Alien Powers: God of War Reborn

Chapter 208 Street fortune-telling (1)
Unexpectedly, when Lu Siqi uttered these righteous words, not only did she not receive applause from the audience, but instead she drew a burst of stares.

"Where did you come from such a brat?! Go back and drink milk, mom is waiting for you at home!"

"This girl is stupid in reading, and her brain is missing a string. Don't be angry, Daoist, hurry up and tell our fortune."

"If you want to preach, go to the school and talk to those students. We are engaged in theology, so we can't get along with you. I advise you to go to Marx's grave and talk about materialism and anti-feudalism."

Everyone ridiculed and ridiculed, but no one stood up to support Lu Siqi.

The old Taoist felt complacent for a while, looked at Lu Siqi whose face turned red and then pale, and said quite cultivatedly: "Little girl, a great man once said that the eyes of the masses are discerning, don't you see this famous saying is well received now?" Have you verified it? I advise you to change your ways and return to the embrace of traditional culture. Don’t be fooled by those atheists. I’ll tell you that Fan Zhen, who wrote "Theory of Extermination of Gods", suffered retribution and was frightened to death by ghosts. gone."

"You, you're talking nonsense..." Lu Siqi, a girl from Peking University, was able to handle debate competitions with ease, but after being besieged by a group of ordinary people, she was overwhelmed by the momentum and stuttered.

Zhang Feng wanted to defend Lu Siqi, so he smiled and said to the old Taoist priest: "Old Taoist priest, my classmate is not sensible, please bear with me if I offend you."

"This is still like a human saying." The old Taoist said, "Young man, seeing that you are so sensible, do you count? Let me do the math for you."

"Thank you very much." Zhang Feng also had the same intention.

"Master Dao, I came first..."

"Wait a minute, you've been waiting for a long time, and you won't be here for a while."

The old Taoist waved his hand at the person in line, regardless of the resentful gaze that the person stared at Zhang Feng, and said to Zhang Feng: "Birth date."

After Zhang Feng finished writing, he handed it over. The Taoist took a look, then at Zhang Feng's face, and asked him to throw the copper coins into the sand table as before.

The old Taoist moved regularly in the sand table according to the technique just now, but after a while, a pimple appeared on his face. He raised his head, looked at Zhang Feng with a strange expression, and muttered for a while. After saying something, he lowered his head again and fiddled with the copper coins in the sand table again.

Time passed by minute by minute, in such a short period of time, half an hour had passed, and everyone was puzzled for a while. This magical fortune teller usually calculates a fortune for a few minutes, and at most seven or eight minutes. This has never happened before.

"Cough, cough." The old Taoist finally raised his head again and coughed twice with an unnatural expression.

"Daoist, have you figured it out?" Zhang Feng asked curiously, and everyone looked forward to it.

"This, this..."

(End of this chapter)