Chapter 23 fortune-telling

"Let's go. I still have business to talk to Lao Yong." When Yu Chunbing saw that a group of her best friends had signed their names and still couldn't leave, she was a little angry. She waved her hand to drive people, and then the little girls dispersed.

Yong Bowen grew a tone and looked up. There were really many mages watching around. They all pointed out, whispered and laughed, envy, jealous, and all kinds of expressions. He quickly took out a tissue to wipe his face, so as not to be regarded as a pornologist.

Yu Chunbing drove away his best friend and said with some embarrassment, "These guys are used to being crazy. They don't have a figure all day long. Lao Yong, are you not scared?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Yong Bowen laughed dryly and said to himself that it was really people who gathered together in groups.

"Lao Yong, what are you doing here for the association? Are you here to pick me up?" After Yu Chunbing asked this question, his eyes sparkled.

Unfortunately, Yong Bowen's uninteresting wood has always been a master of breaking scenery and destroying fantasy. He said honestly, "No, I want to come to the association to hire a few people."

"I knew you were not so kind." Yu Chunbing wrinkled his little nose, snorted dissatisfiedly, and said, "I have checked that the Shengheng Group sells Buddhist supplies. It is very famous in the upper class in Europe and the United States, and the business is very good. The association has always suspected that they are a branch of Buddhist tantra. They preach in the name of selling supplies, but which school do they belong to? I'm not sure. However, they really have no contact with the Buddhist Association, so they can only be regarded as idle magicians. They just applied at the national headquarters this morning and have just sent someone to send the required materials and ghosts. If there is no accident, several of them can get membership tonight, among which There is a man named Ding Ru who is still holding an orange emblem, which is already qualified to start a company. From a procedural point of view, they can't be stopped at all. The fools at the side of the Federation are still very happy. They think that some tantric people take the initiative to apply to join the Mage Association, which is a great victory for the publicity and development of the Association, and they also need to celebrate the publicity.

Yong Bowen doesn't care. He said, "It's okay. I've already arranged to make a plan. With our strength, we are not afraid of competing with them!"

Yu Chunbing shouted angrily, "Yumu's head, fool, this business is obviously ours. Why should I compete with them? I have to show them!"

Yong Bowen hurriedly said, "Don't mess around!"

"Don't worry, I won't mess around!" Yu Chunbing agreed, "Okay, I have something else to do. Let's go first." Waving his hand, he turned around and left.

Yong Bowen always felt that Yu Chunbing was not reassuring here. He thought it was better to tell Yu Chengshi about this matter. He also wanted to ask how the statue was, but when he inquired at the front desk, he found out that Yu Chengshifei went to Shanghai to attend the president's meeting of the National Mage Association, and will come back tomorrow, so he had to give up. First, go to the human resources department to consult about your own employment.

The Human Resources Department was very enthusiastic about the hospitality of the star mage Chuncheng. After learning more about the specific situation and requirements of Yong Bowen, he recommended him to recruit apprentices.

Because what he wants to recruit is not a senior practitioner, but a errand boy. Even if he is famous as a great master, members with a little ability have to worry about their face and status. It is impossible for him to do this kind of work, and his requirements for spell skills are not high. It's better to hire an apprentice with a low salary. It's easy to use, but when Yongda Tianshi has nothing to do, it's enough to give some guidance on spells.

Yong Bowen didn't know anything about this. Seeing that he was right, he had no choice but to agree and entrust the recruitment to the Human Resources Department.

After discussing the recruitment, Yong Bowen left the Human Resources Department and went to the Commodity Department to buy some spell weapons, especially the easy-to-use and convenient broken grenade, which must be carried more.

As soon as Yong Bowen left, the intermediate mage, who was the Minister of Resources, immediately said to several subordinates, "You are busy first. I'll go out for a while." He turned around and walked out of the office, found an empty corner, took out his mobile phone and played a number, and said in a low voice, "Lao Wu? Don't you want to find a good way out for your son? Now the opportunity has come. Do you know Yong Bowen? Yes, it's the authentic descendant of the Tianshi Bei faction, who caught more than 400 ghosts. His company wants two apprentices..."

As soon as the minister left, several office workers immediately dispersed, looking for a secluded corner and hitting their mobile phones.

"Old Zhao, it's a good thing. Don't say that brothers don't care about you..."

"Heizi, Yong Bowen's company wants to recruit..."

With a phone call, the unique huge human relationship network of the Chinese people immediately became busy.

When Yong Bowen just came to the mouth of the commodity department, the news that he was going to recruit apprentices had spread all over the Mage Association!

Yongda Tianshi knew nothing about this. After buying two boxes of magic weapons in the commodity department, he dragged the box and left the association with satisfaction. As soon as he came to the door of his car, before he could open the door, he suddenly heard someone beside him whispering, "Sir, tell your fortune."

Yong Bowen looked back and saw a middle-aged man standing behind him.

This middle-aged man is about 50 years old. His cheeks are thin, his face is pale, he has sunglasses on his nose, he wears a slightly yellowed moon-white Tang suit, his feet are round cloth shoes, his left hand is holding an emerald green cane, and his right hand is holding a stick with dozens of bamboo sticks. The stick and bamboo sticks look extremely old, obviously for some years.

Yong Bowen first glanced at the man's chest and didn't see any badges. Then he thought that this man was actually soliciting business at the gate of the Mage Practitioner's Association. Obviously, he didn't know where this place it was. He must not be a registered practitioner. Nine out of ten, he was a charlatan. However, he thought that he was monitored and quarantined by the association before he caught a ghost, so that he had thousands of years of experience in breaking away from the progress of ghost hunting technology, he couldn't help but feel a trace of compassion for the same disease in his heart. Unfortunately, he didn't know what the requirements for joining the numerology were, otherwise he would definitely point out the fortune teller. It is.

"How to calculate? How much is it?" Yong Bowen casually asked, "Are you accurate?"

"You are not allowed to accept a penny." The fortune teller seemed confident, "Please draw lots."

Yong Bowen smiled, took out 50 yuan from his pocket and handed it over. "I have something else to do, that's it. It's not like fortune-telling on this street, is it?"

Who would have thought that the fortune teller was so ignorant that he put the signature under Yong Bowen's nose and said, "Please draw lots."

Yong Bowen sighed helplessly and didn't want the other party to be too embarrassed, so he drew a bamboo stick and didn't look at it to the fortune teller. "Please hurry up. I still have an appointment."

The fortune teller took the bamboo stick in his hand, gently stroked his fingers from top to bottom, and the muscles on his face suddenly **. He seemed to be trying to restrain some kind of excitement, so that his breathing became a little short.

He took a deep breath, lit up the bamboo stick at Yong Bowen, and shouted, "All the Buddhas and flowers come out, and all the wisdom and fruits are born."

Yong Bowen didn't understand. He subconsciously looked at the bamboo stick, and saw a young monk painted on the bamboo stick, a bald white robe, sitting on the ground, smiling, pinching the Buddha's seal with his left hand and hitting the ground, and pointing his chest with his right hand. He was stunned when he saw it. Didn't he see the young monk sitting in his dream? I couldn't help asking strangely, "Who is this monk?"

"Wo! Why don't you ask yourself!" The fortune teller suddenly shouted in a low voice, and the green stick in his hand suddenly fell to the ground. With a bang, he inserted the walking stick that seemed to be made of bamboo into the cement square brick of the sidewalk.

"Master!" When Yong Bowen saw it, he couldn't help but feel a tingling in his heart. He realized that the fortune teller in front of him was by no means an ordinary charlatan. If he came up for such a reason, he would definitely not have nothing to do with fortune-telling for him. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be very vigilant.

The fortune teller let go of his cane, pinched a strange magic seal in his right hand, and shouted, "Wudu Ludu!"

The noisy world suddenly calmed down with this sound.

All kinds of sounds of Naruto, which were originally full of ears, disappeared without a trace.

Yong Bowen's heart jumped. While staring at the fortune teller, he swept around with the corners of his eyes and suddenly found that the endless sea of traffic on the street had completely come down.

It's as if half of the movie suddenly stopped, and the movements of everyone and things stopped.

He could see the two female students beside him wapping their hands sideways. The breeze lifted the corners of their skirts that were already frighteningly short, revealing the translucent white underwear inside.

He could see two security guards coming up behind the fortune teller. One of them just raised the baton in his hand, as if he wanted to drive away the charlatan.

He could also see a car parked not far away. The door opened slightly, and a slender leg was stepping out of the car. A wisp of light blue waste gas is condensing at the exhaust pipe of the rear of the car.

What kind of spell is this? How can it stop the operation of the world!

The fortune teller suddenly smiled strangely, "Come on, let me see your skills."

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Yong Bowen doesn't want to fight a war for no reason.

"It doesn't matter." The fortune teller carefully put away the signature, knotted up the tedious and beautiful fingerprints like a lotus in his hands, and shouted, "Rotlerga!"

Yong Bowen felt that the whole world seemed to tremble gently with his loud shout. The air in front of him rippled in a circle, and a small black dot suddenly appeared in the center of the ripple, as if someone had dropped a stone into the water and smashed the calm water.

Yong Bowen's heart jumped, and an indescribable danger warning hit his heart.

The black spot expanded rapidly, and it had become the size of a human head in the blink of an eye. It looked more like a large hole in the flat space had been torn open.

The low roar like an injured beast sounded one after another. The two dark arms poked out of the black hole, grasping the edge of the hole and holding it hard. A shadow jumped out of the hole and fell heavily in front of Yong Bowen, as if a hill suddenly stood up, completely blocking his sight.

There is only a red darkness left in front of us.

The fishy wind came to his face, and there was a huge bursting roar. The fierceness and tyranny implied in the roar made him feel a chill on his back.

Before I could see what the bottom on the opposite side was, a huge black claw suddenly patted down from top to bottom.

The situation was fierce, and the enemy's situation was completely unknown. Yong Bowen did not dare to take it. He hurriedly retreated. The big claws almost fell heavily in front of him. The sharp claws cut through the air with a strange broken sound, which made his face faintly painful.

With a bang, the cement bricks on the sidewalk seemed to have been blown away by explosives. The smoke and dust flew from the ground and shot away in all directions.

The shadow broke through the dust and the flying bricks blocked it. Suddenly, it rushed to Yong Bowen, like a hungry giant bear, with its claws open and hugged him fiercely.

Yong Bowen saw that the enemy's chest was empty, took the opportunity to fly up and kicked him heavily on the chest.

With a thumping sound, this foot seemed to kick on the iron plate, which made half of his legs numb and painful. His whole body flew backwards along the anti-vibration force, turned two heels in the air, exited from the sidewalk, and landed on the roof of a light van in the plane's lane, and barely stood firm.

Since he practiced martial arts, he had never met such an opponent. He couldn't help but be terruffed. Looking up, the shadow rushed to him in front of him in an instant, and the tearing sound filled his ears.

He fell back without thinking, fell from the roof of the car, and twisted his waist in the air. As soon as he regained his balance, he heard a loud rumbling sound in front of him, and the dense and harsh sound of metal breaking came into his ears, which made him feel an itch in his heart.

The van was broken by the blow of the shadow. The two ends of the head and tail were raised high and sank deeply into the ground, and the broken parts kept flying out of the crack.

This is by no means what manpower can do!

While Yong Bowen realized the possible inhuman nature of his opponent, he finally saw what his opponent looked like.

Three meters tall, the whole body is as black as ink, with a dark red light.

The head is as big as a bucket, with a big round eyes and a big nose, and a thick ring on the nose.

The forehead is unicorned, the giant ears attract the wind, and the mouth is full of serrated sharp teeth.

The two claws are thick and sharp like the palms of a beast. The arms are long and can be over the knees. Even if you stand up straight, you can easily support them to the ground. The forearm is wrapped with metal rings one after another, straight to the elbow. It looks like wearing two strange arms on the forearm.

The upper body ** reveals the shiny muscles of the knot, and only a square metal armor that can block the belly is tied in front of the chest. The thick iron chain comes out from the four corners of the square armor, two from the shoulders to the back, and the two are directly wrapped around the waist.

The lower body is wearing a tight pair of briefs, which is also shiny with a metallic luster. I don't know if it's an iron trouser fork.

With a pair of big bare feet, it is not a toenails sticking out on the toes, but a knife shining with sharp cold light!

No matter from which point of view, this appearance will never be a human.

He jumped in his heart and distinguished it carefully. He felt that a trace of yin that did not belong to the living was hidden in the strong fierce and violent.

"It's a ghost!" He keenly grasped the unusual breath, but there was a trace of hesitation, "What the hell is this? Why have you never seen it before? How should you deal with it?

Before he could figure it out, the one-horned devil opposite him roared, grabbed the folded two halves of the car, pulled it hard, pulled the car away from the break, and threw the two halves of the car at him.

Yong Bowen quickly ran away and barely flashed the two cars thrown. The one-horned devil had rushed over and crashed into his arms.

His whole body was knocked upside down and flew out like a ball. He fell heavily on a heavy truck carrying sand behind him. He also broke a few bones, and his whole body hurt everywhere.

The unicorned devil looked up to the sky and shouted, rushed forward to grab the truck, lifted it easily, and suddenly tossed it forward.

The truck rolled in the air like a toy, and tons of yellow sand fell down, burying everything that passed. The truck fell heavily to the ground and pressed the three cars below directly into the discus of the tattered recycling station. It rattled a few times and exploded into flames.

The fortune teller who watched the battle couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this scene, and his face muttered like a gray face, "Why not? Am I wrong again?"

At this moment, a dark shadow rushed out of the yellow sand on the ground, jumped into the air, shouted loudly, knotted the magic seal, and hit a flash of lightning with a bang, hitting the evil spirit.

The one-horned devil was blown up by lightning, and his body flashed with lightning. His body, which was already as black as charcoal, was actually a little darker.

"I'm still alive." The fortune teller's face was a little happy, but then he frowned again. "No, it's still wrong. This is obviously a pure Taoist spell. How can it be like this?"

Yong Bowen hit it with a five-thunder curse. He rushed to his two big gift boxes in an arrow step, reached out and pressed it, and the box popped open with a crash, revealing a brand-new ghost-catching device inside.

In the middle of the box is the multi-functional ghost-catching gun in the shape of an automatic rifle used by the fish pure ice that night.

He grabbed it, transferred it to the ghost trap, and shot at the unicorn demon.

The firelight sputtered, and a little red light shot quickly. When it approached, it suddenly opened, turning into a flame-like rune net to cover the one-horned evil spirit in it.

The unicorn demon struggled hard, but he couldn't break free.

"Good guy." Yong Bowen shouted with joy, put down the ghost gun, picked up the ghost absorber and planned to go forward to collect ghosts.

But when the fortune teller saw this move, his face twisted as if he was going to jump on and bite Yong Bowen. "What is he doing? If you don't use a good Taoism, you can actually use these low-quality things!" Then he sighed in pain and shook his head. "It seems that I made a mistake. It's definitely not. How can he use these things with his arrogance?"

As he shook his head and sighed, he rushed to the trapped unicorn demon like the wind, reached out and touched it, and the rune net disappeared.

Yong Bowen's heart jumped. He was concerned about dealing with the one-horned devil in front of him, but forgot the fortune teller who brought the devil. Now that I think about it, since this fortune teller can recruit such a devil, it is much more dangerous and terrible than a one-horned devil.

He was nervous and jumped straight. He thought that the fortune teller was going to join hands with the one-horned devil to deal with him. He quickly set up the set-up and pinched a five-thunder curse to prepare.

Unexpectedly, after the fortune-teller cleared the rune network, he immediately pinched a fingerprint and pressed his palm between the eyes of the one-horned devil.

The one-horned devil howled in fear and trembled all over. He knelt on the ground like a slave and dared not move.

The fortune teller smiled and silently said a few words of praise. His five fingers were so fierce that he pulled it down and then pulled up again. Then he heard a soft sound, as if he had pulled out the plug of the thermos bottle. The big fight of the one-horned devil was pulled down.

The ink-like thick ** gushed out of the neck, and the huge body quickly shrunk like a vented leather ball, leaving only a layer of soft skin sticking to the ground in the blink of an eye.

The fortune teller carried the devil's big head and turned away, but he ignored Yong Bowen.

Yong Bowen was stunned and shouted, "Oh, you..."

As soon as he shouted twice, there was a sudden noise in his ear. The voice of Che Mingren came. At a glance, the world had recovered as usual. The girl's short skirt fell at the right time, and the two security guards were greeting him with a smile. The owner of the beautiful legs who stretched out the door of the car slowly stepped forward, but she was a particularly graceful middle woman.

Everything is fine!

There is no trace of fighting, and there is no remaining black**.

The square bricks on the sidewalk are intact, and the cars in the lane are not explosive. The eye-catching sand truck is squirming forward with the traffic.

Everything is intact, except for the fortune teller just now.

Yong Bowen was stunned for a while and found that he was still standing by the roadside, stretching his hand forward, maintaining the posture of opening the door, while the two large gift boxes beside his feet were well placed and did not open.

What just happened seems to be the most real daydream.

"Mr. Yong, Mr. Yong." The eager call came and woke him up from a state of distraction. Only then did he find that his head was full of cold sweat, and the clothes behind him were wet on his back, as if they had just been fished out of the water.

He raised his head and saw a big face full of smiles. It was the security guard who greeted him and the one who was going to drive him out that day. People are the same, but their attitudes are very different.

Yong Bowen settled down and heard the security guard shouting, "Mr. Yong, are you all right?" He felt a little bored and waved his hand gently. "I'm fine. I'm just thinking about something." Don't say anything more. Put your things away and drive away.

On the roof of a tall building directly opposite the Mage Practitioner Association, a green walking stick is inserted into the roof of the cement board.

Next to the cane stood a thin man in a moon-white Tang suit, who was the strangely missing fortune-teller just now.

At this time, he was standing on the edge of the tall building and looking down, holding an open notebook in his hand.

The side pages of the notebook have been worn out and broken. The open page is full of names one after another, and more than half of the names have been crossed with red and blue lines respectively.

"The five-thunder protection spell is a little interesting. I didn't expect that there were such characters in the current Zhongtu Dao family. It's a pity that those crooked and evil ways are also used. It's really a pearl secret. The fortune teller sighed softly and saw the taxi taken by Yong Bowen disappear into the traffic. Then he took out the pen and drew a thick blue line on Yong Bowen's name heavily.