Whether it was Wang Jingzhe or Tang Da, no one expected that they would come from being unaware of each other to being hostile, and then to meeting each other, so quickly that it would catch people off guard and incredible.

But to put it bluntly, this is the long-cherished wish in the dark. Some things are destined, that are destined to happen, and they cannot escape them.

It was just that there was no preparation, and then the sudden meeting made people speechless.

There is a temple in Sichuan where the king and his ministers worship together is called Wuhou Temple. It is very famous and mainly comes from two historical legends, Zhuge Liang and Liu Bei. Therefore, most people who come to Sichuan will come to see it. Although the price of the ticket is not inferior to the scenery inside, it is essential for visitors to see it, and basically no one will run away. It is not the first time Wang Jingzhe has come to Sichuan and is not the first time he has been to Wuhou Temple, so he is not very interested in it and thinks it is just that. However, this time he came to Wuhou Temple is a little different from the past.

This year, the integer sacrifice for Zhuge Liang's birthday is just around the corner, that is, the year of five and ten. Therefore, the Wuhou Temple usually holds activities to commemorate Zhuge Liang this year. People who worship this historical figure will also come to pay homage to him, especially those who believe in Feng Shui and fortune telling. Because Zhuge Liang's efforts in these two aspects are very authentic. He also created many legends in the Three Kingdoms Contest. Wang Jingzhe once used a time ago. The Eight Gate Golden Lock Formation originated from Zhuge Liang's creation, so he also admired this Wuhou Lord. After all, he had used things passed down by others.

When Wang Jingzhe came to Wuhou Temple today, he came with great interest, because among the people who came to pay homage to Zhuge Wuhou, two-thirds were ordinary people watching the fun, but one-third had some skills, that was those who read Feng Shui and fortune-telling. He wanted to see these colleagues, after all, these were all the skills of people who bought knives to watch their families and eat.

Although he has been in his old business for more than a year, and has never sold kitchen knives, he must not forget his nature.

There are two places in the middle of Sichuan, one is Wenshu Temple and the other is Wuhou Temple. Walking on the streets of these two places, you often encounter someone suddenly jumping out and then say: "Stay, stay, listen to me, see if what I said is right, right, let's continue talking. If what I said is wrong, you will turn around and leave, and you will never stop you..."

Wang Jingzhe came alone. He didn't like this kind of place. Ding Wu, who watched the venue at night, slept during the day, even more so. So he walked around the Wuhou Temple with his hands behind his back. Although he had been here more than once, he still had to worship him out of respect. After worshiping the Wuhou Master, King Jingzhe walked out of the Wuhou Temple, and then walked east along the main road. The place for commemoration with Zhuge Liang and discussion of Feng Shui and fortune-telling techniques was not here. Bi[520     www.biquge520.me] was too many people, and they were afraid that they would disturb their ancestors to rest, so they set up another venue a few kilometers away.

Wang Jingzhe walked for more than half an hour. After arriving at the place, it was already crowded with people. Chinese people like to join in the fun and watch the fun. There will be more and more people everywhere.

There will be some activities on the venue today, such as some Feng Shui masters who make some cinnabar paintings and then buy them, some set up stalls to tell fortunes for people to see things, and some straitors and wandering soldiers interspersed in the crowd to find suitable prey.

After walking around for two rounds, Wang Jingzhe felt bored. Most of the people here were seeking fame. The rest may have some skills, but they will definitely not catch his eye.

Wang Jingzhe finished walking with his hands on his back. When he was about to go out, he suddenly felt that the clothes behind him were pulled. Then a vulgar middle-aged man with a goatee beard said to him with a smile: "Brother, stay, stay, you have some luck this year. Wait for a moment, I will answer you a few questions? Listen to my words. If I say it right, then listen more and then read the reward. If it is wrong, you can turn around and leave."

Wang Jingzhe pointed to his nose with amused expression and said, "Do you want to tell fortunes for me or look at the face?"

"Either, all is OK," said the vulgar middle-aged man with a few beards and full of confidence.

Wang Jingzhe licked his lips and said with interest: "If you are right, I can give you all my belongings, what if it is wrong?"

"It's not right, I'll change my career from now on, and I won't eat this bowl of rice!" The goatee said confidently.

"Okay, come and listen to me." Wang Jingzhe was about to leave, and suddenly someone jumped up and wanted to kick the road blocking stone. He wanted to see how the other party kicked his toes and swollen.

The vulgar middle-aged man looked at Wang Jingzhe for a while and never said anything. The two beads of soybean-sized eyes were circling on him. It was not until Wang Jingzhe stood in the high temperature of nearly forty degrees for two or three minutes, and was almost too hot, that the goatee blurted out a word.

"I'll talk about it later, but there is a saying I hope you can remember that today, sir, it's not easy to go northwest, so don't..."

Wang Jingzhe immediately yawned and waved his hands repeatedly. He was too lazy to say anything that he had to run the other party. He went out from here to travel south and was completely incompatible with him in the northwest direction. He naturally didn't care about the other party's words. He showed me the fortune teller, you are more daring than showing off your skills.

Wang Jingzhe turned around and left, and the goatee didn't stop him, but his eyes were full of fun.

Wang Jingzhe walked out of the crowd, took out a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth, and pressed the lighter several times but couldn't catch the fire. After a closer look, he found that the air inside was leaking at some point. This is how the smokers were. If they didn't smoke, they could stop smoking. But if they held the cigarette in their mouth but couldn't smoke, it would be very uncomfortable.

Wang Jingzhe looked up and saw a small shop on the street opposite his right hand. He crossed the road and came to the opposite side. After arriving at the store, he bought a lighter, came out of the small supermarket and took a head down to fire and smoked. He took a deep breath. When he looked up, he ran into a hearth with a person coming towards him.

"Dingdeng..." Wang Jingzhe was knocked back two steps back. The other party quickly grabbed his arm and smiled, "I'm sorry, I'm anxious to walk, I've hit you."

Wang Jingzhe smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay..."

The man pointed to the lighter in his hand and said, "Borrow a fire?"

Wang Jingzhe handed the lighter to the other party. The man took out a cigarette and lit one, then returned the lighter to him and said thank you.

"You're welcome." Wang Jingzhe replied to him, and the two passed by while smoking cigarettes.

After walking a few steps, Wang Jingzhe stopped first, raised his head slightly, frowned and pondered for a few seconds, and then slowly turned around.

When he turned around, the man who had just borrowed the fire stopped not far from him, and then turned around.

Two pairs of eyes face each other, without sparks or passion.

Wang Jingzhe looked at the other person. The man was tall, well-proportioned, and was wearing ordinary casual clothes.
Chapter completed!