90s good wife

Chapter 561 This Child Is Weird

Master Jingci is an old man with a gray beard and twelve ring scars on his head.

Su Hao was shocked, she had never seen a master with so many ring scars on his head.

It seems that this mage is really the Temple Master of Baima Temple!
After Su Hao and Song Wanwan sat down, Master Jingci slowly opened his eyes.

His eyebrows are very long, and his beard is also very long. He obviously doesn't smile, but he gives people a very charitable feeling.

"Master!" Song Wanwan bowed sincerely.

Su Hao followed suit and saluted: "Master."

"The two benefactors want a peace talisman?" Jingci looked at the two kindly.

At this time, the little novice brought some cups of tea.

Su Hao lowered his head and saw that the tea was actually made from dried small wild chrysanthemums on the side of the road outside.

After taking a sip, it turned out to be unexpectedly sweet, with the fragrance of wild chrysanthemums lingering between the lips and teeth.

"Yes, master, I want to ask for a peace talisman for my son." Song Wanwan hugged Cheng Yun in her arms so that the master could see clearly.

"This child..." The moment the master saw Cheng Yun's face, his expression became solemn: "I really need a safety talisman."

Song Wanwan was excited, could it be that the master saw his son's fate at a glance!

Is it true that the son is born with poor fortune as the fortune teller said? !
"Master, is there something wrong with my son?" Song Wanwan asked anxiously.

"Give me the horoscope of the child's birthday, and I will help you figure it out." The master said softly.

Song Wanwan hurriedly and fluently reported Cheng Yun's birth date, and even remembered the hour and minute of birth exactly.

Su Hao admired secretly, although Song Wanwan is a rich young lady, maybe Cheng Yun was not brought up by her, but she is definitely a good mother.

The master was closing his eyes and counting, Mengmeng in Su Hao's arms mischievously threw away the hawthorn fruit in his hand, grabbed the teacup with one hand, and burst into tears from being scalded.

"Wow, Mom!" Mengmeng's tears rolled down like beans. "Hoo hoo..."

Su Hao just watched the master's fortune-telling, and was curious for a moment, and even forgot to take back his teacup.

Fortunately, the water temperature is not too high, the water temperature that can be drunk, although it is hot, it will not burn your hands.

"Hoo hoo, baby, don't cry!" Su Hao hurriedly picked up Mengmeng, trying to get out of the meditation room.

Don't let children disturb the master's fortune-telling here.

The master was already disturbed, he opened his eyebrows and looked calmly at the troubled Mengmeng.

"It's okay, little one, go get some snow water!" The master told the little novice who was waiting outside.

The door of the meditation room was opened, and the light outside the room made the inside bright. The little novice, who was named little novice, answered in a low voice, and trotted away.

The master's eyes returned to Mengmeng's body. At this time, Mengmeng stopped crying, but shed tears of grievance, nestled in her mother's arms, and looked at the strange bald-headed white-bearded grandpa.

"This child..." The master looked at Mengmeng with an indescribable feeling: "It's a bit weird."

Su Hao pricked up his ears: "Master, you mean my daughter? What's so weird?"

Su Hao and Mengmeng in her arms stared wide-eyed, and didn't see anything weird about her, she was still cute, sweet and sweet!

"Weird luck." The master said indifferently, looked away, and looked at Song Wanwan's mother and son again: "Just now, I did a little calculation, and it really is the same as what I felt when I met you. This little benefactor has a bad luck..."

Su Hao wanted to ask further, but when he saw that he was talking to Song Wanwan, he held back.

(End of this chapter)