Han's father glanced at Yang Bo and said to the master: "Master, look, can you help him do a divination? I will be responsible for the expenses!"

The master couldn't help but frown, "You didn't mention this before!"

Father Han quickly said: "Master, I'm really sorry. It's all my fault. To express my apology, I can double the price!"

The master's frown eased, he nodded slightly and responded.

Yang Bo originally wanted to see this master, and had no intention of divination. When he heard what Father Han said, he just refused, "Mr. Han, we agreed..."

"Don't worry, you don't have to pay the extra price!" Han's father interrupted Yang Bo directly.

Yang Bo couldn't help but frown. He looked towards the master and asked tentatively: "How much does a divination cost, master?"

Father Han immediately said: "What are you talking about? Master, how can you like money, something outside the body? The reason why I doubled it is to express my sincerity, what do you want to do?"

Seeing Han's father jumping around anxiously, Yang Bo suddenly understood. He smiled and said: "Oh, that's it. The master's divination is five million, doesn't Mr. Han have to pay ten million?"

The Fat Master immediately reacted and nodded towards Yang Bo, "Okay, then ten million!"

Father Han was very annoyed, but he did not dare to say anything more. After all, this was the evil he had planted himself. He could only apologize and said with a smile: "Okay, okay!"

The Fat Master looked at Yang Bo, "Do you want to ask about your future or your marriage?"

"I'm afraid the master can't figure it out," Yang Bo said.

The Fat Master was stunned for a moment. He stared at Yang Bo and frowned: "There is really no one in the world that I can't count!"

Yang Bo smiled and said: "Then please help me calculate, how long will my life span be?"

The Fat Master snorted softly, "How could I not figure out such a trivial matter?"

Yang Bo smiled and looked at the other party without saying much. He also wanted to see the other party's level!

The Fat Master looked at Yang Bo and said, "Tell me your birth date!"

"Dingmao year, Bingwu month, Xinchou day, Dingyou hour!" Yang Bo replied.

A relaxed smile appeared on the Fat Master's face. He closed his eyes slightly, muttered something in his mouth, and began to calculate.

After a moment, the fat master's eyes opened. He looked at Yang Bo and frowned, "There are many sails on the downwind river, but unexpectedly there is a rocky beach at the head of the river. You are destined to have a disaster. It should be when you are twenty years old, but you are standing intact now."

In front of me, this shouldn’t be done!”

Yang Bo looked at the other party without saying anything, but he was much more serious. When he was twenty years old, when he got Liuli, he had the Golden Eyes for Appreciating Treasures. His destiny had already changed. Since the other party could accurately tell the age of twenty, maybe he

There might have been a real disaster back then!

The Fat Master thought hard and muttered, "This shouldn't be the case. This shouldn't be the case. How could it be like this?"

"It's like the dawn clouds are just emerging from Xiu, just as the sun is rising due east. It's clearly like joy but not joy, and the scent smelled in a trance is not the fragrance. The blue pool under the dragon adds beauty, and the tiger encounters the valley and changes the spirit."

The Fat Master stared at Yang Bo with a look of surprise on his face. He took a step back and bowed his head.

Yang Bo was startled. He stepped forward and supported the other party, "Master, am I facing a catastrophe right in front of me? Please give me some advice!"

The fat master was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the Han family and his daughter, and quickly replied: "Please give me a step to speak, Mr. Ni!"

Father Han looked at the fat master's face and felt a little weird, so he had to say: "Master, what's going on?"

The Fat Master waved his hand, "Okay, I want to go out and have a word with him, you all wait here!"

After saying that, the Fat Master turned around and walked upstairs without being polite at all.

The Fat Master walked in front, with his hands behind his back. He looked very stylish, but looking at his hairstyle, it made people feel very weird.

When they got upstairs, the Fat Master opened the door and invited Yang Bo in. He turned around and walked to the corner, pulled off the bug, turned around and bowed his head, "Greetings, senior, and please forgive me for being rude!"

Yang Bo stared at the fat master in front of him and smiled. He did not expect that the other party would actually see his identity. "What was the result of your divination just now? Can you tell me about it?"

The fat master raised his head with a wry smile on his face, "Senior, you have really embarrassed this junior. You have already embarked on the road of refining qi, and your destiny is not determined by God. My cultivation is low, so I really can't calculate your longevity. However, in my opinion,

Senior, I will definitely live as long as heaven!"

Yang Bo stared at the Fat Master and laughed. Since the other party saw that he was a Qi Refiner, he did not hide it and asked: "What do you call him?"

"You can call me Tang Fei or Fatty Tang," Fat Master quickly replied.

"Master Tang." Yang Bo opened his mouth and was about to speak.

Tang Fei was startled and said quickly: "Senior has offended this junior, please take back this title!"

After that, Tang Fei continued to bow down.

Yang Bo looked at Tang Fei. The guy in front of him no longer looked like he was dragging downstairs before. He seemed to have become more humble. However, this was normal. After all, as a "master", he must behave like this in front of outsiders.

Only your posture can intimidate others!

"Fat Tang, get up!" Yang Bo said. He stared at Fatty Tang and asked, "Which sect do you belong to, and why do you dress up like this? You don't look like a Taoist disciple at all!"

Tang Fei stood up and said with some helplessness: "My master is a Taoist priest from Jingtian Temple thirty miles away from Chengdu. He taught me divination and fortune-telling. It's just that he suddenly disappeared a year ago and I don't know where he went. I can only learn from the temple."

Run out and make a living for yourself!"

"Actually, I was wearing a Taoist robe at the beginning, but when I walked on the street, I looked too eye-catching, so I changed my clothes. Later, I made a lot of money by fortune-telling, and I liked novel hairstyles, so I went to get a haircut.

Hair!"

Yang Bo looked at the broom head in front of him, smiled and shook his head: "The broom head is a bit ugly."

Tang Fei was embarrassed and didn't know how to respond.

"How much does it cost per divination for the Han family?" Yang Bo asked.

Tang Fei replied: "Five thousand!"

"Five thousand? Only five thousand?" Yang Bo stared at Tang Fei.

Tang Fei looked bitter, "Actually, few people believe in me. If I can't make money, I won't be able to live. Old Han met me before and on a whim, I helped his son make a divination. I calculated that his son would be born.

Problem, later, his son had a problem, and he came to me again!"

Yang Bo looked at Tang Fei and shook his head helplessly, "You really don't know how to cherish it. Fortune telling is something that consumes your mind and energy. You need to do it less!"

"What's the problem with the sons of the Han family? Why did you come up with such a bad idea with them?"

Tang Fei could only say: "Actually, I don't know what happened to the Han family's son."

"You don't know?" Yang Bo glared.
Chapter completed!