Participating in a money-saving variety show, I became famous on the Internet by being stingy

Chapter 114 Will the gods think I’m showing off my wealth?

Zheng He has indeed been having a lot of troubles recently.

He just happened to want to find a fortune teller to change his luck.

Isn't this a coincidence?

The fortune teller was right in front of him, and he happened to have money in his hands.

And even if he spends it today, he can still ask netizens for it again tomorrow.

Because it is so easy to make money by begging online!

However, isn't it a bit too mysterious to change one's fate?

He is no longer the easily deceived person he used to be!
Zheng He put his cell phone in his pocket, turned sideways, and looked at the old man in front of him with suspicion.

The old man was about sixty years old, wearing a dark blue gown, a Taoist hat of the same color, a string of Buddhist beads around his neck and wrists, and a heavy black bag with a retro style on his shoulders.

He held a fan in one hand and a whisk in the other, with a Pingjin sail tucked between his elbows. On the top of the sail were written the word "Shen Suan", with a big word "Ming" in the middle.

It looks like that, but...

Zheng He raised his eyebrows slightly: "Old man, your composition is a bit complicated?"

Dressed as a Taoist priest and wearing Buddhist beads, this is not the same school!

At first glance, it's obvious that he's a liar who has just started out and whose knowledge is even lower than his.

Such a death-death charlatan still wants to cheat him of his money. Does he really think he has never seen anything and is a fool?

Zheng He raised his chin, indicating that there was something wrong with the old man's attire.

The old man smiled calmly and said, "You don't understand. There are many people above us, and they have strong connections. There is nothing we can do."

Zheng He sneered and said disdainfully: "Who are you trying to fool? You have someone above you, and I have someone below me!"

Who doesn’t have a few ancestors?

Even if he wants to find a fortune teller, he will make sure to find a professional one. He will not believe in such charlatans.

After Zheng He finished speaking, he was about to leave and wanted to find a better place to stay for the night, but the old man immediately closed his fan and stretched it forward, blocking Zheng He's way.

The fortune-teller said solemnly, "Young man, don't leave in a hurry. I want to help you resolve the next disaster because I see that we are destined to be together. And you are plagued by bad luck now. If you don't find a way to resolve it quickly, it may not be good..."

Zheng He originally felt that he was indeed plagued by bad luck, and the fortune teller now said that he would have a bad disaster in the future, which made him a little panicked.

My legs, which had originally wanted to leave, now felt weak due to panic.

But he couldn't show it, for fear that this damn liar would find out that he was so easy to fool.

Zheng He swallowed slightly and pretended to be calm, "How do I know if your prediction is accurate? How about you give me a free prediction first? If it's accurate, I'll believe you!"

The fortune-teller held the fan between his elbows, looked at Zheng He's face and said, "You have bad luck with money recently. You often lose money. You even have villains who are against you. This leads to your bad fortune. Am I right?"

Zheng He was stunned.

This old man’s calculations are quite accurate!

and many more…

Zheng He questioned, "You must have watched my live broadcast, so you know so much about my situation, right?"

The fortune-teller smiled mysteriously: "I calculated this, it has nothing to do with the live broadcast, and the frivolous and shallow things in the live broadcast will only affect our spiritual heart and disturb our peace, so I never watch it."

Zheng He looked at him half-believingly. Who knows whether he watched it or not? If he had not been on the live broadcast, he might have believed the old man's mysterious lies. But now, he is no longer the Zheng He who was so easily fooled. He has grown up!
Zheng He sneered: "There are still people who don't watch live broadcasts now? You really think I'm a fool who is easy to fool, right?" "You can not believe it, but I am not lying to you. And I know the reason why you are so wary of me is because you have been plagued by bad luck and lost money in the past few times, so you don't trust me. But it doesn't matter, I will prove to you that I am here to help you."

"Tell me, how much money do you want to defraud?"

"I don't charge money."

"!!!" Zheng He was stunned again.

Whenever the fortune teller said a price, Zheng He would run away without saying a word.

Because he felt that this old man was unreliable from the beginning to the end.

But the old man actually said he wouldn’t charge any money, which surprised him!

If you don't take advantage of a bargain that's right at your doorstep, you're a bastard.

Zheng He was already itching to make a move, but he pretended to be calm on the surface and said, "Really? Don't wait until the end to ask me for money again."

The fortune teller smiled and said, "Definitely not. Don't worry about that. I just said that I just felt that we are destined to be together, so I wanted to help you resolve this disaster."

When Zheng He heard this, all his previous doubts disappeared. Would a liar tell his fortune for free? That was definitely impossible!
Although the accessories the master wears are a bit mixed, he must have his reasons for doing so!

And maybe this is the fashion trend of the new era!

Zheng He's expression changed instantly, and he quickly bent down, smiled and said, "Master, you are so generous! I also think we are destined to be together! Okay, then help me change my fate, and I also want to transfer my bad luck to the villain who is against me, can you help me do that?"

The fortune teller said proudly: "Of course, as long as you are sincere, I can help you do it."

"What counts as sincerity?"

"You just need to show your sincerity and let the gods above see it."

Zheng He frowned, looking confused: "What sincerity?"

The fortune teller patiently explained: "Sincerity is your most precious thing."

The most precious thing? For Zheng He, the most precious thing is of course...

Zheng He: "...You don't want money, you want my life?"

"..." The fortune-teller was speechless: "Giving your life to the gods, even if they can help you change your luck, what's the use? Do you have the life to enjoy it? Besides, I'm a fortune teller, not a life-teller."

"That's true. Then what do you want..." Zheng He suddenly paused, snorted and laughed, and directly exposed: "To put it bluntly, don't you still want money from me? And you say you don't want to cheat me of my money!"

The fortune teller explained: "That's wrong. This money is not for me, but for offering incense to the gods. And after I help you change your fortune, the money you take out will still be yours.

If you really don't trust me, I can keep the money you give me alone. That should put your mind at ease, right?"

Zheng He: "So I take out the money and let the gods see it, and then I take it back? Wouldn't that make the gods think I'm showing off my wealth? That's not good, right?"

The fortune teller: "..." What's going on? I suddenly feel like taking your life.

I really want to knock this kid's head open and see what it's made of!

The fortune teller said: "In the eyes of the gods, the money of the mortal world is just a piece of white paper, but money is also the most important thing for mortals to prove their sincerity. So the gods don't look at how much money you give, but how sincere you are. The more sincerity you have, the stronger the effect of changing your fate."

Zheng He understood this time.

He only had a little over 5,000 yuan in his pocket, and the fortune teller said he would return it to him anyway, so he might as well take it all out.

Is this enough of his sincerity?

(End of this chapter)