Ye Tian sneaked out from the purchasing station at noon, ran to the bus station by himself and bought a bus ticket to the town, and then walked to the village, where he spent a full afternoon.
Walking on the dirt road in the village, Ye Tian was in a very good mood. Although it was bumpy under his feet, it always felt more solid than the asphalt road in the city.
The village was as peaceful as ever. It was dinner time, and smoke was rising from the roofs of every house. Occasionally, a few chickens crowing and dogs barked, which was extremely sweet to Ye Tian's ears.
"Eh? Xiaotian, why are you back?"
"Xiaotian, are you okay in the city? Where is your dad?"
"That's right. Why did you, the kid, come back all by yourself?"
As soon as Ye Tian showed up in the village, he was surrounded by the villagers. The fat aunt held Ye Tian in her arms and kept yelling that the child didn't eat well and was much thinner than when he left.
"Uncle, aunt, fat aunt, hello..."
Ye Tian first greeted the elders around him, and then said: "I came back to see Master, but my dad didn't come..."
"You kid, how dare you come all the way back by yourself? You haven't eaten yet? Come on, go home with Fat Aunt for dinner..."
Regarding the question of whose house Ye Tian should go to eat, these enthusiastic villagers argued for a long time before the fat aunt took Ye Tian to her house.
Although they were ordinary meals, Ye Tian ate them particularly deliciously. After eating and playing with Pang Dun and other friends who came after hearing the news, Ye Tian walked up the mountain alone.
When he was still twenty or thirty meters away from the Taoist temple, Ye Tian saw the faint light in the side room, and couldn't help but feel sad.
The master is over 100 years old, but he is still alone with no one to take care of him. Logically speaking, as a disciple, he should be his disciple instead of going far away to study in the county.
Thinking of this, Ye Tian couldn't help but complain about his father's arrangements.
"Huh? It's Xiao Zizi?!"
When Ye Tian walked about seven or eight meters away from the Taoist temple, the lights inside suddenly flashed and the old Taoist's voice rang out. Although Ye Tian's walking voice was very soft, the old Taoist heard it immediately.
"Master, I'm here..."
I don't know why, Ye Tian's master's shout sounded like he was crying. You know, ever since he was sensible, Ye Tian rarely cried in front of others, but now he felt like throwing himself into his master's arms and crying.
impulse.
With a "squeak" sound, the side door of the Taoist temple was opened, and the figure of the old Taoist was revealed. Although he couldn't see the master's face clearly with his back to the light, Ye Tian knew that the master must be very happy at this time.
"You brat, you've only been out for a week and you still miss your master? Look at how useless you are..."
The old Taoist looked at Ye Tian holding back tears and smiled and patted him on the head. However, although his palm was raised high, there was no strength at all when he dropped it.
"Master, I miss you. I will never leave again. I will stay here with you..." Ye Tian ignored the old joke and buried himself in his master's arms.
To be honest, Ye Tian felt very uncomfortable during the time he lived in the city. The world was like a cage that restrained him. Only when he stayed by his master's side could he feel like the sky was vast and the sea was full of birds flying and fish leaping.
"Idiot, if you want to live a pure life like Master, you first need to experience the world of mortals..."
The old Taoist touched Ye Tian's little head and sighed in his heart. Feng shui masters were always acting against nature. Although they did not commit evil, they often leaked secrets, which would harm their families. Most people were lonely.
lifetime.
The same is true for the old Taoist. After receiving the inheritance from the fortune teller, he left his hometown and traveled around the world. He never married and even took in two disciples and went into exile.
Now that the deadline is approaching, God has given him a disciple. Although this disciple is young, he is very filial, and the old Taoist is very satisfied.
"Master, wouldn't it be nice to live a pure life in the mountains?"
In the past, Ye Tian liked the excitement the most, but after living in the county town for a few days, he always felt that the excitement was incompatible with him. Compared with the two, he was more comfortable here with his master.
"Haha, you will be bored if you don't live here for a month..." The old Taoist laughed loudly after hearing this, and took Ye Tian's little hand and walked into the house.
The entire Taoist temple, including the wing rooms, was recently built. However, apart from the fact that the building is new, the tables, chairs and furniture inside are all items that have been used by Taoists for more than ten years, giving people a very shabby feel.
On the table in the middle of the room, there is a stack of paper with good texture. Next to the paper is an inkstone with a simple shape. A wolf-hair pen is leaning on the inkstone, and the fragrance of ink is floating in the room.
The room was still filled with the smell of kerosene, which was the smell emitted by the "gas-killing wind lamp" on the table. There was no electricity on the mountain, so every night, the old Taoist relied on this kerosene lamp to read books and write articles.
"Master, I'm serious, how about you come down the mountain with me, or I just stay on the mountain?"
Looking at these simple pieces of furniture, they revealed a sense of coldness and loneliness, and Ye Tian's little nose wrinkled up again. In the past, he didn't feel anything bad when he often went up the mountain, but now it made Ye Tian feel sour.
"You are talking nonsense again. Aren't you still thinking about marrying that little girl named Yu? If you stay in the mountains and become a savage, will others be willing to marry you?"
The old Taoist laughed when he heard this, but when he said these words, his heart suddenly moved.
My apprentice is extremely talented in Feng Shui physiognomy. If he takes this path, if he is like me in the future, wouldn't he be lonely for the rest of his life?
As the saying goes, most people who read Feng Shui will have one of five disadvantages and three deficiencies. He cannot see Ye Tian's fate, so he cannot predict what Ye Tian will be like in the future.
Thinking of this, the old Taoist became entangled in every possible way. He had watched Ye Tian grow from a yellow-haired child to such an adult. That kind of relationship had already surpassed the relationship between master and disciple, and he truly regarded Ye Tian as his grandson.
Come and look at it.
As elders, they all hope that the younger generation will live a happy life and have descendants. However, if Ye Tian takes this path, the variables in the future will be beyond his control.
Seeing the old Taoist suddenly staring straight at him, Ye Tian was a little confused. He raised his little hand and waved it in front of the old Taoist and said, "Master, what's wrong with you? I didn't say I wanted to marry that girl..."
"Ah, Master is fine. Little Yezi, do you blame Master for teaching you Feng Shui?"
Interrupted by Ye Tianyi, the old Taoist came to his senses, waved his hand, and said with a serious face: "You know, in our industry, there are always five shortcomings and three shortcomings, and it is very likely that we will suffer misfortune and not end well...
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"Master, why are you asking this? I don't regret it. In history, didn't Chen Tuan and Yuan Liuzhuang both live to be over a hundred years old? Besides, Master, you are already over 100 years old..."
Ye Tiantian shook his head vigorously. Although he didn't finish the last sentence, the meaning was obvious. The old Taoist was more than a hundred years old, but he was still clear-sighted and deaf. Even if he died now, he would have died a good death.
"Haha, that's well said, and it makes sense. I didn't expect that Master couldn't understand it like a kid like you..."
After hearing Ye Tian's words, the old Taoist burst out laughing. He had been good at calculations all his life, but he had forgotten the truth that "the way of heaven has no relatives and always associates with good people." As long as he is not bent on evil, why should he be afraid of bad luck?
