Sitting on the train back to Pengcheng, night was already falling outside the window. There was basically no wilderness in the urban circle formed by Pengcheng and Yangcheng. You could see towns and lights along the way. The neat street lights seemed to outline the lines of the earth, drawing strange pictures under the dark sky.

Xie Jun stared at the scene that was quickly retreating outside the car window, and his mood was a little depressed. Perhaps it was because of his overly excited afternoon, perhaps it was because of his emotional loss caused by his almost bankruptcy, or perhaps it was because of his emotional disorder caused by witnessing a real scene where the strong prey on the weak. Who knows, although Xie Jun was wearing the Dinghai pillar that maintained his mental power, that thing could not work on his mood.

Xie Jun's mind was a little confused. The trip to Yangcheng not only allowed Xie Jun to get a treasure, but more importantly, it made Xie Jun understand a fact that the Qimen sect completely controls the industry in this industry, so it is difficult for Xie Jun to make a fortune by this. Unless Xie Jun directly joins the Qimen circle, Xie Jun, who has no foundation, does not want to be the target of exploitation and enslavement by others, and loses his ability to be independent, so he will naturally not rashly enter this circle.

Just as the soy sauce brother who was watching this afternoon said, there is no problem in buying things, but selling things becomes a problem. It is not easy for people without foundation to make money in this industry.

In fact, this principle is almost universally applicable. In the circle of interest that has been formed, he is often called Guo Jianglong. Whether he can break out depends on his strength. Unfortunately, Xie Jun, a single gang member, does not have this strength. He neither wants nor dares to join a force. He was mainly frightened by Zhang Jixuan's attitude of eating people and not spitting out bones, which made Xie Jun have extremely negative prejudices against the sect. In addition, his shameful secret made him quite afraid of sects that were full of people and had many capable people.

Xie Jun knew that the key now is not just how to make money by buying and selling. The essence of the matter lies in how to explain his abilities. In other words, it is a lack of a legitimate inheritance. Just like his family-born medical skills, after this period of study, he is basically no worse than those students who graduated from the Chinese Medicine College, which gives his qi-seeking technique a reasonable label. If Xie Jun can also give his aura sensing ability a reasonable label, then Xie Jun may be able to develop appropriately in the Qimen circle. As long as it is not too much, it is still OK to make some money.

Thinking of this, Xie Jun's eyes lit up, Zhuang Shen! Yes, you can also find a suitable master!

Since the big sect is not desirable, Xie Jun can go to find a single gang. He never thought of becoming famous in this circle. He just wanted a pass to legally operate in this circle and found a reasonable annotation for his strange abilities so that Xie Jun could solve the problems from money and allow him to grow up smoothly. What's more important is that the master of the single gang is simple. Even if he knows some of the weird things about Xie Jun, he will also cover up for Xie Jun out of the idea of ​​protecting his apprentice, that is, protecting his own interests.

After thinking about this method, Xie Jun then stretched out his frown. It seemed that identity is really important. As an innate grassroots, it is actually difficult to understand the important role of identity. After many things over this period, Xie Jun realized that identity is the same as the intangible assets of an enterprise. In a sense, intangible assets are more important than tangible assets. Therefore, our ancestors have long warned us that "people do not have faith, they will not stand." What is "faith"? Reputation and identity! Without these, they cannot stand up, so they have to lie on the ground to be grassroots.

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Now in every city in China, the industry of fortune-telling and divination is no longer hidden. In most cities, there is such a place where such people gather, and Pengcheng is also there, and there are several. There are such a small world where masters gather around the bustling and important commercial areas. At the foot of Guangfa Temple in Pengcheng, there is even more places where such people are concentrated.

Xie Jun did not plan to come here at the beginning, but after going to a few gathering points next to the commercial area, he did not find a decent person from Qimen, either an expert in the lower three sects, or a copycat master from migrant workers, which was completely inconsistent with the famous family that Xie Jun was looking for.

How can Xie Jun see it? It's very simple. If you look at whether the data is different from that of ordinary people, you can first filter half of it. Some of the remaining tricks depend on the mp value. The mp low is definitely not the target Xie Jun is looking for. How can a master who cannot sense aura teaches a genius like Xie Jun? There are a few mps left and it's still the same thing as before. Xie Jun just looks at the tools they use. If the tools they use are all fakes, then this person will be basically useless.

The actual result is that when Xie Jun arrived at the foot of Guangfa Temple when the number of people in New Year 30, he arrived. Today, the believers here lined up from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain. It was very spectacular. They were all trying to go to the temple to make incense sticks to pray for blessings and wealth for themselves and their families. They just didn’t understand very well. When did the Tathagata ancestor start to manage the blessings and longevity of the world? Isn’t this a business to seize the heavenly court?! It’s not particular!

The bustling brigade at the foot of the mountain, and there were hawkers selling incense, candles and drinks in the bloated team from time to time. The police riding motorcycles also patrolled back and forth to prevent the hawkers from taking risks. Under the shade of trees on the roadside and on the stone benches that were originally for passers-by to rest, they were occupied by all the masters. They simply laid a white cloth with gossip and some judgments on the ground. The more luxurious ones even moved a folding table, held a colorful sun umbrella, and placed a full set of house items.

These believers who came to burn incense were still very convinced by these masters. The masters who said wonderful things from time to time were watched. Those who had good business could make a living. Even some rural women who squatted on the grass and put a white cloth on the grass and dared to start work with the pirated "The God of Common Man" in their hands actually had business.

Xie Jun couldn't help but sigh when he wandered in it. The forest is so big that there are really all kinds of birds!

After a long morning, after complicated observation, Xie Jun finally selected a target.

‘Future-telling Old Man, 109/114, 106/125’

First of all, it depends on the appearance. The old man sitting on the stool was wearing a gray double-breasted cloth shirt. Note that it was a cloth shirt rather than a silk, black thick cloth pants, black layered cloth shoes, which were very traditional and did not look like he was rich.

The gray hair was neatly combed with his hair, his face was a little thin, his eyebrows were long and thin, his nose was garlic, his mouth was wide and his lips were thin, and there was a gray goatee on his chin. The wrinkles on his face showed his rich life experience, and his half-closed thin eyes flashed with elite light from time to time.

His hands were very special. Compared with a slightly black face, his hands looked whiter and had little joints and long fingers. This was definitely not the hands of a working people, but rather the temperament of an artist. With the handwriting on the white cloth in front of him, Xie Jun had reason to believe that those round and steady fonts containing muscles and bones should come from the hands of the old man. If you can see the words, you can know the person and write such profound fonts, and your character will definitely not be bad.

‘Calling characters and counting fate can determine good and bad luck, and the fortune-telling of the year can solve delusions’

This must be a person from Qimen who is relatively difficult to live, but has a good background and has received systematic and professional training. Looking at the judgment he wrote on the cloth, it seems simple but has profound meaning. It not only shows that cause and effect can be seen but cannot be eliminated, but also shows his attitude, only solving cause and effect, not reducing disasters, and is very principled.

In addition, judging from some small movements of his body, he probably has never practiced martial arts or other things. Then his hp is higher than that of ordinary people, and he must have practiced breathing and nourishing qi.

As for whether the mp is extraordinary due to IQ or mental power, it is hard to say whether it is due to his mental power, but the small jade plaque tied with a red rope on his wrist is not an ordinary ornament, but a magic weapon, "Wristband Jade Ornament, 2/2, 2/2". Xie Jun would rather guess that the old man's mp was due to mental power rather than high IQ.

After the old man coaxed a woman away with a mysterious look on his face, he had lost business for the time being. Xie Jun walked to the small stool opposite the old man, sat down, took the cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette and handed it over. The old man was stunned for a moment, then smiled relievedly, returned to Feng Qingyun's appearance, took the cigarette and lit it himself, spit out a mouthful of smoke, looked at Xie Jun with a comfortable look, squinted his eyes and looked at him.

"Young man, if you treat others with courtesy, you will ask for something. What do you want to ask for?"

Xie Jun smiled and nodded: "You are a good old man, I do have a purpose."

The old man looked Xie Jun carefully, shook his head and said, "I see that you are full of energy and good luck, but the Yin Hall is a little dark, and there seems to be hidden worries, but I want me to teach you a lesson?"

Xie Jun looked around and no one noticed the two people under the shade of the tree, so he whispered: "My name is Xie Jun. Thank you. I know a little about Qimen. What sect do you always have? Do you have the intention to accept disciples?"

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Xie Jun with a lot of fun: "You want to take me as your teacher? Why? Do you know me, but you want to become a disciple? Why do I want to accept you as an apprentice?"

"My family has passed on medical skills, but unfortunately I have lost all the things I should have lost in my generation, leaving only one method of diagnosis. I had also been determined to study medicine, but unfortunately I had no chance. Later, I only learned to look at it but could not diagnose it. Moreover, I have practiced Qigong to nourish qi since I was a child, and you should be able to see that I found that I am very sensitive to aura. Now I think about it, it seems that only Qimen is the most suitable for me, so I want to develop in this direction. You know, this circle is very xenophobic, so I need a master."

"Oh? That's interesting, but what's the benefit of me accepting you as a disciple?"

"Haha, you always ask this knowingly. I know that you are a solo player and your life is not well-off, so it is very necessary to acquire someone who inherits his or her legacy. In addition, you are getting older and you always have to think of some way out. I am alone without any worries and can be filial to the master. Besides, you see my qualifications and good materials and jade levels, aren't you afraid of missing opportunities?"

The old man's eyes flashed, he laughed, and curled his lips, "A good opportunity! The little guy's eyes are good. You can tell that I am a single-sponsor. However, I don't think your wallet is rich, so how can I support me in my old age?"

Xie Jun felt that this matter was almost done, and said with a smile: "The Chairman said that we should look at the problem from a development perspective. I am poor now. Will you still be poor after you teach me how to do it?"

The old man smiled without saying anything, smoky silently, and after a long time, he suddenly said with some enlightenment:

"I understand, you kid is not just looking for a master, right?"

"Hehe, the master is the master, he has a sharp vision! You know, you need to have a backer in the world."
Chapter completed!