In fact, there are also lots to draw at the small stall of Taoist Qingsong, but most of the pilgrims who come to the City God Temple still like to ask for a sign in front of the statue of the City God God, and then think about the signs by themselves or find someone to explain the signs.

The model of asking for a signature in the temple is a special response to Shinto. The bamboo sticks in front of the orthodox city god are still a bit particular, and they are somewhat related to Shinto books in the underworld. The person who seeks to have a heart of sincerity can still get a general direction, but not much can be seen clearly.

Things like signs that fortune tellers ask for lottery draws are different. They are a special method of divination and a type of divination.

Under the enthusiastic greeting of Taoist Qingsong, the middle-aged pilgrim also sat down on the stool in front of the stall. When he heard Taoist Qingsong say that he was observing his face just now, he asked curiously.

"The Taoist priest said he was observing my face, is there anything to say?"

Taoist Qingsong shook his head. Before he could speak, Taoist Qi Xuan next to him said "Ah cough".

"I will explain the signature first, and I will review the signature. Do I still remember the signature?"

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

"I saw the signature in the temple read: Mubin fights forever, Bingjia."

Ji Yuan had already walked to the tree at the Qingsong Taoist stall without realizing it, and he didn't use any tricks to trick him. He just focused on other things, so he didn't notice him.

From the middle-aged man's words, Jiyuan's information first was that this person might be able to read. The words describe what he saw, not the content of the temple Zhu informed the signature. As for the explanation, it depends on Taoist Qingsong. Anyway, Jiyuan felt that the signature was not very good when he heard about Jiyuan.

Jiyuan didn't deliberately observe the situation, but he just turned his life away, which was quite strong. Looking at 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 looked at the pilgrimage again.

"I'll sign..."

At this point, Taoist Qingsong looked like a master, and his expression was obviously thinking about it, which made the pilgrims a little nervous.

"It seems that your face is not born with a bad appearance!"

Taoist Qingsong made up with a sentence with serious expression.

"you!"

The man immediately felt a little frustrated in his chest. Fortunately, he was well educated, but his tone became a little heavier.

"Please explain the sign!"

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

"Uh, sir, please don't get me wrong. My master saw that your face has become worse recently, and I'm not scolding you..."

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

"Sir, is what you ask for in the temple a house, a safety or a career?"

“All.”

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

"Realistically speaking, sir, you have a straight face and a good face, but now the situation is different, so you should be at a low point. According to the meaning of your signature, you are either old and scheming people planning you recently. In any case, you have already felt something, right?"

The middle-aged man in deep clothes was obviously shocked when he heard this, and his expression was much more cautious.

"The Taoist priest said in detail. Can you tell me what kind of response is there?"

One of the small reasons why Taoist Qingsong likes fortune telling is that he likes to see the expressions and reactions of those people when they are counted. Seeing the man's reaction, he also seems more serious.

"Sir, you know that this scene is mostly referred to the military generals who participated in military aircraft staff. The battle between the two seems to be a bit gentle, but it is a real military formation. It is a bloody situation in the sword light and sabre shadows!"

The middle-aged man felt a little numb when he heard this and his face changed, but Taoist Qingsong was not over yet.

"It would be fine if it was an ordinary signature, but sir, your signature has the word "never stop" on it, indicating that it is dangerous!"

This is something that people who are not well educated can understand enough, not to mention that the middle-aged man is still a little sensible, and his face looks a little ugly than before.

At this time, Qi Wen was also very serious. He frowned even after a few steps away, but he resisted the idea of ​​opening his eyes to look at the middle-aged man, intending to wait until Taoist Qingsong finishes the signature or finishes the calculation before observing the Dharma eye.

"The Taoist priest meant that this matter had reached the point of never ending, and there was no room for maneuver?"

"Hey, there is no absolute thing in the world. This is aggravated by the signature, but it may not be really unsolvable. You still have to discuss things in detail. Anyway, it is definitely correct to have fewer evil thoughts and do more good deeds and accumulate virtue."

Taoist Qingsong rarely said comforting, it seems that he was also a little bit too much, but the method he said is applicable to about 90% of the signatures. Although it is the most reasonable, it can be felt that it is not nutritious in others' ears.

"I see, you have some direction in your heart, otherwise the signature will not be "Mubin" as the head, but "Yugong". Why don't you give me the horoscope and let me calculate a good fortune for you?"

When he said the last sentence, Taoist Qingsong was obviously very interested in his tone.

According to Jiyuan, Qi Xuan would probably think in his heart, "What's the point of calculating an ordinary life? Of course, the more troubles you are, the more exciting you are!"

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

However, the middle-aged man obviously had his own ideas. He might think that the words Qingsong Taoist had just explained were almost the same, or he had already calculated his fate many times, and he had no idea of ​​telling the Bazi.

"Thank you for your signature for me..."

The man glanced at the stall's signboard, picked out five penny copper coins from his wallet and placed them on the table.

"This is a fee, I'm leaving!"

After saying that, the man stood up and bowed his hand to leave.

In this way, Taoist Qingsong was a little anxious.

"Hey hey, hey, don't hurry to leave, I see that your face is dark now. Please let me calculate your fate and see your fortune and longevity. You have to understand whether you are dead or alive, right?"

The man turned his head and looked at Taoist Qingsong, then looked at Qi Wen, who was nervous on the side and was pulling his master. He took a deep breath before leaving 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, stop talking. I beg you for the apprentice. Then the sir doesn't want to count!"

"Why don't he want to count? He is afraid of counting. I'll just let it go, hey!"

Seeing that the pilgrim had walked away, Taoist Qingsong was also deflated and sighed.

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

Ji Yuan was looking at the middle-aged man who was leaving far away with his eyes wide. He was also amused and crying when he heard Taoist Qingsong's words.

"You Taoist Master Qi also knows the feelings. If that person has a nearly temper, should he be beaten again?"

As soon as Ji Yuan spoke his clear voice, he immediately attracted the attention of Taoist Qingsong and Qi Wen. When they turned around, 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 as good as Yan Biao. Even the Taoist Qingsong Qi Xuan was very excited, but when he thought of the situation just now, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed, so he hurriedly stood up and bowed.

Ji Yuan also smiled and bowed, aiming at Qi Wendao.

"Master Qi Wen has grown up to be an adult. You just reached your master's chin at the beginning, but now it's almost the same height."

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

Taoist Master Qingsong was a little nervous. This person was really not a mortal.

"I've been here for a while, and I've been visiting your Yunshan Temple before I came to find you. I wonder when the stall will be closed?"

"Cache, collect, collect immediately. Qi Wen, don't stand there, we'll close the stall."

Taoist Qingsong saw that Mr. Ji was coming to find his master and apprentice, so he could not sit still. He quickly packed things with Qi Wen, and dared to let the gods wait until the evening?

In fact, this small stall is just two wooden branches on a wooden board and a piece of jute cloth. It is dismantled by the master and apprentice in a few seconds. It is packed into a basket with the sign barrel and divination plate and other items, and Qi Wen carried it on his back.

"I've packed it up and packed it up. Mr. Ji and us will go back to Yunshan Temple to have a simple meal?"

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

"As long as you don't mind me disturbing you from peace."

Jiyuan joked and took steps with the master and apprentice.

"How can Mr. Ji come to our little vision? It's so brilliant. Today I will show you both my hands and let you taste how my mortal craftsmanship is better than the immortal shilu."

I was quite angry, but before, I went to Yunshanguan kitchen to take a look. There was no shortage of rice, but the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and other things were not very abundant.

"Then I really have to see the Taoist priest's income. The food and drinks are not good. But I have eaten the Dragon Palace feast."

Master Qingsong was nervous when he heard this. He was just a polite word. Mr. Ji, don’t take it seriously!

Jiyuan simply took his master and apprentice to the county market together, bought a little of what he should buy, and did not forget to buy some fish and meat.

However, when he left Dongle County, Jiyuan looked back and saw that the ambergris must have had a few drinks of ambergris, which would probably make the man sleep for several days.

Of course I will not set up a stall again these days, but I don’t know if the pilgrim will go back to find a fortune teller to save him.

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