Especially at Huahualiu Street at night, Sun Wukong couldn't help but love the dizzy and dazzling lanterns, the screaming Baihua Lane, the whistling opera hall, and the gambler in Kazakhs.

Perhaps this noisy thing can give Sun Wukong a little comfort to the withered mood of a spiritual singer for a long time?

It was still Huahualiu Street, or at night, Sun Wukong's figure appeared in front of a very narrow fortune telling hall on the easternmost part of Huahualiu Street.

Sun Wukong sat on a very short stool, staring with big longing eyes, and looking desperate, and asked a shriveled fortune teller sitting in front of him.

"Master, let's calculate for me today. When will I become famous? I have been selling miserable, pretending to be cute, funny, shaking my head, singing and waiting on the curb, playing beggars under the bridge hole, pulling a cart and doing all the heroic routines, and others can become popular, why can't I become popular? Master, I dream of becoming a super big spirit singer!"

The old fortune teller pulled his beard with his hands, closed his eyes halfway, shook his head and said slowly, "Young man, you have asked this question here for fifty times. To be honest, you are not tired of it. I am tired of it, even if you ask something else, such as marriage?"

Sun Wukong shook his head and asked persistently, "Master, I'm not interested in anything else, I just want to know when I will become famous."

"Oh!" the old fortune teller sighed, "Young man, you are too obsessed with it. This person's fortune is not a hurry. I advise you to be at ease and you will soon be as you wish."

"Soon? Not long after, again! Master, I want to know a very certain day. After all, I am already eating dirt at the moment." Sun Wukong said anxiously.

"Eat dirt?" The old fortune teller was stunned.

"Eating soil is..." Sun Wukong wanted to explain, but he stopped talking. After all, speaking mentally ill words to an elderly man in the Tang Dynasty is as difficult as forcing a cat to learn to bark.

"Master, don't worry about what eating soil means. The key point is to tell me when it will be popular soon. I can prepare to spend money. I also have a big girl, a little wife, and a little girl, a little Langnie...!"

The old fortune teller looked at Sun Wukong's almost crazy state and hurriedly stopped him and said, "Young man, listen to the advice of the uncle. Don't ruin yourself at a young age. The old saying goes, there are other roads that are not open to this road. There are tens of millions of roads, and you can't hang yourself from a tree..."

Before the fortune teller could finish his speech, a voice that sounded about thirty years old struck the fortune teller.

"You are right, you can't hang yourself from a tree. Try to change to other trees, such as willow, peach, pear, arithmetic, and functions."

After saying that, he laughed and then a 1.7-meter-old man, holding a small smoke snake in his mouth, squatted in front of Sun Wukong and the old fortune teller with a smile.

When Sun Wukong looked at the man, he gave him a look in disgust and said, "Damn! Niu Sanbao, go there, make trouble, fortune telling!"

Niu Sanbao curled his lips and glanced at Sun Wukong without saying anything to him, and half of his words stuck in his throat. His expression was a bit uncomfortable. Then he put his mouth close to Sun Wukong's ear and whispered, "I'll say you, the Great Spirit Singer..."

Sun Wukong said with a stern look, "Don't call me the Great Spirit Singer, I haven't achieved it yet, call me my name, damn it! It's actually piercing my heart."

Niu Sanbao shrugged his shoulders and burst into laughter, nodded quickly and continued to whisper, "Huaqing, is it funny, believe in fortune telling? If you are full, you will become mentally retarded. Fortune-telling Baba is twenty-five cents a meal, and your fortune will still depend on your own bet. Spending this spare money is not as good as teasing the girl in Baihua Lane!"

"Get out, don't make things difficult for me, the master is very good, I will soon become popular." Sun Wukong whispered.

"Come on, who can't say such words? I can't just say it. You can just talk to this old man dozens of times. None of them are all these words. I'm sick! Let's go, and I'll sit for a while and I'll have another twenty-five cents."

Niu Sanbao muttered in a low voice, and a pair of mice kept squeezing at Sun Wukong, and shone his eyes to signal him to leave.

However, Sun Wukong's butt was nailed to the stool, and Niu Sanbao kept silent. He remained unmoved and replied to Niu Sanbao in a low voice, "The master is a good master, the uncle is a good uncle. The old man is solving my problems. There is nothing else to do, I will persuade me."

"Damn, I'm stubborn." Niu Sanbao looked at Sun Wukong with an incurable look and sat in the place with anger, competing with the smoke in his mouth. At the same time, he glanced at the fortune teller with an angry and suspicious look.

The old fortune teller naturally could see that Niu Sanbao was particularly prejudiced to him. He was not angry and didn't care how Niu Sanbao looked at him. He smiled slightly and said to Sun Wukong calmly, "Young man, I won't go around in circles with you and keep it a secret. Just today, just tonight, go home and sit on the bed and wait, and you will have good luck."

The old fortune teller said it was very sure. Of course, Niu Sanbao believed that his statement was just to be angry with him and to compete in secret.

After Sun Wukong heard the words from the old fortune teller's mouth, his heart flew up excitedly. He began to be crazy happy, excited, and laughed, and then kept making somersaults in front of the old fortune teller. The passersby stopped and continued to scold him for a moment.

Niu Sanbao looked at the old fortune teller with his eyes that he would never believe it. He was dissatisfied with his dissatisfaction and showed off his face.

After that, Sun Wukong was not so crazy, so he threw fifty dollars to the old fortune teller and pulled Niu Sanbao to jump to the west of Huahualiu Street happily.

The old fortune teller looked at Sun Wukong's back as he left happily, shook his head helplessly and sighed and said in a low voice, "Oh! This child thought it was a good thing. It seemed gorgeous, but in fact it was flashy. Even if you would think it was the result of your perseverance, alas!"

After the old fortune teller finished speaking, he slowly stood up from the stool, then turned around and approached the fortune telling hall behind him.

In an alley west of Huahualiu Street, the house that Sun Wukong rents is at the deepest point. Niu Sanbao rents the house with him, and he is Sun Wukong's neighbor.

Two years ago, Sun Wukong came to Baidu County from the Yakura County, thousands of miles away, for his dream of the Spirit God Singer.

In the past two years, Sun Wukong has been persisting, from the beginning of his abundant arrival in Baidu County, and now he only has the dream of this spiritual singer.

Because Sun Wukong has been thinking about how he became popular in the Tang Dynasty and became a singer of the Spirit God in the past two years, and he did not think about anything else, for example, the money he brought from his family would be less and less, until he ate dirt.

After returning to the rental house, Sun Wukong sat on the bed waiting for good luck to come.

"It's going to be popular, it's going to be popular, it's going to become a spiritual god singer!" Sun Wukong kept shouting excitedly in his heart.

The medium-sized spiritual god sundial hanging on the earthen wall made a clattering sound, and the spiritual god pointer dragged the time, making the night deeper and deeper.

When the spiritual god pointer reached midnight, Sun Wukong, who was sleepy by the bed, was suddenly awakened by his super spiritual god communication instrument.

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Chapter completed!