Fortune Teller Master Chapter 46.1

Published at 27th of September 2021 07:37:50 PM

Chapter 46: Yang Dashuai (Part 1)

March 29, 2021Ai Hrist

As soon as they came back, Old Huang saw a group of people sitting there, his eyes burned in excitement. He quickly pointed his finger to Lin Qingyin, who was in the middle and said: “Comrade Police, that little girl spread feudal superstitions. She gave people fortune-telling. Her divination costs more than 1000 yuan, which is too dark!”

Chen Lele and Zhu Yao were a little puzzled. The Little Master wouldn’t be able to predict such an event, so why didn’t they leave quickly? If they actually encountered the fortune-telling scene in the past, they would really have to bring people back to the police station. While the policemen hesitating, there was a sudden burst of laughter from the crowd, and then someone shouted excitedly: “It’s too funny, and then?”

The two policemen looked at each other and then walked over there quickly. After hearing what Lin Qingyin said, their hanging hearts fell halfway. The Little Master was actually telling everyone a story. It was a story about fortune-telling in ancient times. The story was as exciting as if they were listening to the stand-up comedy.

Lin Qingyin didn’t seem to notice that the four people were the same and continued slowly telling her story. In her previous life, she had never gone out to practice, but many disciples had gone to the mortal world to practice. Knowing that she loves to listen to something new, they told her about fun and interesting things. Lin Qingyin can speak for decades without repeating the same event.

When Lin Qingyin talked about the most exciting moments with great affection, she suddenly stopped, sat cross-legged on the ground, and smiled at Chen Lele and Zhu Yao: “What’s the matter?”

Chen Lele stretched out his hand to carry the stunned old Huang and asked him with a smile, “When did storytelling become spreading of feudal superstition? Explain it to me! Otherwise, you are making a false report!”

This time, Old Huang couldn’t make a clear statement, so he busily reputed: “No, she’s fortune-telling, she’s still doing it just now!”

“It’s a fortune-telling story. Who stipulated that the storytelling should be restricted with such genre?” Chen Lele gave him a blank look, then turned to ask the dozens of people sitting next to Lin Qingyin: “What are you doing here?”

Everyone replied in unison: “Listening to the story!”

“Have you seen anyone doing fortune-telling here just now?”

“I didn’t see it!”

Old Huang was about to cry. He couldn’t find the mother and daughter who had just ask for fortune-telling just now. He couldn’t help but jump in anger: “You all sheltering her. She is giving divination just now, she collected the money. I saw it all!”

“What did you see?” Aunt Li, a loyal fan of Lin Qingyin, stood up and sprayed Old Huang’s face: “Isn’t it you who are cheating people? Stop talking nonsense here!”

Old Huang took two steps back embarrassedly, and pointed at Aunt Lin, and cursed: “You old woman, you better stop opening your mouth and talk nonsense. I’m a person of status! Do you know that you are slandering me if you talk like this?”

“A person of status? Why didn’t I know that a liar has a status?” A person in his forties suddenly stood up and walked out from the crowd, then sneered: “Master Huang, I haven’t had time to go to you to settle the account. It’s good that I ran into you here!”

Old Huang looked at the person in front of him in a daze. He was stunned as soon as he recognized this person. This person had asked him to read Feng Shui last month and bought some Feng Shui tools. That was his biggest business transaction in recent months.

“Comrade Police, my name is Zhang Dahe, and I want to report this person’s fraud under my name!” Zhang Dahe pointed his finger to Old Huang and said: “Last month I met this so-called Master Huang when I went to see my teacher. He said I was covered with bad luck and will encounter blood disaster, then I was dragged to his studio to do fortune-telling. In the end, he said there is something wrong with the Feng Shui of my place, so I bought a bunch of feng shui artifacts for more than 1,800 yuan, plus his fortune-telling which cost me 3000 yuan in total!”

Old Huang looked at the two policemen who were looking at him with a bad expression on the face. He waved his hand to explain: “Mr. Zhang, you can’t suddenly spit out blood to people. We clearly made a deal about what you want. How can you say it’s a fraud?”

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