"Tao Xian is joking, what kind of disaster can happen to me? Farewell!"
"Hey, little brother, don't leave in a hurry, Pindao hasn't finished speaking yet!" After saying that, he hurriedly walked up to meet him: "Little brother, you came all the way from the southeast. Do you think we need to go to Huangwan City?"
Seeing that the Taoist was following closely without stopping, the young master turned around and said, "Tao Xian has something to say. If you want money for drinks, I'll give it to you. If it's for divination, please leave. Don't make such detours." !”
"My little brother is a cheerful person, so the poor man spoke frankly and honestly. This is the southeast direction where the three blue stars are flying, which represents fighting, and the great luck is also the seven red and broken military stars, and the three and seven are intertwined. In Feng Shui, it is also called Chuanxinsha, which is a symbol of war between two countries. The little brothers are wearing blue swords, so it is even more taboo to go there!"
"Why did Tao Xian say this?"
"My little brother, the three courtyards are well-proportioned and full, the land is wide and square, the eyebrows are bright, the sky is plump, and the body is righteous. He is destined to have Qilin bones and will not be a mortal!" The Taoist praised him repeatedly and then smiled mysteriously: "How can a poor Taoist be tolerated? If your hexagram is not answered, I will not take any money from you. If it is answered, if you are destined to do it in the future, you can give me a little money, what do you think?"
"Well, if your divination proves to be effective, I will give you ten taels of silver!"
"What... ten taels of silver?" Taoist Immortal Xing's eyes widened in disbelief: "Little brother, aren't you afraid that the wind will blow your tongue when you speak?"
"Hahahaha, it's just ten taels of silver, so of course it's no big deal. The Taoist Immortal just wants to make a quick fortune!"
"Okay, then you understand, I have one hundred and one lottery tickets in this jar, which are divided into three types: auspicious, fair and unlucky. They are the upper lottery, the middle lottery and the lower lower lottery. You just need to pick up the lottery. Shake the jar gently three times, silently say what you want in your mind, and then randomly pick out one!" After that, the Taoist handed over a jar of bamboo sticks!
Without even looking at it, the man in white took the jar, shook it, stretched out his hand and took out a sign: "The sign has been chosen, please take a look at it from the Taoist Immortal!"
"Okay!" The Taoist took the sign in his hand and muttered softly: "If you want something east, you will want something west. When people talk about things, you become obsessed. When you climb a mountain, you won't see the face of the gods. You must stay on track and wait for the time!" After reading the Taoist's words, his face suddenly darkened: "Oh, little brother, this is incredible. This is the hundredth lot of Guanyin's spiritual lot. A perfect lot will overflow when it is full, and it will lose when it is overflowing. This lot is a symbol of keeping things as usual and not moving. Wait for the right time in everything. If you take any risks, If you act accordingly, there will be a bloody disaster within three days!"
"Hahahahaha, Taoist Immortal said it well. I am very happy about this lot. If it is full, it will overflow, and if it is full, it will lose. It is a very good thing. Thank you Taoist Immortal for giving me the lot!" He said and handed over his hand as a gift.
"Little brother, are you still so happy? This is a sign of fortune. Tell me your birth date and I will find a solution for you!"
"No need, Taoist Immortal, this lottery is just what I want!" The man in white took out a piece of white silver from his arms: "This silver will never be short of you!" The man in white threw the silver into the jar: "Look Is there enough money for this hexagram?”
"Little brother, no, no, the solution has not been solved yet, why are you embarrassed to collect money, or..."
"Why...is it too little?"
"What did you say, little brother? The Buddha said, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. A poor man is kind to all things. He values wealth more than wealth. He saves people in danger, alleviates their misery, and shows kindness and virtue. This is the highest good. Today, if you are a poor Taoist, you will be a good person and do your best to send the Buddha a gift..."
Just hearing a "crack" sound, a long sword came out of its sheath!
"Mom, what are you doing?" The Taoist was startled: "You're not going to use the knife, are you?"
"Swords have no eyes, Taoist immortals should stay away!"
"Hey, it's really a dog biting Lu Dongbin. He doesn't know...that's all. Since you don't want to live anymore, then let's never see each other again!"
"Farewell!" The man in white said coldly, flicked his sleeves, and left angrily!
The Taoist watched him go away, weighed the silver in the jar with his hands, but kept shaking his head and laughing: "Haha, this is the first time I have met such a person after more than ten years of divination. Others give money just for the sake of it." To eliminate the disaster, he not only did not eliminate the disaster, but also cheered continuously. He is really a lunatic. There are many wonders in the world!" The Taoist lifted up the jar and poured out all the bamboo sticks in the jar. When he looked carefully, it turned out that each bamboo stick said It’s all about “signing”!
"You can't blame me. In this colorful world where Tao is not Tao and people are not human, why should you take it seriously? Everyone in the world is drunk and I am awake alone. I make wishes for everyone..." The Taoist smiled brightly and murmured!
Besides, the man in white walked alone along the foot of the mountain. The pavilions in the mountain were ups and downs. From a distance, they looked like rows of well-proportioned honeycombs hidden in the middle of the mountains and rivers. A stone bridge stretched across the valley in the sky, stretching straight into the depths of the white clouds. The flying dragon leaps into the sky with a proud aura. When he steps on the stone bridge, he realizes the green trees standing under the bridge. Between the shadows of the pine trees, there is a piece of glass, and dozens of white cranes are dancing in the air...
"...The wood is cut a little, the wine is boiled, and there are fat men, so I can speed up my fathers. I would rather not come, and I don't care about me. I am sweeping the rice, and I am feeding eight guis. Now that I have fat horses, I can speed up my uncles. , I’d rather be uncomfortable than come, I’m to blame for being humble!
Cutting down trees in the mountains, brewing wine to grow beans and cultivating them, brothers are not far away, the people have lost their virtue, and dry rice is used to offend me. If there is wine, I can drink it, but if there is no wine, I can drink it. Come on, drink this cup..."
"Where are you going, sir?" On the side of the stone bridge, I saw a woodcutter putting down a load of firewood and leaning on the railing to wave to the man in white!
