Lanke Chess Edge

In fact, lottery can also be drawn at the small booth of Taoist Qingsong, but most of the pilgrims who come to Chenghuang Temple still like to ask for lottery in front of the statue of the God of the City God, and then think about the lottery by themselves or find someone to solve the lottery.

The mode of asking for lottery in the temple can be regarded as a special Shinto response. The bamboo sticks in front of the orthodox City God’s Seat are a bit particular, and somewhat related to the Shinto books in the Yin Division. Not much can be seen.

However, things like the signatures that the fortune teller asks people to draw lots are different. It is a special method of divination, and it is also a kind of divination.

Under the warm greeting of Taoist Qingsong, the middle-aged pilgrim also sat down on the small stool in front of the booth, and asked curiously when he heard Taoist Qingsong said that he was observing his face just now.

"The Taoist priest said he was watching my face, so what can I say?"

Taoist Qingsong shook his head, and before he could speak, the little Taoist Qi Xuan let out an "Ah cough" beside him.

"Unlock the signature first, first untick the signature, I will compare the signature to see, remember the signature?"

The middle-aged man didn't think much about it, so he told the truth.

"I saw that it was written in the signature in the temple: The curtains are fighting endlessly, Bing Jia."

Ji Yuan had already walked to the tree at Taoist Qingsong's stall unknowingly, and he didn't use any magic tricks to cover his eyes, it's just that they were focused on other things so they didn't notice him.

From the words of the middle-aged man, Ji Yuan got the information that this person may be literate first, and the description of the words is what he saw, not the content of the signature written by Miaozhu. Ji Yuan didn't feel very good when he heard the signature.

Ji Yuan didn't pay attention to Qi, but his fire was quite vigorous despite his life, and judging by the appearance of this pilgrim, he shouldn't be the kind who would hit people casually.

Taoist Qingsong frowned when he heard the signature, and then looked at the pilgrim.

"Sign up..."

Here Taoist Qingsong is considered a master, and his expression is obviously thinking carefully, which makes the pilgrim a little nervous.

"It seems that you are not born with such a bad face!"

Taoist Qingsong added a serious expression.

"you!"

The man felt shortness of breath in his chest immediately, but fortunately his self-cultivation is not bad, but his tone was a bit harsher.

"Please ask the Taoist priest to release the sign!"

Qi Wen was very embarrassed at the side, and quickly explained to the man.

"Uh, sir, please don't misunderstand me. My master has seen that your face has deteriorated recently, so I'm not scolding you..."

Taoist Qingsong also seemed to realize that he had just said something too much, and he also smiled apologetically, and immediately began to undo the lottery.

"Sir, is what you are looking for in the temple a home, safety, or career?"

"Both."

Taoist Qingsong nodded, and looked at the man's face again.

"It is reasonable to say that you, sir, have a dignified appearance and straight facial features, and your appearance is good, but the situation is different now, it should be at a low point. According to the meaning of your signature, you have recently been haunted by old grievances or scheming. People are plotting against you, and no matter what the situation is, you have already vaguely felt something, haven't you?"

The middle-aged man in dark clothes was obviously shocked when he heard the words, and his expression was quite serious.

"The Taoist priest said in detail again, can you tell me how to deal with it?"

One of the small reasons why Taoist Qingsong likes fortune-telling is that he likes to watch the expressions and reactions of those people when they are counted. Seeing the man's reaction makes him look more serious.

"Sir, you can know that this stalker refers to the generals in the army who participated in the military staff. The fight between the stalkers seems a bit polite, but it is actually a fierce military formation. Blood will be seen in the shadow of swords and swords!"

The middle-aged man's scalp tingled and his expression changed, but Taoist Qingsong's words were not over yet.

"It's fine if it's an ordinary signature, but sir, there is the word 'endless' on your signature, which indicates danger!"

These words are enough to be understood by people with little education, not to mention that the middle-aged man is still a little knowledgeable, and his face is more ugly than before.

Qi Wen at the side also listened very seriously, but Ji Yuan, who was a few steps away, also frowned, but resisted the thought of opening his eyes to look at the middle-aged man carefully, planning to wait for Taoist Qingsong to finish the sign or finish the calculation Then look at the breath with the eyes of the Dharma.

"The Daoist means that this matter has reached the point where there is no end to death, and there is no room for maneuver?"

"Hey, there are no absolutes in the world. Signing the paper can be regarded as an aggravated degree, but it may not be really incomprehensible. We still have to discuss the matter in detail. Anyway, it is definitely right to have less evil thoughts and more good deeds to accumulate virtue."

It is rare for Taoist Qingsong to say a word of consolation, it seems that some of them are remembering to type, but the method mentioned is probably applicable to 90% of the signed documents, although it is the most reasonable, it is not nutritious to some extent in the ears of others.

"I think you, sir, have some direction in your mind. Otherwise, the signature will not be the head of the 'secret guest', but the 'Foolish Old Man'. Why don't you give me the horoscope and let me do the math for you?"

When the last sentence was said, Taoist Qingsong's tone was obviously very interested.

According to Ji Yuan's understanding, Qi Xuan probably thought in his heart, "What's the point of counting an ordinary life, of course, the more twists and turns, the more exciting it is!" ’ and the like.

It may feel like some doctors are interested in difficult and strange diseases.

However, the middle-aged man obviously has his own ideas, maybe he thinks that what Taoist Qingsong said just now is almost the same, or he has already counted his fate many times, so he didn't want to tell the horoscope.

"Thank you, Daoist, for releasing the sign for me..."

The man glanced at the signboard of the stall, sorted out five pennies from the purse and put them on the table.

"This is the fare, farewell!"

After speaking, the man stood up, cupped his hands and planned to leave.

In this way, Taoist Qingsong became a little anxious.

"Hey, sir, don't rush to leave. I see that your face is gloomy now. Let me count your fate and see your longevity. You have to understand whether you are dead or alive, don't you?"

The man turned his head to look at Taoist Qingsong, then at Qi Wen who was pulling his master with a nervous expression, 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 pulling me..."

"Master, don't talk about it, I beg you to count it as an apprentice, that gentleman doesn't want to count it!"

"Why doesn't he want to count? He's afraid of counting. I'll just persuade him, hey!"

Seeing that the pilgrim had gone away, Taoist Qingsong was also discouraged and sighed.

"It's rare that this person has a good temper..."

Ji Yuan opened his eyes wide and looked at the middle-aged man who was far away, and he couldn't laugh or cry when he heard Taoist Qingsong's words.

"You Daochang Qi also knows the feelings. If that person has a bad temper, shouldn't he be beaten again?"

As soon as Ji Yuan Zhongzheng's clear voice opened his mouth, he immediately attracted Taoist Qingsong and Qi Wen's attention. As soon as they turned their heads, they saw Ji Yuan standing beside 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 on the surface, even Qingsong Taoist Qi Xuan was very excited, but suddenly he was a little embarrassed when he thought of the situation just now, so he just hurriedly stood up and bowed.

Ji Yuan also smiled and cupped his hands, and said to Qi Wen.

"Prince Qi Wen Xiaodao has grown into an adult. You only reached your master's chin back then, and now you are almost as tall."

"Uh, hehe, when did you come, Mr. Ji?"

Daoist Qingsong was a little embarrassed, this one is really not a mortal.

"I've been here for a while, and I came to see you after visiting your Yunshan Temple. I don't know when the stall will be closed?"

"Collect it, collect it, collect it immediately, Qi Wen, don't stand still, we will close the stall."

Taoist Qingsong saw that Mr. Ji came here specially to find his master and apprentice, so how could he sit still, he hurriedly packed things with Qi Wen, and dared to let the gods wait for him until evening?

In fact, this small booth is just two wooden branches placed on a wooden board, and then covered with a piece of jute cloth. The master and apprentice dismantled it in two or three times, and put it into a basket together with the signing bucket, divination plate, etc. Qi Wen on the back.

"It's packed, it's packed, Mr. Ji will go back to Yunshan Temple with us for a light meal, shall we?"

"Yes, Mr. Ji, the dishes my master cooks are delicious."

"As long as you don't think I disturb your peace."

Ji Yuan joked, and followed the master and apprentice together.

"How can it be, Mr. Ji can come to our little Poguan, it is really full of splendor, today I will show my hands to Mr., let you appreciate how my mortal craftsmanship is better than the fairy Xialu."

The tone is not small, but Ji Yuan went to Yunshan Guan's kitchen to take a look before, and there is no shortage of rice, but oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are not very abundant.

"Then I really need to experience the craftsmanship of the Taoist master. There is nothing tasteful about eating Xiaxia and drinking dew, but I still have a feast in the Dragon Palace."

Daoist Qingsong immediately became nervous when he heard the words, he was just speaking politely, Mr. Ji, don't take it seriously!

Ji Yuan simply took both master and apprentice to the county market, and bought a little of everything he bought, not forgetting to buy some fish and meat.

It's just that when leaving Dongle County, Ji Yuan still looked back, the ambergris must have made Qi Xuan drink a few cups, and it probably made this Taoist sleep for several days.

Naturally, he won't go to set up a stall again in the past few days, but he doesn't know if the pilgrim will go back to find a Taoist fortune teller to save him.