night.

Mu Bingtian and Wang Yaru sat at home waiting for Mu Ran and Luo Fan to come back. The dining table was already full of food, and it was obvious that they had been carefully prepared.

Waiting around, the couple waited until seven o'clock, but they didn't see Mu Ran and Luo Fan back, and Wang Yaru couldn't help it.

"Can he keep his word?" she asked, "I turned against us on the day of divorce. Do you still expect him to have a good face for you now?"

Mu Bingtian didn't say anything, and he also had this concern.

The two sat down for a while.

"You said, what ability does Luo Fan really have?" Wang Yaru asked.

Mu Bingtian shook his head and said, "He said he would ask Ranran to go to Jinbaozhai to find him. Lao Sun also said that Jinbaozhai was Master Feng's shop, so it would not be so coincidental."

"But I always feel it's a bit mysterious?" Wang Yaru was a little unbelievable.

"I thought about it almost the same as you before. If my father hadn't known the master Luo Fan to move to the ancestral grave, I would have never had any contact with it!" Mu Bingtian sighed.

"If Luo Fan really has some real skills, have we misunderstood before?"

In the end, they still couldn't wait for Luo Fan. Mu Ran returned home alone. Luo Fan just sent it to the door and watched her walk into the villa and left.

Mu Ran was inevitably questioned.

"You said you went to Luo Fan's house?" Mu Bingtian asked, "Don't he have no place to live in Jiangcheng? Where is his house?"

"It's in the alley next to Wenwan Street, it's quite a big yard!" Mu Ran recalled, "The house looks quite old and quaint, just like the ones played on TV, so beautiful!"

What is this place?

Mu Bingtian recalled the residences near Jiangcheng Wenwan Street. It was indeed a bit historical year. There were many old houses, but they were almost dilapidated and could not be lived in, otherwise they would have been covered up later.

I really haven't paid attention to the old building that Mu Ran said.

However, maybe there are a few well-preserved buildings inside.

"Oh, the most interesting thing is that there is a door hanging outside his door like in ancient times!" Mu Ran said suddenly, "I don't know the words above!"

"I have a door-head, but I don't know the words? Then you always remember a few words!" Wang Yaru asked with a funny look.

"Of course I remember this, three words, the last one looks like a loft, but I'm not sure, and I didn't pay much attention at that time." Mu Ran said.

When Mu Bingtian heard this, he was about to ask something again, but unexpectedly, Mu Ran's cell phone suddenly rang. She took it out and looked at it, and stood up, "Xiaoya phone, I won't tell you anymore, I'll go back to the room!"

After saying that, Mu Ran walked upstairs while talking on the phone.

"I just said that Luo Fan is not a fuel-efficient lamp. If he really had such a yard, why hadn't he heard him say it in our family for three years? If he was really so rich and background, could he remain silent in our family for years and wait until the day of divorce before the attack?" Wang Yaru said angrily.

"I will figure it out!" Mu Bingtian answered thoughtfully.

After seeing Mu Ran off, Luo Fan walked back to Wenwan Street and saw that Jin Baozhai was still open, so he walked in.

"Send it back?" Feng Bugui asked with a smile when he saw Luo Fan coming.

Luo Fan nodded, and saw Feng Bugui sorting out his fragments, and sat next to him and watched, "Old Feng, I said you are a Jinbaozhai, just a few magic weapons?"

"Your master left a lot for me back then, and so much left after so many years!" Feng Bugui stopped his movements and looked at Luo Fan, "I said, are you just watching my magic weapon consumed every day?"

Luo Fan smiled, put down his hair that had been tied for a day, and leaned on the chair, "Okay! I'm going to Guanglong Temple tomorrow, so you can prepare more items!"

There are several ways to form magic tools. The best one is of course some natural treasures formed by nature, which are hard to find.

Secondly, artificially find a place of good fortune, and then arrange a formation to continuously attract the surrounding auspicious energy, put some objects in it, and form them after a period of time. This is also the most commonly used method by Taoist priests or Feng Shui masters with profound Taoism.

Secondly, it is consecrated by Buddhism, made by offering sacrifices in front of the Buddha, and influenced by Buddhist scriptures through incense and the vows of sentient beings.

The last one is that the monks who have attained enlightenment have obtained it all year round and can be found in their hands. Just like the first one, it is hard to find.

Luo Fan is talking about the third type. Although the magic weapon obtained by this method is not as good as others, for people like Luo Fan and Feng Bugui, it is enough to arrange a Feng Shui bureau for customers.

It was getting late, and Luo Fan didn't stay much. After Feng Bugui sent Luo Fan out, he turned around and closed the store and began to churn small objects that were about to be made into magic weapons.

The next day, Luo Fan came over early in the morning, and Feng Bugui had already packed up and waited for him.

After having breakfast, the two drove straight to Guanglong Temple.

Today is not a weekend, but Guanglong Temple seems to be a little more lively than usual.

When the parking lot came out, Luo Fan and Feng Buguiyi's gray and black Chinese-style clothes attracted a lot of attention, especially Luo Fan, who was tall, had long hair and was combed into a ponytail at the back, looking particularly fairy-like.

Feng Bugui is a little fat, but his face is kind and gentle, and he looks more like a profound Taoist practice.

"I'll take one step first!" Feng Bugui said.

"What are you doing?" Luo Fan asked.

"Every time I walk in with you, I feel like a bully entering the village. You should spare my old bones!" Feng Bugui said, regardless of what Luo Fan said, leaving first on his own.

Luo Fan smiled and did not stop him. He went to the lively stall at the door without stopping him.

At the entrance of the parking lot, a black business car drove in. Shen Mingkun got out of the car, watched his subordinates take out a wheelchair from the car, and then carried Shen Shengwen from the car to the wheelchair.

Then, a thin old man got out of the car, dressed in gray clothes, wearing sunglasses, and a gray goatee.

Shen Mingkun stepped forward and helped him, "Mr. Bai, please wait!"

"Yes!" The old man was the blind man who Shen Mingkun specially invited.

Bai Xiaozi was sixty or seventy years old and became famous very early. People in the martial arts world said that he made a direct decision and had a very accurate fortune-telling. The rule is to only make three hexagrams every day.

Shen Mingkun did not believe in God, Buddhism, nor Feng Shui, but he believed in this blind man.

The last time he came out of Guanglong Temple, he went straight to Bai Xiaozi with the money.

After hearing Shen Mingkun talk about the causes and consequences, Bai Xiaozi asserted that someone should be behind the scenes of his family.

No matter how Shen Mingkun thought it was Luo Fan.

After hearing Luo Fan's age and identity, Bai Xiaozi snorted coldly, "Children Huangkou, don't follow the right path. If I see him, I will definitely make him look good!"

Therefore, Shen Mingkun invited Bai Xiaozi back home. Today, according to Master Wunian's words, he sent Chen Shengwen, who was reluctant to do so.

They left the parking lot and walked slowly forward from the middle of the shop and street stall in front of the steps.

"It's just right to come here today, and a few old friends just happened to say hello!" said Bai Xiaozi.

"Oh? An old friend? Is it a monk in the temple?" Shen Mingkun asked.

"No!" Bai Xiaozi shook his head, "They are all the best in our vocation, and they usually make a living outside Guanglong Temple!"

"Oh!" Shen Mingkun understood.

There are many fortune tellers outside Guanglong Temple, but I don’t know how many people have the ability to do such a blind man.

"Don't underestimate these stalls!" As if he knew Shen Mingkun's thoughts, Bai Xiaozi said, "The real person does not show his appearance, and the real person does not show his appearance. We cannot just look at the appearance in this industry..."

Bai Xiaozi was still popularizing the affairs of the world for Shen Mingkun, and there was a stall not far ahead.

The stall owner is a thin middle-aged man. In order to improve his appearance, he even dressed up a few inches of black beard. Although he was wearing a pair of clothes, he suddenly looked a little bit.

However, people have to die, and goods have to be thrown away!

With Luo Fan's backing, the stall owner will definitely show off one buyer and another seller.

When Luo Fan appeared, he was looking at a woman's bones. The next second, the woman felt a gust of wind blowing and the stall owner disappeared. Only a piece of paper on the table fell to the ground.

Luo Fan was stunned for a moment, and his hand, who had just wanted to say hello, retracted and touched his nose, then looked at another stall.

As a result, the stall owner ran faster than the one just now.

Next place, I seemed to hear someone shouting: "Oh my god! That brat is here again!"

Then, all the fortune telling stall owners on this road ran away.

The people who didn't know the truth thought that someone was coming to catch the feudal superstitious activities!

"What's going on?" asked Bai Xiaozi, whether the news was big or small.

Shen Mingkun also found something was wrong. After looking closely, wasn’t the figure in front of him the one he hated?

"Mr. Bai, the young man I told you was right in front!" Shen Mingkun's eyes showed hatred.

Chen Shengwen also saw Luo Fan in a wheelchair, "You can meet this Sangmen Star wherever you go!"

"Don't be afraid! I'm there!" How could the blind man let go of the opportunity to show himself!

"Mr. Bai, this kid is very evil!" Shen Mingkun reminded.

"It's okay, I want to see how capable he is!"

As he spoke, the group walked behind Luo Fan, who was still inexplicably still, and stopped.

"Hey! What about you? What about you? A good dog doesn't block the way!" Chen Shengwen didn't know what he thought, and cursed Luo Fan's words that day.

Luo Fan turned around and was amused, "Sorry, I'm blocking the dog's way!" He gave in to the side and reached out to make a request.

The people around were watching the fun quickly and they made a "puff" music.

It took a while before Chen Shengwen realized that Luo Fan was calling him a dog and was immediately angry again.

"you……"

"Okay!" Bai Xiaozi stopped Chen Shengwen and turned to Luo Fan, "How could the words be so fast that a man's real man do it?"
To be continued...