Chapter 1 Jianghu Baixiaosheng

"The sky above knows the sky, and the earth below knows everything. It knows everything and knows everything."

On the side of the stone-paved street, an old man in yellow clothes shook his head and said.

"The horoscope of birth date can tell the difference between past and present..."

"Old sir, are you telling fortunes?" Suddenly, a voice interrupted the old man.

The old man opened his eyes with interest, thinking that he had another big customer who could make a fortune.

But when the old man saw clearly the person who came, who was wearing tattered and baggy clothes, with a poor look on his face, he immediately shook his head in disappointment.

"Bang bang bang."

The impatient old man hammered the curtain hanging next to him, and saw the words written on it:

"Jianghu Baixiaosheng is not allowed to give up money."

"As expected." The young man's eyes lit up and he asked excitedly: "How much does it cost to tell a fortune, old gentleman?"

"Shh!"

The old man glared at him, coughed twice and said: "Monks don't talk about money, they talk about fate..."

"Eight thousand yuan per hexagram..."

"Holy crap! Aren't you trying to steal money?" The young man almost jumped on his feet when he heard this.

"No, no money. Just go away and don't delay my business." The old man lost his patience and didn't want to get entangled with this guy who looked poor at first glance.

"I understand." The young man nodded and walked towards the old man.

The old man looked at the young man approaching him and laughed.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. It can be deceived a little bit...

"I don't know what the donor is looking for? Marriage? Or academics?"

"It's nothing."

The young man sat down next to the old man.

"Then what are you doing..." the old man said in confusion.

Unexpectedly, this young man took out a large cloth from his pocket and wrote several big characters on it.

"The master of Qingfeng Temple comes down the mountain and pays 800 yuan per hexagram. You are not allowed to give up the money!"

"You little kid, what are you talking about! Do you know how to tell fortunes?!" The old man looked at the boy holding the banner and immediately understood that this guy was clearly here to steal business!

And what does it mean that he only wants 800 yuan when he wants 8,000 yuan?

"In all my years, Hu Su'an, I have never seen someone so blatantly grabbing business!" the old man revealed his name.

"Can't we set up stalls on this street?" The young man looked around.

The mottled old streets are full of shops that set up stalls for fortune telling, antiques, calligraphy and paintings. Why can't you set up stalls here?

"It's not that you can't set up a stall! It's because you will steal my business when you are next to me!" Hu Su'an was speechless. Why did he feel like this guy was like a kid who just entered the world? Don't understand anything.

"But I'm of no use anywhere." The young man spread his hands.

The old man's face looked better now, which was true.

"That's right, young man, you'd better find a job in a factory! You don't look like you are in our industry! There will definitely be no business!"

After listening to the old man's words, the young man grinned: "Mr. Hu, you misunderstood. What I meant was that you would have no business."

"What did you say?!" Husuan puffed his beard and stared.

"Because I am the master of Qingfeng Temple, Zhou Ze."

"Qingfengguan?!" A passing couple heard the quarrel between the two and stopped.

"Husband, we don't have any Qingfengguan here!" The woman was bloated and covered with luxury jewelry.

"I've never heard of it." The potbellied man next to the woman nodded.

When Hu Suan saw the two people stopping in front of him, green light flashed in his eyes.

This is a big fat sheep!

"Huh, don't listen to the kid's nonsense. What does he know?" Hu Su'an said with a serious face: "Does the donor want to come to you?"

"Honey, why don't we have a fortune telling?" The woman shook the man's arm: "Aren't we going to discuss business?"

The man was about to refuse, but he saw the big flag next to Hu Suan.

"Jianghu Baixiaosheng?" the man said excitedly: "Are you Mr. Hu Suan Hu, also known as Jianghu Baixiaosheng?!"

"That's right, it's me, old man." Hu Su'an proudly raised his head to Zhou Ze, and the meaning was self-evident.

"See, old man, I just have a name! I have a business!"

"Hey...I see your palm reading..." Hu Su'an said while rubbing something with his fingers from time to time...

"I understand. Please do the math, Master Hu." The man took out a few red bills from his pocket and stuffed them into Hu Suan's hands.

"Yeah." Hu Su'an took a sneak peek. There must be at least eight!

"Sir, you are good at palmistry. Your business will go smoothly in the afternoon!"

"Okay!" The man suddenly became happy and took out a few more bills from his pocket, looking like a nouveau riche.

"Not necessarily." Zhou Ze said calmly from the side: "According to my subjective opinion, if you don't buy a bottle of water from the next street corner and pour it into your stomach, I'm afraid it will be business in the afternoon..."

Zhou Ze stopped talking. After all, the old master of Qingfeng Temple, his master, also only spoke half of what he said.

The master said, this is how you look like an immortal!

"There's something wrong!" After hearing Zhou Ze's words, the man not only refused to listen, but actually scolded Zhou Ze.

After paying the remaining money to Hu Su'an, the man took the woman and left. Before leaving, the woman glanced at Zhou Ze with disdain. It seemed that Zhou Ze's words just now made them feel unhappy.

"Hahaha! Young man, let me tell you that you are not qualified for this job!" Hu Su'an laughed loudly at Zhou Ze.

"Don't be jealous just because I make money, young man, it's wrong to lie to others!"

Hu Su'an became more and more proud, and raised his eyebrows at Da Bu beside Zhou Ze: "Do you know how big my reputation is as Jianghu Baixiaosheng, Master of Qingfeng Temple? I've never heard of it. You better hurry up, little kid. Come home!"

Zhou Ze shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said, "He will come back to me."

"Looking for you? You're a fool! Young man, fortune telling is not a business where you can make money just by making up a few random sentences!"

"ah!"

Suddenly, a scream came.

The woman was seen supporting the man just now and hurriedly ran in front of Zhou Ze and Hu Su'an.

"Master Hu! Didn't you say that my husband's voice went smoothly this afternoon? Why did he get a cut on his head just after he took a few steps away!"

Hu Suan looked up and saw the man covering his head, blood slowly flowing out from his fingers...

"What bad luck! I was hit on the head by a flowerpot before I could take a few steps! How can I talk about business in the afternoon like this!"

"Sir, if your head is bleeding, why don't you go to the hospital quickly?" Hu Suan hurriedly stuffed the money he had just earned into his pocket, fearing that the couple would take it back.

"Look! What a fool! Before the business even started, I got a hole in my head!" The man was furious.

"So you didn't listen to me and go buy a bottle of water at the street corner." Zhou Ze spoke slowly from the side.

"Buy water at the street corner?!" The woman suddenly realized something: "Husband, if we listened to this little brother and went to the street corner to buy water, the flowerpot wouldn't be able to hit you on the head!"

"Yes! It must be this young man's fault! He was jealous of me making money and did these little tricks on purpose!" Hu Su'an also said loudly.

"Damn you brat, is this all your fault?" The man covered his head and said, "If you dare, stay here and don't leave. I'll come back to you after I go to the hospital!"