In the early morning, the sun had just risen. Both sides of the street were deserted and deserted. There were two or three pedestrians coming and going in a hurry. Among them, an ox cart was driving.
"Sir, there is a dilapidated Dragon Temple here. There is not much incense, but the front of the temple is very lively." The coachman said enthusiastically, leading him to look.
At this time, all I could see was the clear waves of Jinyang Lake, and a very majestic ancestral hall on the west side of Hunan. However, it looked gray and gray, and there was an empty space to the east of the ancestral hall, which was the venue for the ancestral gathering in the past.
"Stinky tofu, stinky tofu, fresh stinky tofu, the local prefect likes this one." Even though it was early in the morning, some vendors came out early to set up stalls and sell things.
This is a county with a big city. It's early now, so there aren't many pedestrians, but after a while, the crowds will become denser, with people from all three religions and nine streams.
"Rock sugar water, rock sugar water, one penny a cup! One penny a cup!" A vendor was selling.
Ye Qing was a little strange. He pointed at the Dragon Temple and said, "Since it is the Dragon Temple, why is there not much incense?"
"I heard that the Dragon Prince was not very responsive and his prayers for rain failed to come to fruition, so he gradually fell into ruin." The coachman stopped.
Ye Qing shook his head, threw down a silver horn, and continued towards the dock. According to the words of the mountain god, his chance this time was to find a fortune teller. He only appeared in the early morning of the fifteenth day of every month, when the sun first rose.
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At this moment, a voice reached Ye Qing's ears.
"I know astronomy from above and geography from below. I know three hundred years in advance and five hundred years in hindsight. Just give me money to determine your future!" Hearing this, Ye Qing just wanted to laugh, but something moved in his heart. He suppressed his thoughts and followed the voice.
past.
A skinny old man, his face was full of ravines, his white hair was messy, hiding dirt and dirt, his whole person was old and decrepit, without a trace of agility.
There was a white cloth hanging casually on the stall in front of me, with four bright red characters written on it, "Innate Divine Calculation", which was shocking. There was a shabby Bagua diagram on the ground, some parts of which were worn to the point where it was hard to see clearly. I was pressing it with stones casually.
Pedestrians around him stayed away with disgust, and those who felt pity dropped a few pennies and hurried away. When Ye Qing saw it, he went over and sat down casually in front of the stall.
"Oh, what kind of future does this scholar want to calculate? Marriage and love? Or destiny disaster? Well, the innate divine fortune-telling passed down from our ancestors can predict three hundred years in advance and five hundred years in hindsight." The old fortune teller saw a man coming in front of the stall.
Patron, he kept saying.
When Ye Qing heard the words, he just remained silent and carefully looked at the old fortune teller who was talking endlessly. The old man was wearing a black coat, which was also very worn. His palms were as dry as chicken claws, and they were a little bent and could not be stretched. He could see that they were covered with calluses.
The face is covered with ravines and wrinkles, showing the vicissitudes of life, which are traces of the baptism of time.
There was nothing surprising about the old fortune teller. Ye Qing looked at it carefully and felt a little disappointed in his heart. The old fortune teller was tired, but when he saw a trace of disappointment in Ye Qing's eyes, he felt something in his heart: "I guess you are here to look for someone, at least.
What are you looking for?"
Ye Qing laughed after hearing this.
"I'm not here to make you count. I'm just destined to take care of your business." Ye Qing said, throwing out a five-tael silver ingot and rolling it into the old fortune teller's hand: "You just need to say something
If it's auspicious, just make me happy. If it's good, I'll give you all the money. If it's bad, I'll give it to you."
The old fortune teller's heart trembled when he heard this. He looked at the silver rolling over, thought about it, picked it up, put it in his sleeve, and started talking to Ye Qing.
"In that case, I'll just say it casually. I guess you are not a customer who is short of money. You don't care about this little money!" The old fortune teller smiled and stopped talking. He stared at Ye Qing carefully for a while.
Only then did he show a hint of surprise, and was a little dazed. After a long time, he slowly said, "Sir, you shouldn't be here. You're not here to find anyone. You're here to seek good luck!"
"You have a rough fate, many hardships, and very few blessings. You should not have the achievements you have now. Your luck has been taken away from you. I see a faint evil look between your eyebrows. This is an ominous sign. You have taken away your luck. Naturally,
If there is a backlash, this is also your fate." The old fortune teller tapped the ground with his fingers, tapping it again and again.
When Ye Qing heard this, his eyes shrank like needles, and his heart was shaken, but he remained calm: "Tell me, what calamity did I have, why shouldn't I be here?"
"According to your current luck, it is still far from enough to achieve what you want to do. It is beyond your capabilities and unwillingness. It is calamity. You should not be here. There is no trace of you here - even if there is, it will be long ago.
It took half a year.”
"Then how can I survive this calamity? Please teach me, sir." Ye Qing asked lazily, taking out another piece of silver and placing it in front of the old fortune teller.
The old fortune teller put the money into his sleeve and said: "Well, you are good. I see your sincerity, so I will make an exception and do it for you to eliminate disasters for you!"
The old fortune teller picked up the dusty brush, dipped it in his saliva, spread out a piece of yellow paper, and began to draw twisted talismans, twists and turns, and he didn't know what they were. He had never seen anything like this before or in this life.
Talisman.
But as the old fortune teller was drawing, his stomach growled suddenly, he stopped what he was doing, knocked a few times, and said: "I'm hungry and can't draw the talisman, so I'll give you this half!"
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With that said, he threw down half of the talisman and walked away.
Ye Qing laughed "poof", thought for a while, then took the half of the talisman and found a hotel at random, and ordered: "Bring the food to the room, don't disturb me.
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Time passed, and it was dusk in the blink of an eye, and the night fell like a gauze. Ye Qing stood up, followed by a waiter, jumping on the food box, and arrived at the lake shore. At this time, the river was surging, and waves of water vapor rolled up.
People are refreshing.
Ye Qing walked and looked around.
There is a village on the left and right side of the lake. Most of them make a living by fishing. When they saw a flat rock, they ordered: "Put all the food and wine on it. I want to enjoy the lake and the moon."
"Yes, I'll help you put it on the table right away." Of course the waiter didn't understand this elegance, but it was the uncle who paid the money. He immediately spread a layer of mulberry paper and put seven or eight side dishes on it. The meat and bones in the middle were crystal clear, and I don't know why.
The thing is made, the aroma wafts out, making people's appetites whet their appetites, and there is also a pot of wine.
The waiter explained: "This is our signature dish, crystal deboned, made from wild meat from the mountains. This is a great tonic."
"Yes, please step back. This is your silver reward!" Ye Qing casually threw down a small piece of broken silver, making the waiter laugh again and again: "Thank you, Master, for the reward."
After bowing, he went far away.
Seeing no one, Ye Qing coughed and said, "Can you come out now?"
The words fell in the air, but no one responded. Ye Qing smiled, picked up the chopsticks, picked out the crystal bones and took a bite. He suddenly felt a faint sense of energy permeating the body along with the meat. It was just like what the real waiter said.
The top is a great tonic, and the chopsticks are coming down one after another.
Seeing this, I finally sighed in the night and an old man appeared.
Ye Qing smiled: "It's you!"
At this time, I took a closer look at the old fortune teller, and saw that the old fortune teller was very thin. As soon as he came up, he threw himself in front of the mulberry paper, but did not take the chopsticks, and asked: "Are you setting a banquet for me?"
"If it's not you, who else?" Ye Qing's heart moved and he seemed to have some realization as he said.
As soon as he said these words, the old fortune teller sighed, tapped the ground with his bamboo pole, and said: "I have been demoted for thirty years and have no money left. I spent the first fifteen years begging for a living, and the next fifteen years I lived by telling fortunes. I was homeless."
"In the past, I would have never even looked at this meal, but in the past few decades, it has been so difficult to eat this meal!"
"This is the first full meal in thirty years. How do you want me to repay you?"
Ye Qing listened and said nothing. At this time, the moonlight was dim, the lake was lapping at the shore, and the tide was roaring. With a smile, he said slowly: "To be honest, sir, I just won the scholarship this year. In August this year, in February next year,
I want to succeed in the state examination and the palace examination, but I still owe some luck, and I have offended some people in the past, so it is inevitable that there will be some disasters. What do you think, sir?"
The old fortune teller looked at Ye Qing carefully, but he couldn't see his expression clearly. The waves hit the embankment and splashed with waves. After a long time, he shook his dark coat and muttered: "I'm right. You are destined to be weak.
It is absolutely impossible to achieve what you have now, but you are entangled with many kinds of luck, and the external luck is very helpful, and one of them is of the same vein as me, which should be the luck caused by the Dragon King's favor for you."
Ye Qing was shocked when he heard this, not because he was seen through, but because he was "of the same vein". Could it be that the person in front of him was also the Dragon King?
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the old fortune teller sigh suddenly: "But according to your current luck, you can barely win the imperial examination, but if you want to win the Jinshi, it is far from enough. It is far behind."
"Your current luck is at most two-tenths of being a Jinshi, and the remaining eight points depends on whether you have good luck or not."
Ye Qing was immediately moved when he heard this. He didn't know how much luck it took to become a Jinshi, but if the old man in front of him could tell it straight away, there must be something unique about it.
"Please sir, teach me!" Ye Qing bowed deeply in front of the old fortune teller and begged.
Seeing Ye Qing's plea, the old fortune-teller pondered and did not respond immediately. He sighed after a long time: "That's it, I'll help you. I tell you the truth, I, the dragon grandson, was deposed, but if I am still intact, I can still help you."
Three points of luck, but now I can’t even eat a meal, how can I help you?”
"However, I have a plan. It depends on whether you have the courage, courage, and wisdom." The old fortune teller said gloomily: "And I tell you clearly that once you agree, there will be no way out, and you will
Offend some adults!"
Longsun, sir, when these two words were spoken by the old fortune teller, they rang in Ye Qing's ears. It is conceivable that Longsun could be called "sir".
An ordinary person might be surprised and agree, but Ye Qing has gone through a catastrophe in his previous life and is fully aware of the vortex's conspiracy inside. Wouldn't it be shocking?
Moreover, there is always a sense of familiarity in these words. A little bit of inspiration is dazzling, but it is always a little bit different and cannot be understood clearly.
"Why, don't you dare?"
Seeing Ye Qing pondering, the old fortune teller asked with a sneer.
Ye Qing was startled when he heard this. He would not fall for this provocation, but was there really any way out?
If you can't get Jinshi in this class, what is the essential difference between this little accumulation and the previous life?
If you want to be on top, you can't give in. Thinking of this, Ye Qing looked up to the sky and laughed, looking very happy, but he responded: "Why don't I dare?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a muffled thunder, and dark clouds surged out, covering most of the lake.