In fact, you can also draw lots at Taoist Qingsong’s stall, but most of the pilgrims who come to the Chenghuang Temple still like to ask for lots in front of the statue of the City God, and then figure out the lots themselves or find someone to interpret the lots.
This model of asking for fortune-telling in the temple is a special Shinto response. The bamboo sticks in front of the orthodox city god’s seat are a bit particular, and are somewhat related to the Shinto books in the underworld. If the requester is sincere, he can still get a rough idea. The direction is just not very clear.
Things like fortune tellers who ask people to draw lots are different. They are a special means of fortune-telling and a type of divination.
Under the warm greeting of Master Qingsong, the middle-aged pilgrim also sat down on the small stool in front of the stall. When Master Qingsong said that he had been observing his face just now, he asked curiously.
“The Taoist priest said he was observing my face, so what can I say?”
Taoist Qingsong shook his head, but before he could speak, Taoist Qi Xuan next to him said “Ahem”.
“Unlock the signature first, unsign it first, let me compare it with the signature. Do you still remember the signature?”
The middle-aged man didn’t think much and told the truth.
“I saw on the winning ticket in that temple it was written: The guests will fight endlessly, Bingjia.”
Ji Yuan had unknowingly walked to the tree next to Taoist Qingsong’s stall. He didn’t use any magic to blind him. It was just that the few people were focused on other things so they didn’t notice him.
From the middle-aged man’s words, the first information Ji Yuan got was that the man might be literate, and what he described in his words was what he saw, rather than what the temple blessing told him about the signature. As for the interpretation of the signature, it depends on Taoist Qingsong. Anyway, Ji Yuan didn’t feel very good about this signature at first glance.
Ji Yuan didn’t deliberately watch Qi, but just ignored his life fire, which was still strong. Looking at the appearance of this pilgrim, he shouldn’t be the type to hit people casually.
Taoist Qingsong frowned when he heard the signature, and then looked at the pilgrim.
“Let me sign…”
Up to this point, Taoist Qingsong looked like a master, and his expression was obviously thinking carefully, which made the pilgrims a little nervous.
“It seems that you are not born with this bad look!”
Taoist Qingsong added with a serious expression.
“You!”
The man immediately felt a sense of tightness in his chest. Fortunately, he was well behaved, but his tone was a bit harsh.
“Please tell the Taoist priest!”
Qi Wen was very embarrassed and quickly explained to the man.
“Um, sir, please don’t misunderstand me. My master has noticed that your appearance has deteriorated recently, and he is not scolding you…”
Taoist Qingsong seemed to realize that he had just said something too much, he also smiled apologetically, and immediately began to interpret the signatures.
“Sir, what are you looking for in the temple? Is it a home, peace, or a career?”
“Both.”
Taoist Qingsong nodded and looked at the man’s face again.
“Logically speaking, sir, you have an upright appearance and straight features, and your face is good, but your situation is different now. You should be at a low point. According to what your signature means, you have either been involved in an old grievance recently or Someone with scheming intentions is plotting against you, and no matter what the situation is, you have vaguely felt something, right?”
The middle-aged man in dark clothes was obviously shocked when he heard this, and his expression was much more cautious.
“The Taoist Master will elaborate further. Can you tell me how to deal with it?”
One of the reasons why Qingsong Taoist likes fortune telling is that he likes to see the expressions and reactions of those people when they are fortune-telling. Seeing the man’s reaction, he seemed more serious.
“Sir, do you know that this scene refers to many generations of military generals’ subordinates participating in the military aircraft staff. The battle between the secretaries and secretaries may seem a bit polite, but it is actually a brutal military formation, where blood will be seen in the light of swords and shadows!”
The middle-aged man’s scalp was numb and his expression changed, but Taoist Qingsong’s words were not over yet.
“If it’s an ordinary signature, that’s fine, but sir, your signature has the word “不End” on it, which indicates something dangerous!”
These words are understandable enough to the ears of people with little education, not to mention that the middle-aged man is still somewhat knowledgeable, and his face is uglier than before.
Qi Wen, who was next to him, was also listening very seriously. Even Ji Yuan, who was a few steps away, also frowned, but resisted the idea of opening his eyes to take a closer look at the middle-aged man, planning to wait until Taoist Qingsong finished reading the lot or After all is said and done, use the Dharma Eye to observe the Qi.
“What the Taoist priest is saying is that this matter has reached a point where it will never end and there is no room for maneuver?”
“There are no absolutes in the world. The signature can be regarded as an aggravation, but it may not really mean that there is no solution. We still have to discuss the matter concretely. Anyway, it is definitely right to have fewer evil thoughts and do more good deeds to accumulate virtue.”
It is rare for Master Qingsong to say a word of relief. It seems that it is more or less accurate, but the method mentioned is applicable to 90% of the signatures. Although it is the most reasonable, it may seem to others that it is not nutritious.
“I think you, sir, have some direction in your mind. Otherwise, the signature will not be made by ‘Mu Bin’, but by ‘Foolish Old Man’. Why don’t you give me your horoscope and let me do the math for you?” Gua?”
When he reached the last sentence of these words, Taoist Qingsong’s tone was obviously very interested.
According to Ji Yuan’s understanding, Qi Xuan probably thinks in his heart, ‘What’s the point of calculating an ordinary fate? Of course, the more twists and turns the more exciting it is! ’ and the like.
I feel like it may be the same as some doctors’ interest in difficult and strange diseases.
However, the middle-aged man obviously has his own ideas. He may think that what Taoist Qingsong just said is enough, or he may have calculated his fortune many times and has no intention of telling the horoscope.
“Thank you, Taoist Master, for helping me get the signature…”
The man glanced at the stall’s sign, took out five one-cent coins from his wallet and placed them on the table.
“This is the rate, farewell!”
After speaking, the man stood up, cupped his hands and prepared to leave.
As a result, Taoist Qingsong became a little anxious.
“Hey, hey, sir, don’t leave in a hurry. I see that you look gloomy now. You want me to calculate your fortune and see how long you live. You have to understand whether you are dead or alive, right?”
The man turned his head and looked at Taoist Qingsong, and then at Qi Wen who was pulling at his master with a nervous look on his side. He took a deep breath and left without looking back.
“This gentleman… I am different from other fortune tellers. I can see what they can’t see~! Oh, Qi Wen, why are you holding me back…”
“Master, please stop talking. I’m begging you to count me as my disciple. That gentleman doesn’t want to count me!”
“Why doesn’t he want to forget it? He is afraid of it. I’ll try to persuade him to forget it, hey!”
Seeing that the pilgrim had gone away, Taoist Qingsong was discouraged and sighed.
“It’s rare that this person has a good temper…”
Ji Yuanzheng opened his eyes wide and looked at the middle-aged man who was far away. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when he heard Taoist Qingsong’s words.
“Daoist Master Qi also knows your feelings. If that person has a bad temper, shouldn’t he be beaten again?”
As soon as Ji Yuan Zhongzheng’s clear voice spoke, he immediately attracted the attention of Taoist Qingsong and Qi Wen. When they turned around, they saw Ji Yuan standing next to the tree.
“It’s Mr. Ji! Hahaha, it’s really Mr. Ji! Mr. Ji hasn’t changed at all!”
Qi Wen’s happy expression was evident on his face. Even Qingsong Taoist Qi Xuan was also very excited, but suddenly felt a little embarrassed when he thought of the situation just now, so he hurriedly stood up and bowed his hands.
Ji Yuan also smiled and cupped his hands, and said to Qi Wen.
“Little Taoist Master Qi Wen has grown into an adult. You were only as high as your master’s chin at the beginning, and now you are almost tall.”
“Uh, hehe, when did you come, Mr. Ji?”
Taoist Priest Qingsong felt a little uneasy. This person is really no ordinary person.
“I’ve been here for a while, and I went to your Yunshan Temple for a walk before I came to you. I wonder when the stall will be closed?”
“Collect it, collect it now, Qi Wen, don’t be stunned, we are closing the stall.”
Taoist Qingsong saw that Mr. Ji had made a special trip to see his master and apprentice. How could he still sit still? He quickly packed up his things with Qi Wen. How dare he let the gods wait for him until evening?
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“It’s all packed up. Mr. Ji, will you come back to Yunshan Temple with us for a quick meal?”
“Yes, Mr. Ji, the food cooked by my master is delicious.”
“As long as you don’t mind me disturbing your peace and quiet.”
Ji Yuan joked and took steps together with the master and apprentice.
“No way, Mr. Ji can come to our little Poguan, it will be really brilliant. Today I will show my hands to Mr. Ji, so that you can taste how my mortal craftsmanship compares to the immortal Xialu .”
The tone is not small, but Ji Yuan had gone to Yunshan Guan Kitchen to take a look before. There was no shortage of rice, but there was not enough oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.
“Then I really need to see the benefits of the Taoist priest. There is no taste in dining and drinking dew, but I have still eaten the Dragon Palace feast.”
Taoist Master Qingsong suddenly became nervous when he heard this. He was just saying polite words. Mr. Ji, don’t take it seriously!
Ji Yuan simply took his master and apprentice to the county market and bought everything that needed to be bought, not forgetting to buy some fish and meat.
However, when leaving Dongle County, Ji Yuan still looked back. The ambergris must have made Qi Xuan drink a few cups, and it would probably make the Taoist sleep for several days.
Of course I won’t set up a stall these days, but I don’t know if the pilgrim will go back to find a Taoist to tell his fortune and save him.