When Shen Xinghe was woken up by the noise, the copper coin was stuck to his forehead.
It rained heavily in Chang'an last night, so he spent the cold night huddled under the dilapidated shed of Gua Tan.
"Living god! What a god!" The crowd exclaimed.
He squinted and saw that the old locust tree that he had predicted would fall down yesterday was now falling on the wealthy merchant's carriage.
Shen Xinghe pinched the wet Kaiyuan Tongbao and smiled.
——It doesn't sound bad to travel through time and become the magic stick of the Tang Dynasty?
