4. Chapter 4 [002] Being hit on the head by the Clay Bodhisattva (3)
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Grandma may have been too shocked. She stared at the old Taoist priest blankly and was speechless.
Yang Zimei looked at the Taoist priest, then at the old thread-bound books on the bookshelf next to him, raised a childish face, but asked in a mature tone: "Taoist master, if I study Taoism with you, can I learn the real way of seeking good fortune and avoiding evil?"
A technique that defies heaven and changes fate?"
The surprise in the old Taoist priest's eyes deepened.
Such a sentence should never be uttered by a five-year-old girl, but this is exactly what happened. What kind of evil child is this?
The old Taoist priest bent down, picked her up, walked to the bookshelf, and pointed to the lines of thread-bound books, "These are the metaphysical wealth left by our Chinese ancestors, including mountains, medicine, fortune, divination,
The five systems including phase, if you have a certain level of cultivation, can indeed make people seek good luck, avoid bad luck and go against the will of heaven to change their destiny."
In her previous life, she had been a trickster for more than ten years, but she had never really believed in the so-called physiognomy, thinking that it was just nonsense that she talked about just to make a living.
"Aren't divination and fortune telling, Feng Shui and fortune telling just deceptive feudal superstitions?" Yang Zimei didn't care what others thought of her current age and status, and continued to ask maturely.
"Feudal superstition?" The old Taoist priest sneered with disdain, "Real metaphysics is a profound philosophy that is derived from the harmony of yin and yang in the human body. It is a kind of mysterious and mysterious knowledge that cannot be explained scientifically.
The theory has thousands of years of historical development, how can it be said to be Feng family superstition?"
After the old man said this, he felt that what he said was too profound. Even the old lady next to him didn't understand what he was talking about. How could he expect this five-year-old child to understand?
However, he found that the child seemed to understand, and was blinking at the books on the bookshelf with a pair of dark eyes, but as deep as an adult's.
"Okay! I want to learn metaphysics from you!"
Yang Zimei nodded, slipped out of the arms of the old Taoist priest, and said seriously.
She has experienced such an unbelievable thing as rebirth, why can't she believe in something as mysterious as metaphysics? Its existence is reasonable. Since it can influence Chinese people for thousands of years, making people believe in it with incomparable piety, it must be
And the logic behind it is definitely not like the blind master in my previous life, who just learned a little bit to make money.
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In the last life, there was a very famous fortune teller in City A. Every day, a large number of dignitaries and dignitaries lined up to wait for him to divine fortune and avoid misfortune. The fee was very expensive, and the minimum threshold was one hundred thousand.
This made her extremely envious and jealous. She could sit on the street for a whole day without getting a single customer, and the money they were willing to pay was very little, just a few yuan.
At that time, she couldn't figure out why there was such a big difference in treatment for both fortune tellers and deceivers.
Now it seems that maybe he is truly talented and learned, and can really seek good fortune, avoid misfortune, give advice and change his destiny against the will of heaven.
When the old Taoist priest saw that she had agreed, he was very happy and couldn't wait to say to his grandma: "Since this child wants to be my teacher, then she should stay on the mountain from now on. I will take her down the mountain to meet you when I have time."
Grandma looked at a loss.
The old Taoist priest, representing the living immortals, accepted her granddaughter as his disciple and taught her immortal ways. This made her both happy and worried.
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Yang Zimei thought about her tragic life that began when she was six years old. She didn't know if it would change. She wanted to cherish the warmth of her family now, but she really didn't want to leave home any longer.
"Master, I don't want to stay on the mountain all day. I want to be with my family. Let's do this. From now on, I will get up at six o'clock in the morning and come to the mountain to study for a while, and then go home in the afternoon." Yang Zimei suggested.
Perhaps because he was used to her mature words, the old Taoist no longer looked at her with surprise, but treated her as an equal adult. He thought about it and nodded, "That's fine, it's just that our metaphysics is profound and profound.
It’s not something that can be learned in half a day. It doesn’t matter if you’re not on the mountain at ordinary times. As long as you can complete the homework assigned by me when you go home every day.”
Yang Zimei didn't know what homework he wanted to assign her, but she believed it was not to embarrass her, so she nodded.
What's more, she also wants to learn some real skills as soon as possible within this year, so that her family can avoid that devastating disaster and rewrite her miserable life.
"Can you recognize the characters?" the Taoist master pulled out the "Book of Changes" from the bookshelf and asked.
Yang Zimei nodded, "I recognize a little, but not much!"
"Old fairy, the child's father is a teacher and can recognize a lot of words." Grandma said from the side.
"Well, today you take this book home and recite it. Ask your father if you don't understand the words, and teach me the principles you don't understand!" said the Taoist master.
Yang Zimei looked at the thick book with a bit of sweat, but took the book without saying anything.
If she could change her life, let alone memorize a difficult ancient book, even if it was a more difficult task, she would do it.
"Then every morning at six o'clock, I will be waiting for you at the foot of the mountain!" After the old Taoist priest finished speaking, he sat on the bed where Yang Zimei was lying just now, closed his eyes and meditated, and ignored the two of them.
Grandma pulled Yang Zimei away.
When she got home, her mother, Huang Xiuli, saw the white cloth on her forehead and hugged her heartbrokenly, asking what happened.
Grandma just told the story in detail.
"This child Niuniu is really in trouble, poor Niuniu!" Huang Xiuli hugged her tightly, her eyes full of heartache.
Feeling the warmth of maternal love, Yang Zimei felt more attachment to her and hugged her mother tightly with her little hands.