The black dragon head turned around and wanted to attack Ye Bufan, but his seven-inch position had been firmly nailed by Ye Bufan, so he had to work hard to break free.
Ye Bufan also knew that the black dragon was an illusion formed by Yin Qi, and he didn't have much fear in his heart.
However, even if it was an illusion, the shock he felt when he broke free was real.
If the old man hadn't had the foresight to ask the host to prepare a table of food for Ye Bufan, even Ye Bufan himself wouldn't have been able to guarantee that he would have the physical strength to deal with this black dragon illusion.
Lao Dao guarded the white tiger position in the yard, which was also a very important position for the black dragon.
If he lost this position, the entire black dragon would lose its restraints, which would put greater pressure on Ye Bufan.
With a light move of his feet, the small cloth bag that Lao Dao had just placed flat on the ground was in Lao Dao's hands.
He took out a small blood-red bottle from the bag.
Lao Tao poured the water in the bottle onto the ground, and the black dragon's body shook.
Trembling, it disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"ah" Ye Bufan fell to the ground as if he was relieved.
This shocked the male owner who had just hid in the room due to the strong wind, and quickly came out to check.
"Little master, what's wrong with you?"
These so-called illusions are formed by the gathering of evil spirits.
Ordinary people who have not practiced the Hunyuan Mind Method cannot see them at all, and they can only feel the strong wind and a black cloud weighing on their heads.
The old man packed up the small cloth bag and said to the male host: "Don't touch him.
Let him lie down for a while.
You first ask your wife to prepare a table of food.
The food should be lighter."
The male host was already frightened by the scene just now, and asked in surprise: "Didn't this little master just eat it?"
"Just prepare when I ask you to prepare.
There is so much nonsense."
The old man was unhappy again.
The male host was scolded by the old Taoist and did not dare to speak.
He had to ask his wife to prepare some vegetarian food so that Ye Bufan could have a few bites when he woke up.
The old man sat down in the main room and waved to the male host to come over.
He was frightened by the scene just now and walked to the old man in awe.
He no longer had the arrogance he had when they first met.
"Master, am I at peace here?"
The old Taoist didn't say anything.
He took out a piece of yellow paper from his pocket and spread it on the Eight Immortals table: "Write down your son's birthday and birth date."
The male host did not dare to neglect, and wrote his son's birthday and birth date on the yellow paper honestly, and handed it to the old man respectfully.
"Your horoscope is not very good, your master.
When you meet someone with a destiny that is like death and ghosts, and your house is also uneasy, there are actually four yin points on the four corners.
With the trend of this house, your family will be unlucky.
This misfortune will not be easy for the young master."
The male host had been shocked by the old man just now, and now he suddenly heard that his precious son would be doomed.
His feet suddenly softened, and he fell to his knees with a plop, shouting: "Go to the old god to save the child's life, I Wang Dali begs you."
The old Taoist had already seen from the horoscope that the child could escape this disaster, but as a fortune teller, he could not block his own financial path, so he just made a nonsense statement that Wang Dali's son would have a hard time surviving the disaster.
Now he saw Wang Dali knelt down to ask for help, and his heart softened.
He gently helped Wang Dali up and sighed: "Thank you for meeting me, otherwise no one could have saved your son's life."
Hearing the old Taoist say that his son could still be saved, Wang Dali quickly invited the old Taoist to sit down at the upper end of the living room, and went to the kitchen to make a cup of fragrant tea in person.
After taking a sip of tea, the old Taoist praised: "It's good.
I can still drink the best Yuqian Longjing in this remote place.
It's not in vain that I made this trip."
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After just a slight taste, the old Taoist said that this cup of tea was made from Yuqian Longjing.
This made Wang Dali even more aware that the old Taoist's ability was extraordinary, and the reverence and conviction in his heart increased a lot.
Wang Dali cared more about his son's life than the well-informed old Taoist.
Seeing that the old Taoist was still savoring the tea, he couldn't help but feel anxious.
He wanted to ask, but he was afraid of affecting the old Taoist's elegance, so he had to hold his breath.
Wait for the old man to finish drinking.
"Ouch, my head hurts so much."
Ye Bufan rubbed his head and got up from the ground, then quickly ran to the main room and said to the old man: "Master, are you okay?"
Hearing that the first thing Ye Bufan did when he woke up was to ask about his situation, the old Taoist nodded with satisfaction.
It was a coincidence that Wang Dali's wife started bringing out various vegetarian foods from the kitchen at this time.
After all the tossing just now, Ye Bufan had already pressed his chest against his back.
Now in front of the delicious food, Ye Bufan had already ignored his manners.
He picked up the rice bowl on the table and started to pull it hard.
"Eat slowly, kid, no one will compete with you."
Although Wang Dali didn't know why Ye Bufan fainted just now, judging from the scene, it must be related to his own affairs.
At this time, Ye Bufan was already hungry, and he couldn't care less about being reserved.
Although it was just a table of vegetarian food, it couldn't stop him from shooting left and right, which surprised Wang Dali, who was watching him eat.
You know, not long ago, , Ye Bufan ate a table full of food.
"What he did just now consumed an extraordinary amount of physical strength.
For him, replenishing his physical strength is the most important thing now.
Just let him do it."
The old Taoist didn't seem to care about Ye Bufan's overeating, but continued to drink Yuqian Longjing with a cup in hand.
It seemed that all this was within his expectation.
Ye Bufan finally finished the food on the table in front of him, then wiped his mouth and took a breath: "I'm so hungry."
"Have eaten."
The old Taoist handed the yellow paper with birth date written on it to Ye Bufan: "You take a look at this first."
Looking at the yellow paper handed over by the old man, Ye Bufan's expression slowly became serious, which frightened Wang Dali, who was standing quietly beside him.
"Master, this is a very bad destiny.
Compared with my destiny, it is even worse."
Ye Bufan has long been familiar with this horoscope fortune test.
The old Taoist has always been very satisfied with Ye Bufan's ability in this area.
Now when he heard Ye Bufan say that Wang Dali's son's destiny is more dangerous than his own, he smiled slightly.
This is actually what he wanted. answer.
Both the big and small Taoist priests had the same caliber.
This frightened Wang Dali who was standing beside him.
He asked obediently: "I wonder if the master can solve it?"
This time, before the old Taoist opened his mouth, Ye Bufan spoke first: "No, I will change my destiny against the will of heaven.
This will shorten my master's life."
Ye Bufan did not deceive Wang Dali.
Changing one's fate against the will of heaven is against the harmony of heaven and earth.
Although there is no evidence to prove that it will shorten one's lifespan, many fortune tellers are generally very cautious.
Some things are not afraid of ten thousand, but just in case.
Avoid it as much as possible.
"Master, I will contribute the money.
Although my family is in some decline now, I still have some spare money, so I will use it as payment for Master's hard work."
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Lao Dao and Ye Bufan exchanged a look, and both of them understood it.
They had planned this trick before, but when they used it here today, it actually had an effect.
The old Taoist stood up and Ye Bufan tried to stop him, but Wang Dali gently pushed him away.
"Bufan, have you forgotten what I told you before?"
Old Daoyi looked at Bai Jiafan righteously: "The purpose of learning physiognomy is to help these people who are in trouble.
If you can't even do this, then What else are you learning from me?”
Wang Dali burst into tears after hearing this, while Ye Bufan looked at Lao Dao's serious look and suppressed the smile that wanted to burst out, pretending to be educated and followed behind Lao Tao.
Wang Dali took the two of them to a small house in the backyard.
Before they even approached the house, Ye Bufan felt a chill coming over him.
It seemed that there were a lot of things going on in this house.
"Bufan, did you see a white snake just now?"
The old Taoist whispered in Ye Bufan's ear.
Ye Bufan said honestly: "Yes."
"This is strange.
Logically speaking, there should be four strands of evil energy in these four directions.
Now only one appears, where will the other three strands go?"
Thinking of this, the old Taoist started to pinch his fingers and chant, and suddenly his face changed drastically. , pointed to the house where Wang Dali’s son lived and asked: “Your house is built on a tomb.”
The words of the old Taoist made Wang Dali's face change greatly: "Master is really a god, when we first built the house, there was really a big tomb here.
I asked many people, but no one knew the owner of this tomb.
I had no choice but to find it.
The tomb was dug up, a good place was chosen, and the golden bones inside were relocated. " "You're confused," the old Taoist scolded: "Your house was originally built in the land of the four yins, and now you have dug up this evil place, causing the yin energy to leak out.
If it weren't for your wife's yang energy, your house would have been destroyed."
The family is dead."
"Then is it too late for me to move?"
"It's late."
The old Taoist's words were like a blow to the head.
Wang Dali was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground and looked at the house where his son lived with straight eyes.
"but."
The old Taoist knew this well, and he slowly said this but, which made Wang Dali look at the old Taoist miserably as if he saw a bright light on the sea.
"But because your son is nourished by this yin energy, he can live for such a long time.
It's a blessing in disguise."
Wang Dali pointed to the house and asked: "Master is saying that if my son didn't live in this four-yin place, he might have died long ago."
"Well, your son's horoscope has four pillars that are all Yang, and this house is a horizontal house.
As the old saying goes: when the house is horizontal, it will hurt the young man.
I wonder if Uncle Wang has had a child before."
As soon as Ye Bufan said these words, Wang Dali's eyebrows jumped, and it took him a long time to say: "I gave birth to two babies before, and they died before they were a month old."
"Hey, this is all fate."
The old Taoist said regretfully.
"Please help me, Master."
At this time, Wang Dali's eyes were filled with prayers.
The old Taoist didn't answer, but pointed to Wang Dali's son's room with his hand and said, "Go in and take a look first."
When the three of them walked into the room, they all felt an eerie atmosphere inexplicably, especially Wang Dali, who trembled involuntarily.
"It's strange, this room hasn't been so cold in the past few days."
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