat with melon skin, and a pair of round sunglasses.

After Lin Chuang saw it, he realized that the object of Liu Ermeng's "money throwing" was not a Taoist, but a real fortune teller.

He brought all the things he was wearing, so the fortune teller had to go back naked?How much did it cost?
"How much did it cost?" Lin Chuang asked.

"Ten dollars."

"Ten yuan? Fortune tellers are really cheap!"

……

After Lin Chuang changed his clothes, Liu Ermeng saw that he was just like a fortune teller, except that there were no three locks of goatee under his chin, and there was no flaw at all.

"Mr. is really amazing. You can pretend to be a human, and you can pretend to be a ghost. You can pretend to be anything." Er Meng praised in his heart.

"Have you remembered everything I told you?" Lin Chuang asked.

"En." Liu Ermeng wrapped Lin Chuang's changed clothes in a bag and carried them on his back.

Seeing Lin Chuang's question, he nodded hurriedly.

"Let's go, Shanren is going to do fortune-telling!"

……

Lin Chuang went straight to the north entrance of Baihua Lane alone.

"Fate is unpredictable, and there are changes in Kunpeng! Ancestral handicrafts, straight-forward, fortune, marriage, one calculation is accurate, no money is not allowed!"

Lin Chuang walked to the entrance of the alley, saw several spies looking at him, and shouted loudly.

His yelling is particular.

"Fate is unpredictable, and Kunpeng changes." This sentence evolved from Du Fu's poem "Below the City of Yueyang".

The original poem is "Tunan is unpredictable, and there are changes in Kunpeng". In order to fit the identity, "Tunan" was changed to "fate".

The focus of this poem is still on the word "Kunpeng".

Lu Ze's codename is "Kunpeng".

Of course, this yelling can only fool these people. If he meets a cultural person, he dare not fool him.

……

While yelling, he looked at the spies.

It looks like they want to earn their money, hoping someone will pick up on them.

The spies didn't respond at first, but Lin Chuang yelled twice, and the spies curled their lips and sneered, obviously they didn't believe it, or they didn't want the fortune teller to make money.

Seeing this, Lin Chuang was secretly happy, and turned into the alley while yelling.

"Hey, fortune teller, come here." A fat man shouted.

"I knew you wouldn't let strangers in." Lin Chuang said in his heart.

"Mister, do you want to tell your fortune?" Lin Chuang asked eagerly as he hurried over while thinking.

"Is your hexagram accurate? Don't be a lie?" the fat man asked.

"It's written on the flag, no money is not allowed, if I don't count correctly, you will smash my flag." Lin Chuang said confidently.

"How much is a hexagram?" the fat man asked.

"One piece." Lin Chuang said.

"It's too expensive," said the fat man.

"You can say how expensive it is. My fortune-telling is different from others. Not only can it be calculated, but it can also be solved. If you can solve your bad luck, make you rich and rich in the future, and everything goes well, is a dollar still expensive? ?” Lin Chuang said.

"Hey, you can really talk." The fat man said.

"Sir, is it a fortune teller?" Lin Chuang asked.

The fat man rolled his eyes, pointed to a thin man behind him, and said to Lin Chuang: "Then you do the math for him."

Hearing that, the thin man leaned forward with a smile on his face.

"Okay. It hasn't opened yet today, so this hexagram is a gift." Lin Chuang glanced at the man, saw that the skinny man had no flesh on his cheeks, shrugged and smiled, and knew at a glance that he was a bitch.

Counting this kind of person is accurate.

Lin Chuang took out the Mazha, laid out the Eight Diagrams, pressed a corner with a stick, and put the purse and flag by the wall, and it was done.

"Tell me about your birthday." Lin Chuang said solemnly.

"I was born on the fifteenth day of the seventh month in the fifth year of the Republic of China. As you said, you don't need money." The skinny man added another sentence after talking about his birthday.

"What the hell, you don't even care about a dollar, how can your fucking life be better?" Lin Chuang sneered secretly.

"Of course, Shanren keeps his word. Besides, Shanren can't bear to withdraw money from you." Lin Chuang said.

"What do you mean?" The thin man asked a little displeased when he heard this.

"Your life is far worse than that gentleman." Lin Chuang pointed to the fat man and said.

The thin man and the fat man looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.

When Lin Chuang saw it, he felt more confident.

Lin Chuang closed his eyes, counted with his fingers, and muttered: "Am you coaxing you, coaxing you to death. Am you coaxing you, coaxing you to death...".

The voice is very low, and others can hear it but can't hear it clearly. They just think this word is very mysterious.

"Well, it seems that this fortune teller is a bit wise." The fat man thought to himself.

After a while, Lin Shengun opened his eyes and opened his eyes!
"You were born in the fifth year of the Republic of China. You are a snake, with a life of fire, and you are a lamp head fire." Lin Chuang said.

"Yes, yes, yes!" The thin man nodded repeatedly.

Lin Chuang wanted to laugh: "Aren't you sure? This is obvious, and it's not calculated."

The fat man is much smarter than the thin man, so he slapped him on the head: "Stop talking!"

"Hey."

The thin man nodded.

"The light from the lamp head is not bright, so people who are born on Ghost Festival will be less healthy." Lin Chuang read a jingle, and then wrote two words: "Fu Bo."

When the thin man heard this, his face turned green.

"No, no, you are not right." The fat man said, "He is..."

"Don't talk." Lin Chuang stopped what he said next, with a confident look, he read the jingle again: "The official seal is mixed, everything is fierce, and all kinds of skills are supernatural. Learn all walks of life, master everything. loose."

After reading this sentence, Lin Chuang looked at the thin man, and saw that he was dressed in short clothes and looked like an idle man.

Only the back is bulging, it should be a pistol.

Lin Chuang glanced left and right, and muttered: "It's strange, it's strange."

The thin man looked a little hairy: "Hey, let me say, what's so strange?"

"Judging from the hexagrams, although you are well-versed in everything, you shouldn't be dressed like this. You should be an official, and you should be on a salary." Lin Chuang said.

"allow!"

(End of this chapter)