The old magic stick shook his head and spoke plausibly and with great panache, saying that anyone who came here should come to his stall if he was not blind. Look at that little boy with a yellow mouth who was still young, he didn't look like a person who knew how to calculate.
The visitor is a strong-profile middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in coarse linen clothes. His identity cannot be identified, but his eyes are sharp and firm, and his square appearance shows that he is a stubborn person at a glance. His old face is dark, and he is
He has a stubble on his face and looks a bit worn, so he probably has some stories to tell.
The man ignored the old magician and walked straight to Xia Shang.
The old magic stick was so surprised that he pulled off a piece of his own beard with his fingertips. The pain was so painful that he almost burst into tears, but he did not forget to come over and ask: "Here, I am willing to do a divination for you for free."
The middle-aged man remained motionless and said in a low voice: "I want to ask this young gentleman to take a divination test."
Xia Shangfang was thinking. After regaining consciousness, he raised his head and glanced at the middle-aged man. He saw him looking away at him with a condescending look, and saw a sandalwood leaf falling down, grazing the side of the middle-aged man's face.
The leaves were floating lightly in the air, and they should have fallen to the ground leisurely, but they were split in half by the middle-aged man's finger and fell to the ground.
Split the leaf in half with just one finger!
This skill scared the old magic stick nearby and shrank back. Knowing that this was a martial artist, he did not dare to provoke him, so he returned to his seat honestly and stopped saying a word.
The middle-aged man asked Xia Shang: "Can it be tested?"
"able!"
"Is it accurate?"
"allow!"
"So what if it's not allowed?"
"Listen to what I have to say first and then ask." Xia Shang said, slowly getting up and not looking at the man, but at the fallen sandalwood leaf.
"You have internal injuries, but you pretend to be calm. If you continue, you will be like a leaf that is strong on the outside and dry on the inside. The slightest external force will break it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man's eyes sharpened, and the aura around him instantly became colder, and he stared straight at Xia Shang.
Xia Shang seemed unaware. He narrowed his eyes and sat down again. He flicked the leaves that fell on the table and said, "You know better than I do."
"How to judge?"
Xia Shang pointed to a leaf on the table and said: "Just take the fragrant sandalwood leaf. 'Ye' can be connected with the 'page' of the page of the book. The word 'sandalwood leaf' can be taken apart and reorganized to become 'wood shake'. Your face is expressionless and looks like
The wooden stake, the wood in 'wood trembling' refers to you, trembling means instability, indicating that you are pretending to be calm, but you are actually suffering from a hidden disease."
"How to solve it?"
"If there is no good prescription, go to the drugstore for advice."
At this point, the middle-aged man said no more, took a piece of silver and hurried away.
Both Lao Shengun and Xia Shang were impressed!
Twelve!
What a generous move!
Xia Shang happily accepted the money, but the old magician was so envious that his beard became crooked.
"How proud are you? If a blind cat encounters a dead mouse, you are lucky."
At this moment, three literati dressed as scholars arrived in front of the old magic stick's stall and attracted the old magic stick's attention.
"Old sir, is the hexagram accurate?"
"How can it not be accurate if the Tao has been practiced for hundreds of years? I judge the yin and yang to cut off the five elements, look at the sun and moon in the palm of my hand; measure the feng shui and Liuhe, and hold the universe in my sleeve. If you have a Tao, it will last five hundred years, and if you know it below, it will last five hundred years. This is what we are talking about.
Already."
One of them was surprised after hearing this: "Old sir, is it really as amazing as you say?"
“You’ll know after you try it.”
"Sir, sir, let three of my friends take a test. How many of us can survive this autumn?"
"Wait for me to come!"
After that, the old magic stick pretended to arrange the plate with six lines, and while tossing the coins, he spoke plausibly, with a very serious expression, which made the three scholars sweat profusely.
After a lot of tossing, the old magician finally stopped moving, and the three of them asked in succession: "Old sir, how are you doing?"
The old magic stick smiled: "You three, I already know all the causes and consequences of this autumn, but..."
As he spoke, he reached out his hand.
The three of them understood, and one of them found some silver coins.
"Old sir, tell me quickly! Who among the three of us can pass?"
The old magician didn't say anything. After putting the money into his pocket, he raised a finger.
The three of them were confused: "Sir, what does this mean?"
"You can figure it out on your own! The secret of heaven must not be leaked."
"Old sir, we have already given you money, how can we still say that the secret cannot be leaked?"
"What I was given before was the starting fee."
"Old sir, you are trying to trick people!"
"Child, don't talk nonsense! I dare to swear to the sky. This hexagram is absolutely true. If you find that I am not accurate in predicting it in the future, I will pay back your money a hundred times. No one can talk nonsense about the secrets of heaven. I will wait until you fall.
I'll come back to Lao Chan later and see if Lao Chan's solution is correct."
"Sir, this is what you said! If the solution is not correct in the future, we will come to you!"
The old magician nodded repeatedly: "Go, go! I have been setting up a stall here for many years, and I am a good boy."
The three scholars turned around and left in disbelief, still muttering: "What does one finger mean? Is there only one of us? Who is it?"
The old magic stick looked satisfied and shook his money bag at Xia Shang, showing off.
Although Xia Shang was kind to everyone on the surface, he was actually a careless person in his heart. Xia Shang had no good impression of this disrespectful old man. When he saw three scholars passing by him, he said
: "You three, why don't you let me explain the secret that the old gentleman said?"
The three scholars stopped when they heard the sound, and then noticed that there was a calculation booth under the tree. They only saw a signboard that said "Free Calculation" and a young and frail scholar.
"Is that what you were talking about?"
"Exactly?"
"Did you set up this stall?"
"That's right."
"Do you know how to calculate?"
"Know a thing or two."
"Can you unravel the secret that the old gentleman said?"
"able."
The three scholars looked at each other and shook their heads: "Forget it, you don't look like you are capable. Let's find someone else."
"I don't charge money. You three can listen to it first. Whether you believe it or not, just laugh it off."
After hearing this, I think it is right.
"Then tell me what it means when the old gentleman raises one finger."
"The reason is very simple. If one of the three of you goes to high school in the future, it means that one of them will get in; if there are two of you in high school, it means that one of them will not get in; if there are three of you in high school, it means that they will go to high school together; if there are three in high school, it means that one of them will go to high school."
If all of them fail, that means none of them succeed. In short, whether the three of you pass or fail in the exam in the future, he can explain it with one finger. So he dares to say that if the calculation is wrong, he will repay it a hundred times."
The three scholars were all stunned: "So this is what the so-called secret is all about!"
This time the three scholars were no longer calm. They suddenly felt like they were being fooled. They returned to the old magic stick stall and asked sternly:
"Is everything he said true?"
The old magic stick tried to calm down: "You three, don't believe the nonsense of that idiot! I know astronomy from the top and geography from the bottom. I know everything. How can there be any mistakes in the calculations!"
"What does it matter what he does? Report it to the Yamen and see if this guy is sure whether he will get slapped by the prefect today?" (To be continued)