Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

Zhao Menghua's parents had never divorced and could not understand how Chu Zihang felt at the time, but the story sounded very exciting and cool, and Zhao Menghua immediately empathized with it.

In Zhao Menghua's view, the current development of events is very unfavorable to him.

As the saying goes, getting beaten is a small matter, but saving face is a big deal.

If Dad causes a scene at the school and the video is exposed, even if he becomes the next Chu Zihang, people will still say that he was beaten by Lu Mingfei when he is mentioned.

Thinking about this, Zhao Menghua suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He recalled Chu Zihang's story again.

The main character is a child who is unlucky and has neither parents.

The villain is a rich second-generation who bullies others.

A loser kid challenges a rich kid and ends up sending him to the hospital...

"No way! Shouldn't I be Chu Zihang? How did I suddenly become the villain?!"

Zhao Menghua was greatly surprised.

Before he could calm down, the door to the ward was suddenly pushed open.

A thin, elderly man strolled in.

Zhao Menghua was startled, but to his surprise, the old man reacted even more strongly, letting out a cry and shaking his head like an old man in a play.

Before Zhao Menghua could react, the old man suddenly rushed over.

He lay face down on the bed, his hands gripping the bed frame, staring intently at Zhao Menghua's face.

"What are you doing?! What are you doing?!"

Zhao Menghua was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

If he could, he would like to run now, but he is injured and the slightest movement makes him wince in pain.

Zhao Menghua could only muster his courage and glare at the old man. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the old man seemed to possess an inexplicable and elusive aura.

The old man had a long beard with three strands, an air of otherworldly wisdom, and a slender build. Although he was clearly old, his eyes were very clear and bright, without the slightest hint of cloudiness.

He slowly backed away, circled Zhao Menghua's hospital bed a few times, but his eyes remained glued to the latter, refusing to move an inch.

"wrong."

The old man suddenly said.

He held a piece of old, yellowed paper in his hand, covered with messy lines resembling the Eight Trigrams, while his other hand gently pointed to a spot with his fingers:

"Here... the Ziwei star should be in its proper position, but you don't have it. The Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches are all messed up. No, no..."

"Sir, are you a fortune teller?"

Zhao Menghua finally understood.

This is a hospital, and Zhao Menghua is certainly not the only patient here.

However, this was the first time he had encountered fellow patients visiting each other.

"Not bad, I do have some skills. I'm familiar with all the doctors and nurses here, and even the hospital director calls me a 'god'."

The fortune teller nodded:

"Young master, I saw that you have the form of a dragon and your aura is restrained, so I thought I had encountered a hidden dragon and came here. I didn't expect... alas, I was wrong."

Zhao Menghua's noodles twitched. As a young man living in a scientific age, he naturally didn't believe such an explanation.

However, since I was lying in the hospital with nothing to do anyway, it wasn't a bad thing to have someone to talk to.

So he imitated what he saw in the TV series and said:

"How will you teach me, sir?"

"Your luck is not bad, and you have the appearance of a dragon, but you lack the physical appearance and, moreover, the heart of a dragon."

The old man lowered his voice:

"It's like a Buddha statue in a temple, gilded but filled with mud inside, and completely empty inside."

Zhao Menghua felt like he had been scolded for no reason. Wasn't this guy implying that he was a good-for-nothing who was all show and no substance?

Young Master Zhao was already annoyed, and now, after being sharply criticized, he was even more furious.

"Old man, what are you pretending to be?! If you're so capable, tell me how I ended up in the hospital!"

The fortune teller sneered, pointed at Zhao Menghua's nose, and began to curse:

"You thief who stole the dragon's energy, do you even think you're someone important?! You borrowed the shell of Chen Earth, stole the root of Zi Water, Jia Wood pretended to be the Azure Dragon, and Ren Water disguised as the Black Demon—but anyone with eyes can see that the Gui Water hidden in your stem has long been burned dry!"

Do you really think you've got your Ziwei star in the palace? Bullshit! That's the Po Jun star, the true dragon, crashing in!

With the Greedy Wolf stirring up trouble and the Seven Killings wielding the blade, once you encounter a true dragon, your false dragon's destiny palace will be crushed into mud!

Someone like you dares to dream of becoming a dragon? You can't even catch a glimpse of a real dragon! You think that stolen dragon energy will protect you?!

You were a thief, and you'll be a thief your whole life. You still want to bully the original owner?! One look from him and your paper-thin dragon scales would shatter. You'll never be able to hold your head high in front of him for the rest of your life!

Zhao Menghua was overwhelmed by his series of attacks, and while being scolded, he kept thinking... this old immortal is quite capable.

Although Zhao Menghua didn't believe Lu Mingfei was a real dragon, this guy was indeed quite a nemesis to him.

For the past two weeks, whenever Zhao Menghua runs into Lu Mingfei, nothing good ever comes of it.

From this perspective, the calculation is quite accurate.

"I misspoke, please forgive me, old immortal."

Zhao Menghua repeatedly apologized:

"To be honest, I got into a fight with someone this afternoon. I thought I could easily defeat him, but I ended up getting beaten up instead... May I ask, venerable sage, is there any way to salvage this situation?"

"So be it! You offended me, and I shouldn't have helped you, but since I was drawn here by the dragon energy you stole, it must be fate."

The fortune teller calculated with his fingers:

"Looking at your birth chart, of the necessities of life, the one most relevant to you is actually food."

He stroked his long beard. "Tell me," he said, "what did you eat this morning?"

"...White Truffle King Cake"

Zhao Menghua answered honestly.

"That's not surprising."

The fortune teller slapped his thigh:

"This King Cake is a delicacy from Germany... Don't you remember what happened to Louis XVI?!"

The King of France was a mere figurehead, and his fate just happens to align with yours. Isn't this adding insult to injury?

"This, this...it's so!"

Zhao Menghua was greatly shocked.

"good."

The fortune teller nodded slightly:

"In that case, I will prescribe an ancient remedy for you. Go home and prepare the ingredients yourself, boil them, and take them three times a day for a total of nine times nine. This calamity can be averted."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Menghua was overjoyed, knowing that he had truly made a fortune. Ignoring his physical pain, he quickly took out paper and pen from his bag by the bedside and presented them to the old immortal with both hands.

The fortune teller was not polite at all; his pen flew across the page, and he finished writing a prescription in no time.

Zhao Menghua took a closer look:

"Five Spirits Gum, Moon-Gazing Sand, White Clove, Human Urine Yellow, Left-Coiled Dragon, Dragon Saliva Incense, Autumn-Fu Rice, Hundred Herbs Elixir..."

Zhao Menghua had never studied traditional Chinese medicine, but he recognized "ambergris." Anything that could be placed with such a precious spice must be of high quality.

After carefully putting away the prescription, Zhao Menghua suddenly noticed a bamboo tube stuck in the fortune teller's pocket.

"Old sage, what is this...?"

Zhao Menghua looks familiar; I think I've seen him on TV before.

"Lucky Draw Box".

The fortune teller didn't hide anything from him and took out the black bamboo tube:

Would you like a cigarette?

Zhao Menghua nodded repeatedly. "Since we're already here, it's free to smoke one."

"First, calm your mind, hold the bamboo tube with both hands, silently think about what you want to ask, then shake the stick up and down, slowly tilt it downwards, and wait for the stick to slide out by itself."

The fortune teller, with a serious expression, handed him the divination sticks:

"You can ask about marriage, career, wealth, future prospects, or fortune and misfortune, but you can only ask about one thing at a time."

Zhao Menghua also became serious, closed his eyes, and shook the divination tube.

After a while, a bamboo skewer popped out.

Zhao Menghua carefully picked it up and held it horizontally in front of his eyes, as if he were looking at a mercury thermometer.

--【fierce】

"this……"

Zhao Menghua's heart skipped a beat.

"You're holding it in the wrong direction."

The fortune teller frowned, grabbed Zhao Menghua's hand holding the divination slip, and rotated it ninety degrees clockwise.

He pointed at Zhao Menghua and said coldly:

"district."