Wood...Grandpa Wooden Stick?!

The sloppy old Taoist priest looked confused, as if he didn't know why the other party suddenly said such a weird title?

Ah Huang was also very surprised and asked him: "What do you mean, little Yoko? Do you know this old guy talking nonsense?"

Fu Yang smiled.

He pointed at the old Taoist priest in front of him and said.

"Ah Huang, your memory is really bad, isn't it? Last time when Li Jinyi caused trouble, in order to save your family Yiran, we came to Hong Kong and went to Villa No. 44, Bridges Street for the first time.

After returning from the investigation, I met an old Taoist priest named Bu Wuyi on the way."

"I insisted on saying that I was haunted by a female ghost and wanted to be drained of my masculine energy. As a result, my family Wei Ke became furious and gave this old guy a lesson. Later, in order to please Wei Ke, Mr. Xiong walked in the grass next to him.

I picked up a wooden stick and poked his anus, but it bled."

"Later, didn't you and Master Xiong, that damn fat cat, work together to give this poor old Taoist a nickname, Grandpa Wooden Stick? You even forgot about it yourself."

Fu Yang was really speechless.

Ah Huang's memory has been very poor since he was a child. He forgets many things soon. Fu Yang has to mention them before he can remember them. No wonder his grades are poor and he didn't go to college...

Oh oh oh!

Ah Huang suddenly realized it and slapped his forehead: "It turns out to be him! I said that Grandpa Wood Stick sounded familiar just now. Turns out he is this old liar? Hahaha."

He put one hand on his hip and laughed, while the other hand patted Bu Wuwei's shoulder and winked at him.

But he said that this was a good guess. He originally saw two young people walking here and wanted to do a business together and make some money. However, he did not expect that they would be so unlucky.

Listening to Fu Yang and Ah Huang's words, his face turned blue and red, and he gradually recalled it!

It turned out to be them! They were the scum of the supernatural world that they had thrown into the Pacific Ocean with a female ghost king and a shameless fat cat demon.

Bu Wuyi burst into tears immediately, wailing silently in his heart: "Oh my god! What evil have I done? Why did I meet these two guys again?"

His old face was wrinkled, and his eyes were full of regret.

However, an idea came to him and he quickly said seriously: "Infinite Heavenly Lord! I think you two may have recognized the wrong person. I am not the divination you said, and I don't have a nickname called Grandpa Wood Stick. Since there is no chance, then I say goodbye..."

After saying that, he immediately turned around, rubbed oil on his soles and tried to get away.

boom!!!

There was a muffled sound.

Bu Wuyi felt as if he had hit an extremely stiff wall, and his nose was bleeding. The pain caused his tears to flow down uncontrollably.

But in front of him, it was empty, as if there was nothing.

Spell...it's obviously some kind of powerful spell!

Bu Wuyi wiped his nose with the sleeve of his patched wide robe, and turned around pitifully. He saw Ah Huang moving his fingers, and a small shadow of a talisman was slowly rotating in his palm.

He said with a sad face: "You two, you can't abuse magic to bully the elderly just because you have strong magic power. Young people, you have to have a little respect for fate. Otherwise, you will encounter a big disaster in the future."

Woe to you, uncle!

Ah Huang had a bad temper and looked around as if he was looking for something - probably imitating Mr. Xiong's fat cat and giving this "Grandpa the Stick" a baptism of sticks.

But he was still stopped by Fu Yang: "Oh, forget it. Although he is a liar, he is still an old man after all. And he is indeed a fellow member of our supernatural world, but his eyesight is a bit different and his magic power is a bit weaker.

Stop bullying me."

Ah Huang said sternly: "Look at the bulges in his pockets, they must be all money. I don't know how many ordinary people he has deceived."

Bu Wuyi was so frightened that he quickly stuffed his pockets into his Taoist robe and whispered: "No... not much money. And how can you call it a lie? I am an old Taoist who has really done fortune-telling for ordinary people. Ordinary people don't have it."

It’s impossible to change your destiny with magic power. The trajectory of your destiny is simple and clear. It’s okay if I help you a little bit.”

What this old Taoist priest said is actually true.

Indeed, he also has some magic power and is quite proficient in the art of divination and fortune-telling - of course, from Fu Yang's perspective, he is far from good. He also likes to show off!

Fu Yang smiled: "Okay, since you like telling people's fortunes so much. Come on, tell me your fortunes? The last time I met you, before you could even finish pretending, you were beaten by my wife and Mr. Xiong.

I'll give you a beating. This time, I'll let you figure it out. Even if I come to Hong Kong this time, what will I do?"

In fact, he felt that there was no rush and he could relax. At the same time, he also wanted to see if this divination technique was reliable.

Although both Fu Yang and Ah Huang are very powerful and have entered the high level of the supernatural world, they have little understanding of the mysterious methods of divination and fortune telling. After all, they are not taking that path.

Generally speaking, the more powerful the existence is, the more difficult it is. But just to calculate what Fu Yang is doing in Hong Kong, considering that the divination can detect Wei Ke's true identity, it shouldn't be too much, right?

this……

Bu Wuji was still a little timid: "Don't forget it. It's not necessary for practitioners with your strength. Just believe in your own magic power. Hehehehe."

Ah Huang's eyes widened: "Little Yoko asks you to count, so you count. Where does all this nonsense come from?"

"Okay, okay, I guess, I guess I can't do it? Alas, young people nowadays don't know how to respect their elders. The world is really declining, and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be..."

Bu Wuyi complained softly while tremblingly taking out the tortoise shell and brass compass from his arms.

Fu Yang and Ah Huang took a look and knew that this guy actually had some "goods" in his stomach and was not a real liar. The reason why they joked that he was an "old liar" was purely because he had no eyesight and was always

bump into people like myself.

There was no other way, Bu Wuyi was kidnapped by these two "little hooligans", and he had no choice but to have his fortune told.

A soft white light was seen in the palms of his hands, and then wrapped around the tortoise shell and brass compass like silk threads.

If this scene were seen by ordinary people, they would definitely think it was a "miracle". They would definitely worship this old Taoist priest as an old god!

But in the eyes of Fu Yang and Ah Huang, it was just a normal scene. The two of them were talking and laughing, just having fun.

However, the next moment!

Something strange happened.

I saw that Bu Wuyi was performing his ancestral divination step by step. He should have placed the tortoise shell on the brass compass and combined the power of the two divination tools.
Chapter completed!