Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

"Fortune telling?"

Wang Fu nodded with a smile. There are many swindlers in the mortal world, and fortune-telling is one of them. Not to mention mortals, even monks in the Foundation Establishment Realm or even the Golden Core Realm have no ability to guess God's will, let alone a single term. mortal.

However, Wang Fu found it interesting and did not refuse.

"Does the old man still have such unpredictable abilities?"

"Haha... I can't talk about ghosts and gods, it's just a little hobby. I also see Xiaobao, Lao Zhang, as a pretty good person, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered..." The sloppy old man put down the chicken legs and wine bottle in his hands. , wiped his greasy hands on the tattered clothes, and then took out a palm-sized turtle shell from his arms and six copper coins that were so polished that the characters could hardly be seen.

"What do you want, little doll?"

"Can everything be counted?" Anyway, in a playful mood, Wang Fu couldn't help but find it interesting.

"Of course. Apart from the ink in my belly, my Lao Zhang's ability is fortune telling. Of course, I can tell anything." The sloppy old man patted his chest and was full of confidence, "Whether it's marriage, luck, or fortune. Either through birth, old age, illness or death.”

He waved his hand grandly and boldly.

"How about the senior calculates the fortune for the junior?"

"no problem."

The sloppy old man responded, and Wang Fu saw the other party put six copper coins into the tortoise shell and began to shake it left and right. Strangely enough, the transparent tortoise shell filled with copper coins made different crisp sounds, but there was no sound. There were no signs of falling out, and Wang Fu could only attribute it to the technique.

Soon, as the sloppy old man picked up the tortoise shell, six copper coins fell on the table.

Five of them fell on the table and stopped moving, but one started rolling and rolled three feet around the table before stopping.

"Weird!"

The sloppy old man frowned and fiddled with the copper coins.

Wang Fuque asked calmly:

"Old senior, how can you be so weird? What's the fate of this junior?"

The sloppy old man raised his head, stared directly at Wang Fu, and even came close to his head. After a moment, he spoke in a blabbering voice:

"You little kid may have suffered a bloody disaster recently. There are more than one. But luckily you are lucky. You met me, Lao Zhang. With my guidance, you should be able to avert the danger."

"A bloody disaster?" Wang Fu almost sneered. Isn't this the catchphrase of those charlatans? His expression remained unchanged, he cleared his throat, pretending to be worried about himself, "I dare to ask the old man, where did this bloody disaster come from, and how can we resolve it?"

"Well..." The sloppy old man rubbed his fingers.

Wang Fu saw this and took out two ingots of silver that he had received from Jiang Yan.

"No, no, no, I, Lao Zhang, have my own rules for fortune telling. Money must be collected but not in this way." The sloppy old man shook his head and immediately explained, "One silver and one copper. I will give you one copper coin, and you will give me one." Ingots of silver.”

With that said, he picked up the copper coin that rolled three feet on the table and handed it to Wang Fu, while he received a piece of silver from Wang Fu.

Wang Fu was stunned for a moment, thinking that the old man was very interesting, so he accepted the copper coin.

Seeing this, the sloppy old man nodded with satisfaction, cleared his throat, and said with a smile:

"The disaster of blood and light comes from where it came from. To leave from here, you only need to go towards the place where the sun rises. The filthy things will naturally disappear under the sun."

"The yang of the sky is the extreme heat. Under the extreme heat, there must be the extreme yin. Breaking the extreme yin is the road to prosperity..."

Wang Fu had black lines all over his head. Although he didn't intend to believe it, the old man's words, which were factual rather than nonsense, still left him speechless.

"Do you understand?" The sloppy old man put away the tortoise shell and the remaining five copper coins, raised his head and looked at Wang Fu seriously.

"I don't understand." Wang Fu shook his head.

"Don't understand? Hey, there's nothing I can do about that old man. It's really..." The sloppy old man sighed and shook his head slightly, as if the world didn't understand me. However, before he finished speaking, Wang Fu answered passed.

"The secret must not be leaked?"

The sloppy old man was interrupted by Wang Fu. He was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter:

"Yes, yes, the secret must not be leaked, the secret must not be leaked..."

"Little baby, you are still a wonderful person, but I have to leave, Lao Zhang. Take care and see you again if we have the chance."

Wang Fu didn't expect that the sloppy old man would suddenly leave, so he couldn't help but frowned and asked:

"Old senior, this is..."

"I'm getting older. My health is getting worse day by day, Lao Zhang. I have to rush to other places to have fun. Baby, you can drink by yourself." The sloppy old man stood up, hammered his back, stretched, and He staggered out of the cubicle.

Humming a song from nowhere:

"A sloppy and sloppy man, he knows how to eat, drink and tell fortunes, he is as poor as water when it comes to good wine and fine wine, he is not drunk even half a step, the wine and meat are in his belly and become ink, a piece of imperial song flies towards the court..."

"I come from where I am, and I go to where I am going. When I meet the destined person, I know that I am me... I go wherever I go... I take half a step across the water..."

…

The sloppy old man's voice gradually faded away, and was soon submerged in the din of the Paradise Boat, leaving no trace behind.

"What a strange old man."

Wang Fu shook his head and chuckled, not caring.

As night falls, the most beautiful moment of Wangxian Lake arrives, with lanterns flowing along the water and boats floating on the water. Wang Fu soon forgets about the sloppy old man in the daytime.

With lights on the bow, dancers performing their skills, and singers brightening their voices, it is a beautiful scene on Wangxian Lake.

It wasn't until early in the morning that the crowds of people dispersed, leaving only the lantern fishermen rowing boats to clean up Wangxian Lake after a night of scenery.

"Dead people, dead people."

Wang Fuzheng was about to leave, but he heard a noise not far away from the Paradise Boat.

Shrouded in consciousness, he saw a swollen body being fished out by the lantern fisher.

"Zhang Shanhai?"

Wang Fu was shocked. Isn't this the sloppy old man who had a drink with him at the Paradise Boat yesterday and told his fortune?

A few people stepped over, and a breeze blew by. The crowded crowd immediately gave way to a gap. Wang Fu came to the body and stretched out his hand to explore. He found that the person had long since lost his life.

Wang Fu frowned, feeling sad for a moment.

A mortal's life span is limited to a hundred years of birth, aging, illness and death. If he accidentally encounters an accident, he will be gone in an instant.

He never expected that in just one night, this sloppy scholar full of knowledge would disappear.

The onlookers also recognized Zhang Shanhai, shaking their heads and sighing.

"Isn't this Zhang Shanhai and Zhang Juren? How did he end up like this?"

"I saw him yesterday. Maybe he was drunk and fell into Wangxian Lake at night. It's a pity..."

…

Soon the steward of the Paradise Painting Boat came after hearing the news, and with him was a woman wearing a white cloak.

The woman's eyes were red, and tears burst into her eyes immediately when she saw Zhang Shanhai's body. This made Wang Fu unavoidably miss his parents and relatives in his hometown.

"This time it's over, I must go back to Wutong Village to have a look."

Perhaps because of longing for it, or thinking about the friendship they shared yesterday, Wang Fu did not leave when Zhang Shanhai was buried. Instead, he followed him all the way, even with the owner of the Bliss Painting Boat, the woman surnamed Yang in a white dress. He said hello and allowed him the position of holding the coffin.

"Old senior, we will see you again in the next life."

After Zhang Shanhai was buried, Wang held up a stick of incense and then left quietly.