The next day, I got up a little late, so Uncle Ya personally called me to get up.
People are like this. If they have no hope in their hearts, they will have no energy on their faces.
After eating, Uncle Ya looked at me calmly: "There have been quite a few people coming to you for divination lately."
"Don't let people bask in the sun in vain."
I looked along the crack in the door, and my heart skipped a beat.
Uncle Ya didn't lie to me. There were indeed many people gathered in front of the Gua stall.
What scares me is that I may not be able to give them results.
What makes me feel even more distressed is that I will have to say goodbye to this position in the future.
Tsk.
I stared at the door for a long time, and suddenly a weak strength rose in my heart.
There are still many people in this world who need me.
After a while, I pressed my knees, stood up slowly, and pulled off my robe from the wall.
"I gonna go see."
The number one person on the list is a middle-aged elder sister who calculates this year's fortune.
This thing is not difficult. It is no exaggeration to say that as long as you have a trade at hand, you can figure it out.
When I habitually focused my gaze on her face, my mind went blank.
I completely forgot about physiognomy!
This feeling is very strange. I clearly know how to do divination, but I just can't remember it.
It's over.
What was taken away was not only my Taoist instrument, but also my abilities.
If a Taoist priest can't even do the most basic fortune-telling, then take off his Taoist robe and find a job in a factory.
The eldest sister in front of me is looking at me expectantly.
I stared at her face, unable to speak.
The breeze blew by, and the brand new cover was fluttering in the wind, with several large characters written brightly on it.
"The little fairy of Monan, the honorary head of Inspiration View."
A few words that I once regarded as honor now seem so dazzling.
The eyes of the people around me were shining on my face like pepper powder, which made my skin hurt.
Or, I'll make some nonsense now to make her happy and make some money along the way.
Or maybe I just admit that I'm not good enough and completely ruin the little fairy's brand.
no.
I keep telling myself that I can’t become a liar!
Just when I was about to speak, Uncle Ya's voice sounded from behind.
"So many people."
Uncle Ya held a fan in one hand and walked down the steps step by step: "The sun is so bright, don't ask everyone to wait."
Ji Canghai walked out casually, holding a chair with one hand and a table with the other.
Uncle Ya sat on the chair calmly and waited quietly.
The crowd began to whisper, and finally someone asked.
"Isn't the old gentleman a storyteller? Can he also tell fortunes?"
Uncle Ya smiled calmly: "You just saw me telling stories."
"The little god was taught by me myself. Do you think I can make fortune-telling?"
This sentence instantly relieved all my stress.
Those who gathered in front of me turned to Uncle Ya one after another.
Uncle Ya didn't hesitate, he just asked them to line up and look at each other one by one.
Near noon, Uncle Ya stood up, stretched out his arms and sighed.
"If you don't show off your strength when you are old, you can't compare with a young man."
After saying this, others had already entered the house.
He seemed to be deliberately avoiding me and not giving me a chance to ask questions.
In fact, I already knew that Uncle Ya was not that simple, so I wasn't too surprised by his divination.
While eating, Uncle Ya whispered: "After eating, come to my room."
"okay."
I followed Uncle Ya into the house. He gently took off his coat and asked, "Don't you know how to tell fortunes?"
Based on his personality, I thought he would go around in circles, but I didn't expect him to go straight to the point.
It was also at this time that I realized that he actually knew everything, he just didn't expose me yesterday.
From this point of view, there is no point in me hiding it.
"Yes, you are right! Not only can I no longer tell fortunes, I am not even a Taoist priest now."
Uncle Ya seemed to have a spring under his butt, and he stood up immediately.
"Not a Taoist priest anymore?"
Uncle Ya, who had always been calm, had the same reaction now.
I looked at his ugly face and told him everything.
By the time I finished speaking, Uncle Ya's face had turned dark, the corners of his mouth were curled into a figure-eight shape, and the knot on his brow was twisted like a knot.
I've known him for so long, and this is the first time I've seen him look so ugly.
