My Teacher is Sun Wukong

Xiao Fei’s booth is based on the fact that there are fewer people who see strange people. The reason is that because he is too young, it is not like a master. Second, because it is now a technology society, I believe that there are very few people who are mysterious and mysterious.

In fact, Xiu Xian and technology are not in conflict, but only in two directions of human development. The more developed the technology, the more damage it has to the aura, and the fewer people who cultivate it. If it is in the world of cultivation, the stronger the immortality, the more useless the technology will be, and eventually it will not develop technology at all. Therefore, when the silver boy sees his mobile phone, he will be the best.

And the gods in the sky are basically not the obvious, and it is also one of the important reasons for people's change of mind.

Although Xiao Fei is very short of money now, his mood is still calm. He followed Sun Wukong’s Dharma for ten years, and the Dharma practice was still there. Look at the crowds coming and going, watch the world, and look for business opportunities.

This time is about ten o'clock in the morning. The best time for cultivation has passed, so he has not cultivated the great fairy.

Just then, a few people who suddenly came out of the park attracted his attention. The location of Xiao Fei's stall is still next to the park, because he is not familiar with the flower city, afraid to go far and can't find the way back.

A beautiful woman in her twenties, holding a man in Tang suit, about 70 or 80 years old, came out of the park. It seems that they have just exercised in the park. Behind them, they followed a slender middle-aged man. The middle-aged people are shining in the eyes, and they know that they are good at first sight.

The beautiful woman is particularly eye-catching, with a well-proportioned height and high peaks, but the glamorous face is somewhat cold. Dressed in a formal dress, very decent, as if it was half tailored for her.

If the person who knows how to see it will be shocked, because her clothes are designed by her famous foreign fashion designers. It is luxurious and yet low-key, and it is not exaggerated.

Well, this old man’s air transport is very good, there is actually a temperament, the tiger will be the trend! As soon as they came out, Xiao Fei noticed the difference between the old man and the ordinary person. When I opened my eyes and saw it, I saw that there was a shadow of a tiger in his air.

People live a breath, this gas is the soul of the soul, that is, the three souls and seven scorpions. The air transport, which is the characteristic of the soul, determines the fate of a person's life. For ordinary people, the abundance of gas is very good, and the shape can be very rare.

There are very few people who can see other people's luck in the mortal world. For Taoist priests, they need to cultivate the heavens to the peak. Xiao Fei only needs the primary eye, and he can clearly see it. Because the great fairy tales he cultivated are the highest-grade immortals, it is the key to the cultivation of the Monkey King.

However, looking at the old man's air transport, there are signs of thinness. It can be seen that he is old and late, and his life will not be long. And in his air transport, there is still a bit of black gas, which indicates that he is sick.

Like a man of great temperament, he is impossible to be riddled by evil spirits, that is, ghosts. The more black gas, probably the root of his gas transportation has been destroyed, simply saying that the feng shui of his hometown has some problems. As the saying goes, the leaves fall back to the roots. When a person is old, things in his homework have a greater impact on him.

Feng Shui secret technique, Taoist witchcraft, air transport, and cultivation of immortality... all belong to the mysterious and mysterious things. They belong to the heavens and the earth, and they are not separated from their ancestors.

This old man is so good, it must be very rich. And there is still a problem, it seems that my business is coming. Thinking of this, Xiao Fei stood up and told the truth to the old man, "Door, you are sick!"

"How do you say it? You are sick!" When I heard Xiao Fei's words, the beautiful woman suddenly did not fight out, her face was cold, and she replied: "Where are you from the little monk, dare to It’s gibberish here.”

"Xiaorou..." The old man in Tang suit was not angry. He waved to stop the woman. He said to Xiao Fei: "This little master, why do you say that I am sick?"

"Grandpa!" said the beautiful woman. "You don't care about him. There are too many reports on the online TV like him. If you see someone, you are sick, and you have disasters at home. It is alarmist, let others fear." Then take the opportunity to blackmail someone else's money."

"You are talking about others, I think he is a little different from others." The old man laughed. The old man lived for seven or eighty years, and the granddaughter said the tricks, of course he knew. Not only did I know, but I used it before.

But he saw that it was different from Xiao Fei’s eyes. When confronted with him, Xiao Fei not only did not blink, but it was very real. The old man is getting older, and the eyesight of the person is much more powerful than the granddaughter.

"Xiaorou, anyway, I am fine today, it is originally breathable, and it is no harm to listen to him." The old man turned his head and said, "Little master, you talk about it, how do you see that my body is sick?" ”

"You call me a small master, then prove that you believe me?" Xiao Fei said with great joy, he used to sell medicinal herbs, gave people fortune telling, and did not believe that he had too many people, said: "I am from your air transport. See it?"

"You will look good?" The old man was shocked.

"He is so young, will he know what to look for?" At this time, the beautiful woman said disdainfully, turning her head to Xiao Fei, said indifferently: "I see that you have no money to eat, and then come out and pretend to be a monk to lie." In Huadu, is there a liar like you?"

"Grandpa, let's go back, you are in poor health, you can't stay outside." Turned around and said to the old man.

In the face of women's disdain, Xiao Fei is not angry. As long as he is not really angry, he can still be calm.

Of course, if someone really angers him, then you will suffer. If you have a voluptuous attack on your body, you must take a stick and hit someone. And once the real battle is up, it will be a victory. It is like this that you have Dharma and fight against Buddha.

"Little Master, you don't have to pay attention to her. Is it that I spoiled her?" The old man glanced at his granddaughter and said to Xiao Fei.

Humph! Hearing that Grandpa actually accused himself of being a young monk, the beautiful woman’s life was very uncomfortable.

"Female donor, you don't believe in a small monk, that is to prove that you have no good fortune." Xiao Fei said faintly.

He used to sell the jewelry used by the emperor's medicinal herbs to sell the fairy, and no one believed it. It is these people who have no chance to see the naked eye, and the loss is not a small monk. The Buddha can be a sentient being, but not everyone has a fate.