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Long Erfu sat down again, picked up the teapot, and poured tea for Zhang Wei. Then he poured tea for himself and said, "Sir, since you don't blame me for my rude remarks, if it is convenient, could you tell me something to clarify my doubts?" ?”

He is a physiognomist, and all he has learned in his life is here. Judging from what he has learned in the past and decades of experience, Zhang Fear should be a dead man. So when he passed by the inn, he just glanced at it unintentionally and discovered that When he saw something strange in it, he saw Zhang Ping, as if he saw a corpse walking. Of course, he was full of surprise and naturally wanted to find out.

Speaking of which, Long Er is definitely a strange person. He was able to talk to others not long after he was born. Later, he had various fateful encounters and learned the skills of physiognomy. From then on, whenever he opened his mouth, there was nothing wrong with it. Therefore, he was very confident about his own He is extremely confident in physiognomy. It is precisely because of this confidence that he is confused by the existence of Zhang Wei.

Hearing Long Er's question, Zhang was afraid that he would not answer immediately, so he thought about it and asked: "You are a fortune teller, do you believe in ghosts and gods? Do you believe in magical powers?" Long Er said with a smile: "I am a fortune teller, so naturally I have to believe in it. There are theories about ghosts and supernatural powers, but there are always rules in the world. As the book says, people have six paths and their talents are divided into three realms. Whether ghosts or gods, they always have their own world, which has nothing to do with us; even me, Tiekou's calculations are only about luck, and he never talks about ghosts and gods. I don't know what you mean by asking this? "

Zhang Awei shook his head. After hearing what he said, he knew that this guy didn't really believe in ghosts and gods. He only believed in ghosts and gods because he had magical arithmetic skills and he couldn't explain it himself.

Originally, Zhang Ain thought that if Long Er believed in ghosts and gods, he would tell him about reviving corpses, but since he didn't believe it, there was no use telling him. He immediately replied: "I have something to ask Mr. Long, but it's just too complicated. It’s too mysterious, I’m afraid that my husband won’t believe me, so I’ll ask this question.”

Long Er became interested and said softly: "Sir, just tell me if you have something to do. Long Er will tell you everything you gain."

Long Er wanted to understand the reason why Zhang Ai was so dead and wanted to exchange this question. Of course Zhang Ai understood this, so he smiled and said: "I have five close relatives who are no longer in this world. I want to ask sir, when will to be able to see them again”

The question was very vague. When Long Er heard it, he thought it was because Zhang was afraid that five of his relatives had died and missed them very much. He asked himself how long it would be before his deadline. Although this way of asking was a bit strange, but at the end of the day, it was nothing more than this. That meant, Long Er smiled bitterly and replied: "Logically speaking, judging from your appearance, sir, you should be together, but I don't know why you didn't go to that world. This question is quite difficult for you, and you can't answer it right no matter how you answer it. Why don't you do this, sir?" Please throw this, and then ask sir to detect the palm prints, and at the same time feel the pulse, and then ask sir to write a word."

Long Er was a master of arithmetic, and of course he didn't just read faces and talk. He took out two polished copper coins and put them on the table. He went out to greet the waiter to prepare paper and pen, and then he stood and refused to sit down.

Hearing Long Er's request, Zhang Ain smiled, picked up two copper coins, weighed them twice, then threw them high, only to hear two thumps, and the coins fell on the table.

Seeing the copper coins falling, Long Er was shocked and said in a low voice: "How could this happen?"

The table they were drinking tea on was a simple wooden table. This inn was not a luxurious place, and this room was just an ordinary house, so the utensils in the house were not very particular. The table was just the most common square wooden table made of wide wooden boards. Because the table has been used for a long time, the table is a little loose, and the wooden board on the tabletop has cracks. Long Er's copper coins have been rubbed by people for a long time and are very smooth. They are slightly thinner than normal copper coins and are much smoother.

Most people throw copper coins to tell fortunes. They usually hold two coins lightly, close to the table and gently open their hands, and let the coins fall randomly. You can see the difference. First, you throw them slightly into the air, and then when they fall, you add some strength. The two copper coins fell from a high place and accidentally got stuck in the cracks of the table. They all stopped standing upright.

If this kind of situation happened, it wouldn't matter to ordinary people, but Long Er was a fortune teller and would have many more things on his mind. At this time, he stared at the copper coins for a long time. Just when he was about to say something, there was a knock on the door outside the house, and a waiter shouted: " Sir, the paper and pen have been delivered.”

Long Er went over to open the door, took the pen and paper, put it on the table, but stopped talking.

Seeing him acting like this, Zhang Ain asked: "Sir, are you looking at the palm prints now? Or will it be later?"

At this time, Long Er had been staring at the two copper coins. The two coins standing up were beyond all his previous knowledge. This kind of hexagram image had never been mentioned in the hexagram book, and he had never seen it before. It is said that it should be re-thrown, but it is just a little bit different. Moreover, it is not in the hexagram book and I have never seen it. It does not mean that this kind of thing cannot happen.

Long Er looked at it for a long time, and suddenly sighed: "The two copper coins stood up together, which shows that the gentleman is not an ordinary person. This hexagram is unique in ten thousand, and the gentleman must be a unique person in ten thousand. In this way, I am It is a bit abrupt to use the method of physiognomy to determine that Mr. Wang is suffering from death energy. However, in this hexagram, the Pingqian tree indicates that Mr. Wang has encountered a great change. It is said that he is in danger of death. However, the bones are very strong, which means that Mr. Wang is suffering from death energy and still can't. The reason why I can live a good life." At this point, he took another look at Zhang Wen and then said: "In the hexagram, two coins are next to each other. What you want is to be reunited with your five relatives. There should be no problem, and it will be soon. We will meet, but it doesn’t sound nice to say it.”

At this point, Long Er didn't stop talking because Zhang Ai's relatives had already died. The hexagrams showed that they were close to each other. Could it mean that Zhang Ai would die soon? No matter how courageous Long Er is, he can't be so abrupt.

Hearing Long Er say that it was not nice to be reunited with relatives, Zhang Wen thought for a moment and said with a smile: "Mr. Cheng's good wishes."

Long Er was stunned when he heard this. Is this person crazy or something? How can it be called auspicious words? Could it be that you didn't understand the meaning of your words? I wanted to explain at the moment, but I looked at that face, then at the copper coin, and sighed: "Sir, please spread your palms."

This was palm reading. Zhang Wei smiled and spread his hands. Long Er only took a look at it and was stunned again.

The body Zhang Awe borrowed did not die for a long time. The palm prints and body skin are complete. However, it is precisely because it is so complete that even after Zhang Awe borrowed this body, it still did not change, which makes it appear slightly Somewhat weird

If such a body is seen by ordinary people, there will be no problem. It will appear according to the palm prints and make relevant comments. But Long Er is not an ordinary person. With just one glance, he can tell that there is something wrong with these hands.

Although Zhang Wear borrowed this body, he was very repelled from the bottom of his heart and disliked this body, so he simply controlled the body with his soul and did not want to treat it as his own body at all. In other words, Zhang Wear had nothing to do with this body. Completely integrated. In this way, Long Er saw the flaw. These hands were completely lifeless. Like Zhang Ai's whole body, they were wrapped in death energy. If you just looked at the hands, they were simply the hands of a dead person, so Long Er would be stunned.

Seeing such a pair of hands, Long Er had no interest in looking at the palm prints anymore. He just sighed and said: "These hands are already dead, and your face is full of death. I apologize for my incompetence. I really don't understand how you have survived until now."

Hearing this, Zhang Ain secretly thought that this person had some abilities, and immediately asked: "Based on palm prints alone, how long will it take for me to see my five relatives?"

Long Er smiled bitterly and said: "I didn't want to say it, but my husband asked me again and again. Please forgive me for talking nonsense. It is precisely because my husband always has this idea and always wants to see them that he is obsessed with death. From the bottom of my heart, my husband is already dead." "In fact, there is no need to be anxious. The principle of life is to live well. No matter how long your life is, you will never escape death. By then, sir, you will naturally be able to meet the people you want to see. At this time, you are a little too anxious."

Long Er thought about it again and again, this was the only reason that could explain Zhang Afraid's current state, so he said this

After hearing this, Zhang Awei asked: "You don't want to look at the palm prints anymore?" Long Er didn't reply immediately. He stretched out his hand to Zhang Awei's wrist, trying to understand his physical condition through his pulse. However, when he touched Zhang Awei's skin, Long Er suddenly pulled back. Withdrawing his hand, his face turned a little pale, and he asked in a cold voice: "Are you a human or a ghost?"

Zhang Ping said: "Sir, don't you believe in ghosts and gods?" Long Er said: "How can I not believe in them? Just now, I didn't say that I don't believe in ghosts and gods. What I said just now is that ghosts and gods have their own world and will not come to the human world. It’s not that I don’t believe it”

Zhang Awei smiled and said nothing, and Long Er asked: "Are you a human or a ghost?" When he checked his pulse, Zhang Awei had the body of a dead man. The skin on his wrists was cold and there was no pulse. With a pair of dead hands, he was clearly a dead man.

Zhang was afraid that he didn't answer this question, because he couldn't answer it. Could it be that he was neither a human nor a ghost? Then he changed the subject and asked, "Do you want to write another word for your husband to read?"

When Long Er heard this, he shook his head at first. At this time, he decided that Zhang was probably a dead person, but he didn't know why he could still talk and walk. He was clearly the ghost in the story who had come back to life. He was a little scared, but after shaking his head, he felt something was wrong. He immediately nodded and said, "Write one."

Zhang Ping said yes, spread out the paper, picked up the pen and gently wrote the character Zhang. This was his last name, the first character that came up in an instant.

Seeing the black words slowly appearing on the white paper, Long Er sighed: "You must be a dead person. Tell me, how can you talk, do, walk, and eat?" After saying this, he sat down on the chair, feeling most of his heart. All afraid

He should be afraid. How could he not be afraid when he saw a dead person speaking and writing in front of him? There was just one thing. Zhang was afraid that he didn't know how he saw it, so he asked out of curiosity: "How do you say this word?"

Long Er smiled bitterly and said: "First of all, when I pick up the pen, my wrist is stiff and my fingers are stiff, but the word is written very elegantly. It shows that you are very familiar with this word and can write it well no matter how much physical damage you suffer."

Zhang Wei shook his head when he heard this. What is the reason for this? To be continued)

Chapter 1,779 of the Monk's Notes: Long Er speaks

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