I Yang Guo vowed to keep my arms

Chapter 63
On the bank of a river on the outskirts of Sanmen Town, an old man with white hair was fishing in the river with a bamboo pole in hand.

A fish has been hooked!

The fishing rod in his hand was obviously not moving, but the old man took the fishing rod out of the water, and the fishing rod was naturally empty.

But Yang Guo followed Tong Penghai to the old man.

"Mr. Mo, I'm here again!" Tong Penghai was very respectful to the old man.

"Well! What are you going to do this time?" Mr. Mo nodded and asked.

"I don't count this time, I want to give this little Taoist priest my last chance!" Tong Penghai pointed to Yang Guo beside him and replied.

"Little Taoist priest? Okay, little Taoist priest, what are you?" Mr. Mo made some calculations with his fingers, and agreed to the request.

"Senior Tong, is he the chance you mentioned? Is he a fortune teller?" Yang Guo never thought that the person Tong Penghai mentioned was a fortune teller.

Moreover, what the other party said just now made Yang Guo a little dissatisfied. Yang Guo thought he was a charlatan, so he didn't talk to the other party.

"That's right, Mr. Mo's calculations are quite accurate! I met you in Nanshan Town under Mr. Mo's guidance!" Tong Penghai explained, and he also highly respected Mr. Mo.

"Senior Tong, did you come to him for fortune-telling?" Yang Guo asked again.

Tong Penghai: "Well, this time I'm not sure enough in the competition with my senior brother, so I want to ask Mr. Mo to do the math for me! But I just met you little Taoist priest, so I have to let you this chance!"

"Mr. Tong, we have agreed before, you build me a piece of equipment for this old man, I will give you three times, and you have the last one left, are you sure you want to give it to him this time?" Seeing Yang Guo ignoring himself, Mo Mo The gentleman looked at Tong Penghai again.

"Yes, I owe this little master!" Tong Penghai said affirmatively.

"Little Taoist priest, what are you?" Yang Guo was not very polite before, Mr. Mo glanced at Yang Guo and asked again.

"Old man, what are you?" Yang Guo also asked.

"Little Taoist priest, Mr. Mo can calculate anything, such as your recent fortune! Fortune, future, etc.!" Tong Penghai next to him explained.

"I'm a Taoist priest, what am I supposed to do? Senior Tong, this time you can leave the fortune-telling to yourself!" Yang Guo rejected Tong Penghai, and wanted to see how the so-called Mr. Mo lied.

"Since you don't need it, little master, then this time I'll just do it myself!"

"Mr. Mo, please calculate for me the result of this competition between me and my senior brother. Will I lose or will I win?"

Tong Penghai asked Mr. Mo in front of him.

"plz follow me!"

Mr. Mo put away the bamboo pole, led Yang Guo and the two towards the side path.

After a while, several people came to a bamboo house.

"Grandpa, you are back!"

"Hey, there are two more guests today?"

A seven or eight year old child ran out of the bamboo house, staring at Yang Guo and the two with wide eyes.

"You two, please sit down!"

"Xiaoshan! Make tea for the two guests!"

Mr. Mo stood in front of a wooden table and invited the two to sit down, and gave instructions to the seven or eight-year-old child.

"Oh!"

The child turned around and walked towards the bamboo house.After Mr. Mo greeted him, he also walked towards the bamboo house.

"Senior Tong, this is a fortune teller! How can you believe it!"

After Mr. Mo returned to the room, Yang Guo glanced at Tong Penghai and sat down.Before, Mr. Mo was by the side, so it was not easy for him to ask.

Tong Penghai: "Little master, Mr. Mo does have two brushes, so don't say such things again!"

Yang Guo turned his head to look at the bamboo house, still not convinced.

"Two guests, please drink tea!"

The child who had just returned to the room came to the table with two cups of tea and put the tea beside them.

"You two, it's been a long wait!"

"Mr. Tong, let's start!"

Mr. Mo also came out, came to the two of them with a gossip box in his hand, and handed the gossip box to Tong Penghai.

"it is good!"

Tong Penghai took the gossip box from Mr. Mo's hand and shook it sincerely.

Yang Guo took a sip of the tea on the table.

After a while, seven copper plates fell out of the gossip box in Tong Penghai's hand.

"Mr. Mo, how is it? What do you say about the hexagram?" Looking at the seven copper coins that fell out, Tong Penghai asked.

Mr. Mo looked at it for a while, and then pinched his fingers to make up his mind.

"This hexagram is the hexagram of impermanence, and the image of the hexagram is neither black nor white. Compared with Mr. Tong's duel with your senior brother this time, it is also very dangerous. As for the result...! There are winners and losers in this result!" After the calculation, Mr. Mo stopped Finger movements explained.

"Win or lose? Then do I lose or win!" Tong Penghai was quite puzzled.

"Win or lose, I think he's just lying to you!" Yang Guo was quite dissatisfied with Mr. Mo's words.

"Little Taoist priest, you can eat things indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense! If you don't believe me, there will be a result after they fight!" Mr. Mo was very dissatisfied with Yang Guo's questioning.

"This is losing and winning at the same time! If you forget it, it means you didn't calculate it! Don't let people say it?" Yang Guo said again.

"Little master! I believe that what Mr. Mo said must have his truth! Little master, don't make things difficult for Mr. Mo!" Tong Penghai spoke for Mr. Mo again.

Yang Guo: "Okay! Since Senior Tong believes in Mr. Mo so much, I have nothing to say!"

"Little Taoist, a few months ago, I watched the sky at night, and the Southern Dipper suddenly moved, disappeared in the sky for a while, and then returned to its original position, and then a meteor fell from the sky, pointing to Zhongnan Mountain!" Seeing that Yang Guo still didn't believe it, Mr. Mo looked at Yang Guo and said again.

Hearing Mr. Mo's words, Yang Guo was startled, could this Mr. Mo still figure out my origin?

"Okay, since you can do the math, can you do the math for me?" Yang Guo asked after thinking about it.

"Ha ha!"

Mr. Mo smiled, but did not speak.

"Little master, Mr. Mo never makes a move easily. It was Mr. Mo who asked me to make this gossip box for him, so he agreed to count three times for me!" Tong Penghai next to him said again.

"That's it!"

Yang Guo felt that he seemed to miss something.

"This time, I will do the calculation for Mr. Tong. The hexagram is unclear, so it really can't be calculated. This is a half-diagonal! Little Taoist, I will do a half-diagonal calculation for you!" Mr. Mo said after thinking about it.

"Half-hanging? Is there such an algorithm?" Yang Guo was a little curious.

"Of course I'm going to make a fortune for you, and there's still half a fortune to tell you that you owe me! I'll ask you for help in the future if I need anything, I think you won't refuse!" Mr. Mo smiled.

"I owe you? No, I don't like to owe others things. Since I still have this half hanging, then count it as you owe me! If I need anything in the future, I will ask you for help. I don't think you will refuse! Yang Guo stared at Mr. Mo and smiled.

Based on what the other party said just now, Yang Guo guessed that the other party still doesn't know his origin, as for fortune-telling, he is not in a hurry, and he has nothing to think about it now.

"Ahem...! This old man is very old, and I'm afraid that when you come to find me, little Taoist priest, this old man has already gone west!" Mr. Mo almost choked when he heard Yang Guo's words, coughed twice and then Said.

"It's okay! Isn't that kid still there?" Yang Guo glanced at the boy Xiaoshan next to him.

"Well, since the little Taoist insists on doing this, the old man has no choice but to owe you the half-diagram!" Mr. Mo smiled helplessly.

"I don't know Mr. Mo's name yet!" Yang Guo asked again.

"Old man Mo Bai, this is the old man's grandson, Mo Shan! I don't know what the little Taoist is called?" Mr. Mo Mo Bai introduced Mo Shan beside him, and asked again.

Yang Guo: "Damn Yang Guo!"

"Okay! Daoist Yang, Mr. Tong, since you have done the calculation this time, please go about yourselves! This old man still has things to do!" After the calculation, Mo Bai was ready to chase away the guests.

Tong Penghai: "Okay! Then we won't bother you! Farewell!"

Yang Guo: "There will be a time later!"

Watching Yang Guo and the two leave, Mo Shan walked to Mo Bai's side.

"Grandpa, do you really want me to pay back the half-diagram you owed him?" Mo Shan asked.

Mo Bai: "Let's talk about it when we meet by chance! Xiao Shan! We're moving!"

"Oh! I see, Grandpa, you want to let go!"

Mo Shan replied, and hurriedly ran towards the bamboo house.

(End of this chapter)