Pei Chuan is really afraid of Lingxi, the fear is deep in his bones.
But under my persistent persistence, he finally couldn't defeat me and promised to tell my fortune using the split-word fortune-telling method.
Just then, Pei Chuan deliberately went downstairs for a walk to make sure that Lingxi was not in the living room and would not come to make a surprise investigation, so that he had the courage to close the door and "play nonsense with me."
"Well, let's get started." Pei Chuan sat on the computer chair and said, "Give me a random word. Remember, it must be the first word that comes to your mind, otherwise it will affect the fortune-telling results."
I was staring at the TV series playing on the computer screen with concentration. When I heard Pei Chuan say the beginning, I immediately sat upright on the bedside and said, "Bury, bury, bury."
"What the hell, what are you thinking about? How dare you think of the word burial?" Pei Chuan threw aside the uneaten potato chips and happened to see a scene from the TV series playing on the computer screen, which was about a burial.
, immediately clicked the mouse to pause and said: "I dare you to be reminded by the TV series."
"Yes, how do you say it? Can you understand this word?" I asked.
Pei Chuan turned around and said, "As long as it's the first word in your mind, there must be a solution."
"Don't worry, let me think about it."
Pei Chuan picked up a pen and paper from the table and muttered something: "The word "burial" is twelve strokes. The five elements belong to wood. The bad luck is... the big bad luck."
Speaking of this, Pei Chuan's expression changed slightly. He looked up at me, narrowed the corners of his eyes and said, "How about you change the word?"
"Brother, can you be more serious?" I couldn't help but laugh and said, "What you say must be the first word that comes to mind and heart. How can you still change it half-way through the calculation?"
"Hey, it's a big disaster. It's definitely not good." Pei Chuan turned the ballpoint pen and said hesitantly: "It's just this once, it won't happen next time."
"I'm really unlucky to meet such a messy guy like you."
Pei Chuan frowned and said, "The word "Burial" is broken down. The upper part is the word "Cao", the middle is the word "Death", and the bottom is also the word "Cao"."
"Only those who are alive can die, so the word "death" can represent you, Suning."
"As an old saying goes, the sky is above and the earth is below."
"These two cursive characters are covering you, Suning, in the middle. There is no way to retreat."
Pei Chuan was drawing, and his right hand holding the ballpoint pen suddenly stopped and said: "The earth grass is used as a reed mat to wrap the body. The sky grass is used as a coffin to cover the body."
"Grass becomes wood, coffin becomes wood."
"Combined with the five-element attribute of the word "burial", it is wood, which itself is a sign of great misfortune."
"This..." Pei Chuan's pupils shrank sharply, and the ballpoint pen fell to the ground.
He stood up suddenly, his whole body unsteady and said: "If you are destined to die, you will no longer have a chance to live. How is this possible?"
I was shocked by Pei Chuan's actions, and I felt cold in my heart: "You mean I'm going to die?"
"Wait a minute, I, I must have made a mistake in my calculation." Pei Chuan sounded panicked and stammered: "No, no, I must have missed something in my calculations."
He picked up the ballpoint pen and said with a pale face: "The word "death" occupies the center, replacing you, Suning."
"In other words, you have been destined to commit suicide from the beginning."
"You are haunted by evil spirits. Although the situation is not good, with the help of my senior sister, I will never let you die."
"Then where does this death disaster come from?"
A trace of sweat appeared on Pei Chuan's forehead, and he breathed heavily and said: "There is no way out in front, there is no escape behind, everyone will die."
I stepped forward and said, "Aren't the left and right sides of the word "burial" empty, so you can't escape?"
"You know nothing." Pei Chuan said anxiously: "You can change the font structure if you want?"
"Only when there are radicals can one have a chance to survive; if there are no radicals, it will be regarded as death."
To be honest, I am skeptical about Pei Chuan's fortune-telling results.
But seeing that he was so anxious that he was about to scratch his scalp, I couldn't bear to hit him and said, "Perhaps you are not good at studying and have not fully understood the mystery of fortune telling."
"Impossible." Pei Chuan retorted resolutely: "The Eight-Character Physiological Sutra and the Split-Character Fortune Telling Method were taught to me step by step by my master. If I have a shallow background, I am not qualified to be promoted to an earth spirit master."
