chapter 177 The downcast saint son and the eminent monk have no chance to meet each other

"Please write a word, Your Excellency." The fortune teller took out paper and pen. Mubai was very interested and casually wrote the word "一": "Then what?" "Please reach out." said the fortune teller. Mubai put his hand on the table and let the fortune teller look at the lines on his palm. The fortune teller kept staring at Mubai's palm, and began to think about how to make up words according to his own three-legged cat's calculation level. After a while, the fortune teller started...