"Nonsense, the secret must not be leaked. Just make a living and make a living. True and false, false and true. Being a fortune teller also requires fate." The master glared at the young monk and shook his head.
"Master is obviously proficient in fortune-telling and fortune-telling, so why do you do random calculations? When many tourists come to the temple, they say that there is an old man at the foot of the mountain who cannot tell fortunes accurately. It is rare for a few tourists to say that you can tell fortunes accurately." Yongyan has already said.
I have been troubled by this question for a long time, and after thinking about it, I finally asked.
"You don't understand this. Being a teacher is just about making extra money. If the calculations are too accurate, tourists will come here to tell fortunes and ask for fortune-telling. Who will come to the temple to burn incense? But occasionally, a few accurate calculations can help me as a teacher.
Gain some fame, so as not to destroy your own sign and not have a single customer." The master reached out and knocked the little monk's bald head, then shook his sleeves, turned around and walked towards the Zen room.
"Then why did Master close the stall so early today? In the past, didn't he close the stall until the afternoon?" The little monk followed closely behind the master and asked as he walked.
"Hey, I calculated three hexagrams for me today, and they are all free of charge. I started off badly, and I didn't make a dime. I'm not in the mood to continue setting up a stall..."
"Master, I understand. You didn't trick anyone today, but you were tricked by others, right?"
"It's your head. Are you the one with a hundred thousand whys? Where do so many problems come from?"
"Master, monks don't lie, you..."
"Shut up……"
"Master, you are arrogant again..."
"..."
The master and the young monk gradually walked away, and the conversation behind them could not be heard clearly. Taozi stretched out his hand to wipe a large drop of sweat from his forehead. These days, even the monks come out to set up stalls to tell fortunes. Hey,
They are all forced by life...
Duan Yu's deep and clear eyes kept looking at the master's back until he disappeared, then he turned his head, looked at Taozi's speechless expression, and said with a smile: "How is it? I finally overheard the big secret in the martial arts world.
?”
"It's a good thing that I came here to eavesdrop, otherwise I would have been deceived by him." Taozi looked at Duan Yu very seriously with her big black and white eyes and said, "You heard it too, right? Even the little monk said that he
He often goes down the mountain to deceive people. The story he just told you about his past and present lives must have been made up to deceive you. Don’t believe him. Duan Yu, you are so good. I believe that the girl you like must have someone.
One day I will understand your feelings and fall in love with you!"
"Then if it were you, would you like me?" Duan Yu smiled slightly, looked at Tao Zi and asked casually.
"Ah?" Taozi was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Duan Yu's casual expression, thought for a moment and replied, "But I already have Shen Mochen."
"Yes, then how do you know that the girl I like is not as good as Shen Mochen?" Duan Yu turned his head and looked at the bodhi tree in the yard. The sunlight passed through the bodhi leaves and fell on the ground, spreading.
In the mottled light and shadow on the ground, he stood so quietly, as if he was telling a story about someone who had nothing to do with him.
"But..." Taozi tilted her head and thought for a while, then whispered to her finger: "You said before that that girl is from our school. In our school, besides Shen Mochen, the best person is you..."
"Nonsense, the secret must not be leaked. Just make a living and make a living. True and false, false and true. Being a fortune teller also requires fate." The master glared at the young monk and shook his head.
"Master is obviously proficient in fortune-telling and fortune-telling, so why do you do random calculations? When many tourists come to the temple, they say that there is an old man at the foot of the mountain who cannot tell fortunes accurately. It is rare for a few tourists to say that you can tell fortunes accurately." Yongyan has already said.
I have been troubled by this question for a long time, and after thinking about it, I finally asked.
"You don't understand this. Being a teacher is just about making extra money. If the calculations are too accurate, tourists will come here to tell fortunes and ask for fortune-telling. Who will come to the temple to burn incense? But occasionally, a few accurate calculations can help me as a teacher.
Gain some fame, so as not to destroy your own sign and not have a single customer." The master reached out and knocked the little monk's bald head, then shook his sleeves, turned around and walked towards the Zen room.
"Then why did Master close the stall so early today? In the past, didn't he close the stall until the afternoon?" The little monk followed closely behind the master and asked as he walked.
"Hey, I calculated three hexagrams for me today, and they are all free of charge. I started off badly, and I didn't make a dime. I'm not in the mood to continue setting up a stall..."
"Master, I understand. You didn't trick anyone today, but you were tricked by others, right?"
"It's your head. Are you the one with a hundred thousand whys? Where do so many problems come from?"
"Master, monks don't lie, you..."
"Shut up……"
"Master, you are arrogant again..."
"..."
The master and the young monk gradually walked away, and the conversation behind them could not be heard clearly. Taozi stretched out his hand to wipe a large drop of sweat from his forehead. These days, even the monks come out to set up stalls to tell fortunes. Hey,
They are all forced by life...
Duan Yu's deep and clear eyes kept looking at the master's back until he disappeared, then he turned his head, looked at Taozi's speechless expression, and said with a smile: "How is it? I finally overheard the big secret in the martial arts world.
?”
"It's a good thing that I came here to eavesdrop, otherwise I would have been deceived by him." Taozi looked at Duan Yu very seriously with her big black and white eyes and said, "You heard it too, right? Even the little monk said that he
He often goes down the mountain to deceive people. The story he just told you about his past and present lives must have been made up to deceive you. Don’t believe him. Duan Yu, you are so good. I believe that the girl you like must have someone.
One day I will understand your feelings and fall in love with you!"
"Then if it were you, would you like me?" Duan Yu smiled slightly, looked at Tao Zi and asked casually.
"Ah?" Taozi was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Duan Yu's casual expression, thought for a moment and replied, "But I already have Shen Mochen."
"Yes, then how do you know that the girl I like is not as good as Shen Mochen?" Duan Yu turned his head and looked at the bodhi tree in the yard. The sunlight passed through the bodhi leaves and fell on the ground, spreading.
In the mottled light and shadow on the ground, he stood so quietly, as if he was telling a story about someone who had nothing to do with him.
"But..." Taozi tilted her head and thought for a while, then whispered to her finger: "You said before that that girl is from our school. In our school, besides Shen Mochen, the best person is you..."
