(Fourth update today!!!!!!!!!)
"Fortune-telling, fortune-telling, fortune-telling..." There was an old man sitting there by the street, repeating this sentence again and again.
"Fortune telling, fortune telling, fortune telling..." When the old man repeated this sentence, he was like a machine without emotions. He could only repeat one sentence after another, and both the intonation and speed were exactly the same, as if The machine repeats the same thing, which makes people hear it very strange.
"Fortune telling, fortune telling, fortune telling..." Just like that, the old man repeated such a sentence monotonously and mechanically.
This old man was wearing a cloth with some patches on it. It looked like he had worn it for a long time, but it was washed very clean. It was obvious that he was a very clean person. .
The old man didn't know whether he was blind or something else. In short, he was squinting and couldn't seem to see anyone passing by. He sat there, basking in the sun, repeating "Fortune telling, fortune telling, fortune telling" one after another. With this sentence, it seems that there is no end, no end.
Next to the old man, there was a piece of bamboo. It looked like a guide stick used by the blind, but it also seemed like a crutch used to kill snakes.
This piece of bamboo has eight colors. Each color seems to have been polished, revealing a kind of enamel. Moreover, the texture of this enamel is very good, as if it has been polished millions of times, which makes people see it. , want to reach out and touch it, want to feel the same.
When such an old man sits there and repeats "fortune-telling, fortune-telling, fortune-telling" sentence after sentence, more people will often notice the bamboo stick next to him.
When passing by the old man, Li Qiye couldn't help but stop and look at the fortune teller in front of him.
Li Zhitian and Jiannu also stopped. When Jiannu saw the bamboo stick placed next to the old man's body, he couldn't help but froze and murmured: "This bamboo..."
"Are you telling your fortune?" The old man seemed to be blind, but when Li Qiye and others stood in front of him, he could still feel it.
"Is fortune telling accurate?" Li Qiye sighed and finally asked.
"It's guaranteed to be accurate, and you won't be charged any money whether it's accurate or not," said the old fortune teller.
"Fortune telling for free?" This was the first time Li Zhitian encountered such a thing, and he couldn't help but be curious.
The old fortune-teller said seriously: "Fortune-telling is about getting a glimpse of heaven's secrets. You cannot sell the secrets for money, otherwise you will be punished by God."
"There is such a statement." Li Zhitian couldn't help but be surprised.
"If you don't believe me, let me calculate it for you." The old fortune teller stretched out his hand and took it from Li Zhitian's hand.
Li Zhitian can be said to be a dragon king with twelve unparalleled holy fruits, and his Taoism is unparalleled. However, when the old man reached out to take it, he was suddenly caught in his palm.
"Okay, sir, if you want to do the calculation, please do the calculation." Li Zhitian didn't refuse when his hand was held, and simply let the old man do the calculation. It didn't cost any money anyway, so it didn't matter whether it was accurate or not.
The old fortune teller took Li Zhitian's palm and measured it with his fingers, as if his eyes were really invisible, rubbing the lines on Li Zhitian's palm.
After a while, the old fortune teller said seriously: "You are very lucky."
"Life is very generous?" Li Zhitian couldn't help but be startled and said, "Why is life so generous?"
"Your destiny is broad. It is a great measure. It can accommodate hundreds of rivers, and it can also avoid disasters in the world." The old fortune teller approved Li Zhitian's destiny and said: "Your destiny is broad. As long as your heart is kind, you will surely have endless scenery for the rest of your life." Great achievements have been made, all calamities can be overcome, and all disasters can be overcome. With these two words of farewell to you, my heart is broad."
"Be generous." Li Zhitian couldn't help but be startled when he heard the fortune teller's words.
Hearing the fortune teller's words, Jian Nu was also interested. He stretched out his hand and said, "Sir, please do the calculation."
The old man grabbed Jiannu's hand, measured it, rubbed it carefully, as if he was holding it in front of his eyes to look at it carefully, and finally said in amazement: "You have a long life."
"Have a good fortune?" Li Zhitian next to him was even more surprised. Just now he said that he had a good fortune, and now he said that Jiannu had a good fortune. This was the first time he had encountered such a fortune teller. It was really strange.
"How thick?" Jiannu hesitated to write, but he was still curious.
"Fate is thick and long, but it can be achieved slowly, like a snail crawling. If you don't accumulate steps, you can't reach a thousand miles." The old fortune teller approved the life for Jiannu and said: "You are destined to have a noble person, and you will be helped by a noble person. It is beyond words, and this life will be perfect throughout your life.”
"Thank you, sir." The old fortune teller approved this. For Jiannu, this was enough. He bowed to the old man and stopped asking about his fortune, because he didn't need too many secrets. If he revealed the secrets, it would be better. Too much is not necessarily a good thing.
"Woo--" At this time, the real bear was also interested and put his bear paw on the fortune teller's palm.
Li Zhitian was a bit dumbfounded when he saw a real bear asking for fortune telling. The real bear looked very honest and honest. Of course, the real bear was also spiritual, so what was the problem with him telling fortunes?
Holding the real bear's paw, the fortune teller did not refuse. He also measured the bear's paw with his fingers, touched and squeezed the metacarpal bones of the bear's paw, as if feeling the bones, and then placed it in front of his eyes. He didn't know what he was doing. Whether you can see it or not, it seems like you are looking at it carefully.
"You have a bad fate, life and death are unpredictable, and catastrophic disasters will inevitably happen." The old fortune teller touched the palm of the real bear and said: "However, if you meet a noble person, you will definitely be able to be very happy in the future. It must be a blessing in disguise." , destiny is blazing, and there is a lot to be done.”
"Woo, woo." The real bear roared, and then bowed to the fortune teller like a human being. He looked simple and cute, but he really wanted to thank the fortune teller.
"Fortune-telling, fortune-telling, fortune-telling." After counting three people in a row, the old fortune teller repeated this sentence again. He was like a machine. He had to repeat it every once in a while, otherwise, he seemed to be particularly uncomfortable.
"Do you want a fortune teller?" At this time, the old fortune teller looked at Li Qiye, as if he wanted to tell Li Qiye's fortune, or he was waiting to tell Li Qiye's fortune.
"My fate is hard to calculate, not easy to calculate." Li Qiye said lightly with a smile.
"As long as it's fate, it can be calculated. Whether it's good or not is ultimately up to God." The old fortune teller said seriously.
"Yes, it's what God said in the end." Li Qiye couldn't help but nodded, agreeing with the fortune teller's words.
"Calculate?" The old fortune teller still wanted to tell Li Qiye's fortune.
Li Qiye looked at the old fortune teller, and finally sighed softly, stretched out his hand, and said: "Since you are here and it is free, why can't you do the calculation? You can do the calculation."
The old man took Li Qiye's hand, and when he touched it, his expression was solemn. When he measured it again, his expression became even more solemn. After a while, he handed his hand back to Li Qiye.
"How?" Li Qiye smiled lightly.
The old fortune teller couldn't help but shook his head and said: "Life is as precious as heaven, don't count too much, don't peep."
"That's true." Li Qiye smiled faintly and said slowly: "I can't count too much myself, so why should I count others? Life is precious."
"As precious as heaven." The old fortune teller was unwilling to talk about Li Qiye's fate and remained silent, as if the secret could not be revealed.
Li Qiye looked at the fortune teller and said with a faint smile: "Then have you ever told your own fortune?"
"I have calculated it." The old fortune teller said, "I am destined to die."
"Since you have calculated it for yourself, since it is your destiny to die, why do you still want to die?" Li Qiye said.
The fortune teller said seriously: "If you are destined to die, why should you be afraid of it, and why should you run away from it? Verify your fate with your life. This is the true meaning of Tao."
"Once you die, all your bones will wither." Li Qiye said softly.
The old fortune teller said seriously: "If you don't die, your bones will wither."
"That makes sense." Li Qiye nodded, then looked up at the distance, pondered for a moment, and said, "Forget it, where are you going?"
"It can't be calculated, and it doesn't need to be calculated." The old fortune teller said as if he already knew the answer.
"What does it mean that it cannot be calculated, and what does it mean that it does not need to be calculated?" Li Qiye said lightly.
"Whether you calculate or not, it is all destined." The old fortune teller said: "Just like you, everything is also destined."
"If it's destined, I don't need to be like this. Maybe I can just herd sheep." Li Qiye shook his head gently.
The old fortune teller said: "But your fate is not like this, so even if you want to let it go, you can't."
"My fate is up to me, not to God." Li Qiye said calmly.
The fortune teller said slowly: "Are you you?"
"This..." Li Qiye couldn't help but smile bitterly, couldn't help but touch his chin, and said: "When you say this, I am really convinced by what you said. If I am God, my fate is determined by God. After wandering around for a long time, I finally buried myself in the pit."
"This is your fate." The old fortune teller couldn't help but say.
Li Qiye shook his head slightly and said: "It's a pity that I don't believe in fate. My fate is harder than heaven, and my Taoist heart is even harder. How can fate control me?"
"It's rare for anyone to say this in the world." The old fortune teller couldn't help but marveled and said, "Maybe you are the only one."
"The great road travels alone, and one person is alone. Therefore, God is not as good as my life." Li Qiye smiled faintly.
"God is not as good as my fate." At this time, the old fortune teller was stunned by Li Qiye's words, and he couldn't help but think about it carefully.
"We are all ants." Finally, the fortune teller said this.
Li Qiye nodded, agreed, and said: "Everyone is an ant, but you have to be an ant that can show your fangs. Only then can you live in this world in vain."
"Who are the fangs pointing at?" the fortune teller asked.
Li Qiye smiled faintly and said, "It depends on how firm your Taoist heart is."
(End of chapter)
