"It seems that the only way to predict Xueli's fortune is through divination." Seeing that he couldn't get through Chi Xueli's phone, Fang Xiaoyu sighed helplessly, took out a few copper coins from the fabric bag, and prepared to give them to Chi Xueli.
Divinate a copper coin hexagram and see if you can get some clues from the hexagram.
He specially washed his hands, burned incense to pray to God, and held five copper coins in his hands.
With a crashing sound, five copper coins fell to the ground.
But the strange thing is that two of the copper coins, after spinning on the ground for a few times, fell on top of the other two coins, overlapping them without any bias.
"Ah! How come it's not corresponding?" Looking at the stacked copper coins, Fang Xiaoyu's eyes widened in surprise.
The overlap of copper coins means that this hexagram does not count at all. It is also called non-correspondence. This situation is extremely rare.
He gritted his teeth and sighed reluctantly: "Do it again."
After that, he picked up the copper coins, bowed for a while, and then scattered them on the ground.
"Crash!"
After the copper coins hit the ground, they immediately scattered and rolled around.
After a while, exactly the same thing happened as before. Two copper coins, after spinning a few times, suppressed the other two coins and overlapped tightly.
The Copper Coin hexagram should have taken the front and back sides of five copper coins as the hexagram, but now there is an overlapping phenomenon, indicating that this hexagram cannot be figured out at all.
Once can be said to be a coincidence, but twice means that this matter cannot continue. The probability of the copper coin hexagram overlapping is 10,000 times smaller than the probability of the horse head hexagram appearing in the Ram's Horn Holy Grail. If this matter continues, it will be disrespectful to the gods.
Already.
Fang Xiaoyu will naturally not take this risk again.
He put away the copper coins, took out his cell phone again with a sad face, and dialed Chi Xueli's number.
The phone still couldn't be connected. An ominous premonition flashed through Fang Xiaoyu's mind.
"Xueli, what happened?"
Fang Xiaoyu anxiously walked back and forth in the room with the phone in hand. While he was thinking about it, he heard the sound of chanting Buddha's name coming from outside the door.
"Amitabha!"
Everyone looked up and saw two women in robes, an old man and a young man, standing at the door of the Fang family villa.
Fang Xiaoyu took a closer look and couldn't help but excitedly greeted him.
"Miaoyu, Master Jingru, why are you here?"
"Amitabha! In the past two days, lay people at Jingyue Nunnery have donated thousands of rice crackers. We put them in the nunnery, but we couldn't eat them all. It was a pity to lose them, so we decided to go down the mountain and donate these rice crackers to all living beings. But I'm old
Ni didn't know many of the villagers at the foot of the mountain, so he had to inquire about Donator Fang's home. I know you have many workers, so giving the rice crackers to the workers to eat is a good deed!"
Master Jingru clasped her hands together and performed a Buddhist salute towards Fang Xiaoyu.
Miaoyu on the side also smiled and recited softly: "Amitabha!"
"Master, you're so polite." Fang Xiaoyu looked at Master Jingru with a smile and saw that her hands were empty and she didn't bring anything. She was puzzled and secretly happy at the same time.
He knew that Master Jingru would not go down the mountain innocently. She must have seen his predicament in meditation, so she came down specifically to help him resolve the crisis. As for sending rice crackers, I'm afraid it was just a matter of talk.
That's all.
Just when he thought this, he saw Master Jingru waving behind her and calling softly: "Come here quickly and pick up the rice crackers!"
Looking in the direction of Master Jingru's finger, Fang Xiaoyu saw two nuns in their thirties, carrying two loads of rice crackers, hurriedly walking towards the door of the Fang family villa.
Fang Xiaoyu was a little stunned and thought to himself: Is this old nun really giving rice crackers to himself?
Just when he thought this, he heard a silver bell-like chuckle coming from Miaoyu beside him.
"Mr. Fang, accept it quickly! These rice crackers are used by my master to pay homage to the Buddha when he performs rituals. They are donated by her and have immeasurable merit. Take them and share them with your family and your workers. They are harmful to the body.
It will be of great benefit.”
"Thank you!" Fang Xiaoyu nodded, immediately called the security guard, picked these rice crackers into his home, and then called Master Jingru, Miaoyu and others inside to enjoy tea.
He expected that Master Jingru must have come here for something and wanted to ask her for advice.
Sure enough, before Fang Xiaoyu could speak, Master Jingru smiled and performed a Buddhist salute towards him.
"Amitabha! Donor Fang, a poor nun, I actually have something to ask for when I come down the mountain. No need to drink tea. Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and I would like to ask Donor Fang to write a couplet for our Jingyue Temple to pray for blessings.
"
"Couplet?" Fang Xiaoyu looked confused and said, "Master Jingru, I'm just a villager in the mountains. I can't even write calligraphy, so how can I write good couplets?"
"You can!" Master Jingru pointedly pointed at the French cloth bag on Fang Xiaoyu's waist and said with a smile, "I believe you will be able to write beautiful calligraphy."
This look clearly means something.
Fang Xiaoyu's heart trembled slightly, and he immediately thought that he had a little ghost on him. He was thinking, could it be that Master Jingru had already noticed that he had a little ghost on him?
Just when he was suspicious, Miaoyu also answered: "Mr. Fang, just go to Jingyue Temple! Master came down the mountain to find you, it's not easy!"
Obviously, there is something in this beauty's words.
Fang Xiaoyu saw the strange expressions on the faces of Master Jingru and Miaoyu, and immediately understood what they were thinking. He smiled and nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go to Jingyue Temple with you right now."
After saying that, he said goodbye to his family and the beauties around him, and then followed Master Jingru, Miaoyu and others to Jingyue Temple.
Before entering the nunnery, Fang Xiaoyu couldn't wait to ask Master Jingru: "Master, have you seen some things about me from meditation?"
"Amitabha!" Master Jingru smiled and winked at Fang Xiaoyu and said, "Go to the meditation room and write couplets! Even if the sky is falling, it is not as important as your writing of couplets. Couplets are the most important thing, don't worry about other things!"
The more Fang Xiaoyu listened, the more he felt that there was a Zen meaning in these words.
"Okay! Just follow Master Tai's arrangement." Seeing the old nun in front of him, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, with a calm and composed look, Fang Xiaoyu was sure that Master Jingru would show him her kindness in other ways.
Point out the direction.
Master Jingru smiled and made a gesture of invitation.
The two of them entered the nunnery one after the other.
Master Jingru asked Fang Xiaoyu to pay homage to the Buddha in the nunnery first, and then took him into the meditation room on the west side.
As soon as he entered the Zen room, Fang Xiaoyu saw that the table was covered with red paper and brushes.
At this time, Miaoyu walked over with a quiet smile.
"Mr. Fang, let me grind the ink for you!"
After saying that, the beauty rolled up her sleeves, held an inkstone in her hand, and slowly began to sharpen the ink. Her posture really looked like that of a beautiful book girl. (To be continued)