When I talked about "sharp plate" and "xygy plate" before, to put it bluntly, they are the true and false versions of the Qimen hexagram.
Ordinary people who sell divination just want to set up a divination stall and make money, but they are not willing to settle down and spend a year and a half, or even three or five years to study and learn how to make fortunes.
If someone performs a divination and pulls out a stick, the fortune teller will arrange the predictions in a row. As long as they look decent, they can scare the layman. Even if you meet a very small number of experts, these people are well aware of the difficulties of learning Qimen and will not destroy their business for the sake of authenticity...
And these fake ones are called fishy dishes.
Although there are truths and lies in this world, when it comes to what can be put on the market for business, it can be said that nine out of ten are false, or even none of them are true.
To put it into perspective, this matter is not complicated.
Because these strange techniques can all be said to be true kung fu, and those who are proficient in this technique are all from well-off families or well-educated families. Because they don’t have to worry about food and clothing and don’t have to struggle to make ends meet, they will naturally have time to calm down and study their favorite things!
They are well-established and well-connected. Not only do they have enough knowledge to put in front of them, but they will also be guided and promoted by experts. Over time, they will naturally become familiar with this! But they learn these things just out of interest, and naturally they will not change their original intention because of petty profits.
Even if one day their family suddenly falls into decline and they have no choice but to make a living through this, no matter how proficient they are in the arts and how knowledgeable they are, they will still have no divination skills and no knowledge of how to make money because they have little contact with the world. "It's done."
The art of martial arts is extremely difficult to understand, but after all there is a path to follow. People should live in the present, but their desire leaves them with unfilled gaps, yet they still want to climb mountains. Little do they know that what they are experiencing is the most difficult thing to understand... worldly human feelings.
Speaking of which, when Lang Yun threw the copper coin, he naturally wanted to get rid of the fortune teller. After all, how could a truly capable person be willing to bend down for a copper plate? I am even more suspicious of this person’s identity!
But what he didn't expect was that instead of leaving after receiving the copper plate, the man followed him again.
Now his pocket is cleaner than his face. No matter how extravagant his talk is, he still can't squeeze any money out of himself. When Lang Yun heard what this person said, he felt a little curious in his heart. He was curious about how this person could tell the hexagram about his copper plate.
"Okay, okay, but as promised in advance, I really don't have any extra money. No matter how much you talk, it will only be a waste of words!" Since this person refused to leave no matter what, Lang Yun simply agreed. Anyway, it was a long night and he had nowhere to sleep, so he just spent a copper plate to buy a "chat companion".
"Hey! Brother, look what you said! You have already paid the bill in advance, why should I ask you to add more money? Besides, I am a fortune teller, but I am not a liar. How can I I'm trying to steal your money!" The fortune teller once again emphasized his identity.
Although it was a bit strange for this young man to speak like an old man, he was still principled. Lang Yun nodded and said: "Okay, then do you want to touch bones to read fortune tellers, or do divination to read characters?"
The fortune teller smiled, spread out the yellow flag that was crumpled by himself, pointed at the big characters on it and said: "I am an eloquent fortune teller. You can tell the past by looking forward, and you can tell the future by looking backward." ! Brother, if you have anything to ask, just ask, no need to bother!"
Although Lang Yun did agree, he still couldn't help but feel a little suspicious when he heard the second half of the sentence. He thought to himself: Could this fortune teller be dissatisfied with the lack of money and want to fool himself? Wherever there are people telling fortunes without noticing or asking questions, they just stand and wait for someone to ask questions.
He was silent for a moment, and then he said: "In that case... can you tell me about my future?"
"Okay! Brother... I can see that he has a bright future! He will become famous one day!" This fortune teller blurted out without even thinking about it.
Lang Yun waited for a long time without waiting for the next step, and was slightly stunned: "No more?"
"Gone."
When Lang Yun heard this, his head was full of black lines, and he thought that he really shouldn't have too much expectations for this person. What he got in exchange for this copper plate was just a flattery.
Lang Yun shook his head, thinking that he didn't even have a place to stay tonight, so how could he think about the future? He shook his head, sighed, and turned around to leave...
When the fortune teller saw Lang Yun's disappointed look on him, he muttered in a low voice: "It seems like this guy doesn't believe me..." He frowned, "That's all! I'll give him a few more coins." alright…"
"Old brother... Although your future is bleak right now, you will arrive at your settlement in a few moments, and the way forward will be clear!" As he said, the fortune teller couldn't help but whisper in a low voice: "You are in a difficult situation now. It’s just because I have no money...Look at me, I can live a good life even if I don’t have any intention...Ouch!"
"You stinky fortune teller! What are you shouting about at night? Don't let anyone sleep!"
As soon as the fortune teller shouted something from behind, he heard a burst of curses coming from the room next to him, and then several vegetable leaves were thrown at him. Seeing that the situation was not good, he rolled up his yellow flag and ran away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
When Lang Yun saw this man's embarrassment, he felt funny in his heart, and said to himself: "I am penniless now, and even mice have to stay away, so how can I reach a safe place? It's really ridiculous..."
With that said, Lang Yun moved forward along the mainland, preparing to find a corner sheltered from the wind to rest.
Although Yangdu City is less crowded at night, there are still many brightly lit shops, giving it a different kind of golden light.
Lang Yun walked along the road, but found that the shelter on the way could not avoid the attention of pedestrians, so he could only silently walk deeper into the street corner.
But just when he passed an inn and couldn't help but peek inside, he accidentally met the look of the waiter. The waiter in the shop let out a slight sigh, then his expression changed and he rushed towards him in a few steps.
When Lang Yun saw this, he secretly thought that it was bad. He thought that Uncle Zhuang had already set up spies everywhere, and he was about to turn around and run away as soon as his feet stopped.
But the waiter in the shop was not slow at all, and rushed to him in the blink of an eye: "Master Dao! Master Dao! Finally let me wait for you..."
"Wait for me..." Lang Yun looked around, but there was no one else on the street except himself.
"Yes, Master Tao! When I was packing my things in the morning, I found that your two disciples had left something in the room. I didn't dare to move it, and just waited for Master Tao to come and take it away... "The waiter in the shop nodded and bowed.
Although Lang Yun saw that the waiter in the shop didn't seem to be lying, he still said something cautious: "How... did you recognize me?"
"Master Tao, you are joking. Although you are plainly dressed, you can't hide your Taoist fairy style! Of course, I can see where you come from..."
He saw that the waiter's eyes often glanced at his chest intentionally or unintentionally, and he also lowered his head to look. Only then did he realize that he had exposed his inner skirt when he just ran away.
Lang Yun's clothes were stolen from the hunter, but the hunter's clothes were patchwork and patchwork. He saw a piece of clothing on his chest, one side was black and the other was white, somewhat similar to the attire of the Taiyi Pavilion people he had seen on the road during the day.
In just a short moment, Lang Yun understood. It seemed that the waiter in the shop had misunderstood his identity. However, he did not expose it. Instead, he tightened his coat and said seriously: "I hid my identity because I didn't want others to find out. Don't tell anyone about your recognition of me..."
"I understand!" The waiter nodded swornly, then lowered his voice and handed something into Lang Yun's hand: "Master Dao, this is the house number of that room... Since it's inconvenient for you, I won't bother you anymore... Please forgive me for my poor hospitality..."
Lang Yun took the house number and couldn't help but be shocked. The fortune teller just now said that he would "reach his safe haven in a few moments"! And calculating the time, it was indeed about a moment before he was separated from the fortune teller. Could it be that he was really right? He couldn't help but look forward to the phrase "the way forward will become clear".
Suddenly there was expectation, and Lang Yun's stomach began to growl unsatisfactorily. After all, he only ate one steamed bun all day. If he missed this opportunity, he didn't know how long he would be hungry.
"Waiter, please prepare some food and send it to the room..." When Lang Yun saw that the waiter wanted to leave, he hurriedly waved to stay. At this time, the waiter had just stood up, and only heard a snap and a slap. I actually photographed the waiter’s head.
The waiter in the shop felt a thrill all over his body, and he couldn't help but hear a sentence in his ears: The immortal caressed my head, and my hair will be tied and I will live forever! He secretly thought that the power of this immortal's slap on the top was much greater than that of holding the top, and he felt ecstatic in his heart.
"Master Dao! I'll prepare it for you right away!" The waiter in the shop was running around and was having a silly time. Lang Yun was confused for a while, thinking how could one of the people he met today be more weird than the other?
Now that he finally had a place to rest, he strode towards the inn according to the direction of the house number...
Perhaps because there were few guests at night and it was past meal time, the meal was delivered to the door not long after Lang Yun came to the room.
After feasting, Lang Yun sent away the waiter, and then he had time to look around. Pushing open the ajar bedroom door, he saw two soft cloth packages, one large and one small, placed neatly on the table in front of the bed. Apart from that, there was nothing else in the room. These must be the items that the waiter in the shop said were left behind by Taiyi Pavilion disciples.
Lang Yun was curious about what treasure the disciples of Taiyi Pavilion left behind, so he came to the table in three steps and two steps at a time, and hurriedly opened the big package. But when he saw what was in front of him clearly, his expression became depressed.
"This...isn't this just a pile of waste paper?"
What appeared in the package turned out to be a large pile of paper covered with ghostly symbols...
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