Chapter 703: Promise to Eliminate Tribulation and Obtain the Hexagram Treasure
Chapter 703 Promise to eliminate calamity and obtain hexagram treasure
Guzhou, Pifeng Ancient Town.
The middle-aged Taoist priest nicknamed "Zhang Banxian" was carrying a blue cloth package containing a hexagram bucket, a bamboo tube for drawing lots, turtle shell copper coins and other things for eating. He held two small tats together in his left hand, and in his right hand he held a small bag with the words "
On the back of "Fortune Telling by Touching the Bones" is a cloth cover with "Zhang Banxian's one hexagram and three texts", and he nodded and greeted his colleagues who had set up stalls at the end of the street.
However, the old fortune teller with a gray beard who looked very good in appearance gave a cold snort in response to Zhang Banxian's polite smile.
We are colleagues who are enemies, and the fortune-telling business in the ancient town is not big at first, and we can barely make a living with wine and meat.
Last month, a guy came from out of town to grab business, and even offered a price of three cents for a fortune. Master Hu, an old fortune teller who has been here for many years, had not seen the decayed Taoist priests who were strong and fearful of traveling around the world.
He wished he could punch this ignorant colleague and drive him out of town.
Watching people place dishes and watching people place dishes is the only way to collect hexagram gold in the fortune-telling profession, which varies from person to person.
If you bite the price of "three cents" in one bite, no matter how good the business is for a day or two, you can still have a steady stream of money and have meat to eat every day?
The old man hated this kind of passerby who disrupted business everywhere.
Zhang Banxian placed two pieces of tea on the street two feet away from the old man. He held a cloth cover and looked at the passers-by with an indifferent smile on his face. His eyes seemed empty and he didn't look at anyone.
Not long after we sat down, business came to our door. He was a wealthy passerby wearing a silk robe.
Under the squinting eyes of the old fortune teller who concealed his envy, the unfamiliar round-faced passerby sat down on the pedestal, raised his hand to Zhang Banxian, and said, "Master, please."
The winter sunshine in the ancient town is very warm. Zhang Banxian glanced at the guest, and his expression turned cold. He sighed: "Guest, please go slowly. I am a poor scholar and I am not good at solving your confusion. Please ask someone else!"
He stretched his hand to the east, facing Master Hu who was eager to get up and solicit customers.
A middle-aged customer who was passing by was so angry that he got up and left without even asking. He refused, blatantly soliciting customers for his colleagues, and played such a dirty trick as a charlatan. Would he be fooled?
After taking three steps, the middle-aged man stopped while Master Hu was waiting eagerly. He turned back and stared at the middle-aged Taoist priest who was wearing an old cotton Taoist robe with an inconspicuous patch on his elbow. He said with a hint of sarcasm in the corner of his mouth: "As long as you
If you tell me what I want to do, I will give you three hundred copper coins."
No matter what the fortune teller said, he always denied it and slapped the two charlatans on the spot.
Zhang Banxian shook his head slightly and said in a low voice: "'You can't keep partial wealth, and the five ghosts will damage your moral character.' Stopping in time may save your life, so go ahead."
The corners of Master Hu's mouth were twisted in disdain. He often spoke such ambiguous and deceptive jargon.
The passer-by in front of me was born rich, and his shoes were not stained with mud. There was a servant holding a green donkey waiting in the middle of the street. There was also a guard with a sword slung across his waist. The guard kept looking at the passer-by, so
Can identify passers-by as businessmen such as merchants.
Talk about some topics related to "wealth", and then talk about "saving lives" with alarmist words, instead of scaring people with "bloody disasters" on the streets. Don't worry about passers-by not being swayed in their minds, stand still and ask a few more questions, and your colleagues will play hard to get.
Master Hu basically stopped doing anything in the hope of picking up this lucrative business, and he was just happy for nothing.
The man passing by hesitated for a while, with a bit of caution on his round face, then walked back slowly and sat down, approaching the fortune teller and muttering in a low voice. The Taoist just shook his head and refused to accept the business that came to his door.
The man is well aware of his own affairs, and even his wives and concubines at home do not know about the privacy of the kid he supports.
During this period, many strange things happened at home, business was not going well, and goods were damaged one after another. When passing through the ancient town, he accidentally saw a fortune-telling stall on the roadside, so he walked over to seek peace of mind.
The middle-aged man took out his money bag from his sleeve and took out a one-two-weight silver lock. He was so sick that he rushed to the doctor. He felt that he had met an expert, and he couldn't bear to give away the money to the five ghosts.
Zhang Banxian refused to answer, and said in a low voice: "I can't figure it out, so I'd better ask someone wiser, or you can go to a nearby famous Taoist temple to try."
If the viewer were here, he would have no trouble catching ghosts.
He could see the vague ghostly aura on the forehead of the man in front of him, but he didn't want to waste his moral character to help an irrelevant person who was doing his own thing. Being able to give him some advice was already the most benevolent thing.
"Taoist Priest, please be kind and extend your hand to help Ying. To show your sincerity, I will give you more money."
Now that he knew that it was the ancestral brat who was making trouble, causing the house to be restless and the business to be ruined one after another, the man remembered the warnings passed down from his ancestors orally, and quickly took out all the scattered coppers, silver, and banknotes in his wallet and handed them to the rescuer.
straw.
When a noble man appears, he gives up his wealth just to save his life.
Under the sun, Master Hu next door stretched his neck and his eyes almost glowed with a faint green light.
There is a lot of potential in the fortune-telling business. If you meet such a willing and wealthy customer, you will have money, food and wine for the rest of your life.
Zhang Banxian just shook his head, did not look at the large amount of money, and stretched out his hand to make a request.
The middle-aged man was so anxious that he was sweating on his forehead. The guards who were looking at him coldly on the street came over quickly. He was worried that his boss had been deceived by charlatans. Just as he was about to speak, the middle-aged man waved the guard to go away and stuffed the money and belongings back.
After digging around in the money bag, I pulled out a dark piece of iron wrapped in black cloth, three fingers long and wide, rusty, with what seemed to be strange incomplete insect and bird characters on it.
Zhang Banxian's eyes were immediately attracted by the iron piece in the man's hand.
"Sir, please take action for the sake of our ancestors. Please accept this small gift!"
The middle-aged man saw that the fallen Taoist priest really recognized the piece of iron in his hand, and knew that he had met the right person. He offered the piece of iron and the money bag with both hands, inheriting the legacy of hundreds of years. The big family that had been rich for hundreds of years had fallen into the bleak state of being sparsely populated today.
scene.
There are five ghosts for success and five ghosts for failure. Even if he doesn't believe it, he still has to believe it.
"I'll take a look at this thing first."
Zhang Banxian stretched out his hand to take the small piece of iron, examined it carefully for a while, then stood up and walked around, thinking for a long time, and sighed: "That's it, Pindao took action once, tried to communicate with 'them', and helped Ling Zu sort out the cause and effect in the past, and start well and end well."
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This iron piece is a hexagram treasure and a gold slip that records inheritance. It records a wonderful hexagram technique called "Iron Plate Divine Number".
During the last spiritual energy surge, a hexagram master named "Ying Zhen" who had ascended to the upper world was left behind. It was calculated that this descendant would face a crisis situation of annihilation of descendants, and it was clearly written in it.
The iron piece hexagram treasure is engraved with the ancient characters "Insect and Bird", which needs to be viewed with spiritual consciousness: "Dependent origination and destruction are the tribulations."
He couldn't bear to part with this hexagram technique, so he could only help his senior eliminate calamity.
Perhaps, this was a new origin, and he vaguely felt that he couldn't miss it.
"If you accept the three copper coins, you will not be owed any credit!"
Zhang Banxian put the iron piece into his cuffs and said in a calm voice.
This hexagram treasure was paid to him by the hexagram master to eliminate his calamity. The trivial matter of catching ghosts was only worth three copper coins. This was the rule he had set himself during his escape from the mortal world.
The middle-aged man quickly took out three copper coins and handed them over. He knew that many masters in the world had eccentricities.
The guard three feet away saw that the Taoist priest had only received three copper coins and the piece of iron that looked like an antique. He couldn't help but look at the fortune teller with admiration. No matter how he looked at the Taoist priest now, he didn't look like a charlatan. Every move he made was like a charlatan.
Showing the demeanor of a master.
Master Hu next door watched his colleague pack up his things and follow the passer-by away with a cloth cover. He was extremely jealous in his heart. The method of his colleague was too clever, and the high-stakes man had already fallen into the trap, to the point of blindly following his advice without waking him up.
My colleagues are so ruthless that they don't even care about more than a hundred taels of silver. They want to come to defraud high-stakes people out of money.
He felt deeply ashamed that he had been eating ashes on the street for so many years and had bad luck. He had never encountered such a good thing. He quickly moved his stall and tack to the Feng Shui treasure left by his colleagues.
Zhang Banxian followed the middle-aged man for most of the day to Yanping City. That night he set up an altar in the backyard of Yingfu, practiced the ritual for half a night, took away five family ghosts closely related to Yingfu, and left the next day.
He is not proficient in the art of collecting ghosts, and it is not appropriate to bother the viewer coming all the way to do something trivial.
He just followed the method recorded in the iron tablet, communicated with the ghosts left behind by Ying Zhen Gua Master, and promised to use means to send five mutilated ghosts to the underworld in the future to eliminate Ying Zhen Gua Master's disaster and "convince" the five ghosts.
The process of ghosting took a lot of time.
It is really not difficult for the temple owner to send a few little ghosts to the underworld with a little effort.
After leaving Yanping City, Zhang Banxian continued to go north. Every town he visited, he would set up a hexagram stall for a month or two. The business was not good or bad, but he was "worthy" of ordinary people's human feelings. He often held a small iron piece in his sleeve and rubbed it.
Understand the hexagram technique.
He has a feeling that when he gets this magical hexagram technique and understands it, he will make a breakthrough.
Dependent origination and cessation are also practices.