The incense in the Five Emperors Temple is not strong, and the offerings are pitiful.
Even so, the deaf-mute old man who visits the temple can barely make a living.
When Wang Fu arrived, he was eating a bowl of black porridge in front of a weak oil lamp.
"Sorry for bothering you!"
Wang Fu saluted the deaf-mute old man and placed ten copper coins on the table as payment for his stay.
The deaf-mute old man was stunned for a moment. He did not go to get the copper coins and continued to eat porridge.
The Five Emperors Temple has a roof and doors and windows, which is better than the broken Taoist temple on the mountain and can protect it from wind and rain.
The only bad thing is that I have been poor for so long that I cannot afford to light incense candles and only have an oil lamp that is about to dry up.
It's late at night and the lights are dim.
Wang Fu sat cross-legged on the ground in the temple, closing his eyes and meditating.
The purpose of coming to Jingkou Town this time is to fulfill Xiao Fu'er's wish and eat a bowl of alkaline water.
However, there are evil spirits occupying the mountains and water tyrants are harming the town. A small bowl of noodles cannot be made.
Wang Fu changed his mind. He not only wanted to eat noodles, but also wanted to solve the fundamental problem.
Evil ghosts, water tyrants, he is not going to let go of any of them.
"Ask divination!"
Wang Fu took out the turtle shell, performed Guizangyi, and began to ask about the chance of winning the plan.
If we deal with Shan Chi and the Wu family mother and son at the same time, what are the chances of winning?
Under the stimulation of mana, the cracks in the turtle shell began to extend, revealing hexagram images.
"Well?"
A sign of great misfortune.
The hexagram shows that Wang Fu attacks both of them at the same time, and his own life cannot be saved.
The complexity and difficulty of the matter exceeded Wang Fu's expectations, and even he could not solve it.
The mother and son of the Wu family have mastered the methods of witchcraft and Gu. Their cultivation level is not yet certain, but from the big belly Gu, it can be seen that they are not ordinary practitioners.
As for the mountain tiger that occupies the mountains and forests, there is even less information.
Wang Fu thought about it a lot, but still had to make a decision before taking action, and collect enough information before planning.
the next day!
Wang Fu got up very early and saw the deaf-mute old man sweeping the floor aside, sweeping aside the debris and fallen leaves.
"After all, it is a temple dedicated to the Five Emperors, so it cannot be too shabby."
There are all the Five Emperors in the temple, but there is very little incense, and the residents of the town do not often come to worship.
Without Taoist priests to preside over it, the Five Emperors Temple would not be as good as the Earth Temple in the town.
Wang Fu thought to himself that since he was practicing the Northland Secret Scriptures, since he came here to add some incense to this ruined temple, it would be considered as paying for food and accommodation.
So, Wang Fu tidied up, took out two wooden chairs in the temple, wiped them clean, then sat at the door and started business.
The business in the temple was not very good, and it took half a day in the morning before any customers came to the door.
"Well!"
The person who came here was a middle-aged accountant, well-dressed, one of the few high-class people in the town, with some spare money in his pocket, and he had long since left the days of struggling for food and clothing.
When he walked in and saw Wang Fu, he was stunned, and then he saw the deaf-mute old man sweeping the floor next to him.
"Who are you?"
Wang Fu smiled brightly, showing his eight white teeth, "The new Taoist priest will stay here temporarily and conduct business as he pleases."
"What's the business?"
"There are many more, including building foundations for houses, locating ancestral graves, Feng Shui fortune telling, divination of future prospects, difficult and complicated diseases..."
Wang Fu spoke for a long time in one breath, and the middle-aged accountant frowned when he heard it. It was too exaggerated.
"This pilgrim is here, so why not sit down and have a chat."
The middle-aged accountant saw that Wang Fu looked too young, so he naturally distrusted him. However, seeing that he spoke politely, he thought it would be okay, so he simply sat down and started talking.
"Little Taoist priest, I see that you are young and it is not easy for you to earn a living. Don't worry, I will give you some incense money before I leave."
Wang Fugong raised his hand and said, "Thank you so much, pilgrim."
Then, he stared at the middle-aged accountant and said, "Your Majesty, the energy in your palace is condensed. You seem to be worried about something?"
The middle-aged accountant was horrified and shocked that the other party saw what was on his mind. Could he be really capable?
"Little Master, how can you tell?"
Wang Fu smiled modestly, but regretted that he didn't have gold-rimmed eyes, otherwise he would push up the bridge of his nose twice and his look would instantly appear.
"I also know a little bit about the art of fortune telling and a little bit about it."
The middle-aged accountant stood up quickly and bowed his hand to Wang Fu, "Little master, I won't hide it from you, our boss is in the warehouse business, transporting local specialties to other places, and then transporting the goods from other places back to the local area."
No need to explain more, I understand logistics!
"It's just that recently, there have been mountain splinters, roads have been cut off, and even going up the mountain to collect firewood is very dangerous. The goods in the warehouse are packed into mountains. If this continues, I will have to close down and I will lose my livelihood."
"Little master, can you give me some advice?"
The middle-aged accountant thought to himself, why not become a doctor and see if the other party can point out a way to survive?
"It's okay, let me do the math."
Gui Zangyi's abilities should never be exposed in front of outsiders.
Wang Fu took out a few copper coins, shook them a few times and dropped them on the table. Then he pretended and muttered something.
"Pilgrim, congratulations!"
The middle-aged accountant was overjoyed and said, "Young Master, do you have a solution?"
"good!"
There was a crack in the tortoise shell in Wang Fu's sleeve, and he secretly took a look at the hexagram.
"If my prediction is correct, your proprietor has found a way out and is planning. Everything will be clear by tomorrow at the latest."
The middle-aged accountant is doubtful.
"Pilgrims, please go back and ask, and you will understand."
Wang Fu thought to himself that he was an expert, so he couldn't hold on to your sleeves and beg you to believe me? That would be too low.
The middle-aged accountant thought for a long time, stood up, took out a bunch of money, and put it on the altar table, "Little Master, I wish you good luck."
I accept your auspicious words. These words are polite. It means that I don't believe you, but I think what you said is auspicious words. Thank you.
Wang Fu smiled and said, "I won't give it away!"
Looking at the offering table again, there was a bunch of heavy money, including one hundred copper coins, which was quite generous.
"Old man, take the money and buy some rice, noodles, vegetables, and make yourself something delicious."
The deaf-mute old man's eyes were cloudy, he was holding money in his hand, and he was confused for a long time.
…
The middle-aged accountant wandered the streets for a long time. The experience of the Five Emperors Temple was quickly forgotten, but the worry in his heart never diminished.
"Sir, sir!"
Suddenly, the shop assistant's shout came from behind.
"What's wrong?"
The boy ran over all the way, out of breath, "My boss wants you to go back."
The middle-aged accountant knew immediately that something had happened to the warehouse.
Under the leadership of his assistant, he hurriedly hurried all the way back to the warehouse and saw a lively scene of people coming and going, and herds of mules and horses.
This is organizing a caravan to send away the goods squeezed from the warehouse.
"Mr. Accountant, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Come and do the accounting."
The proprietor was extremely busy, and when he saw the waiter calling the middle-aged accountant back, it was like seeing a savior.
"Proprietor, what's going on?"
The middle-aged accountant asked curiously.
"The trade route is blocked, so I asked someone to intercede. The mountain bastard made a condition and asked for a hundred jars of fine wine as a sacrifice before agreeing to let the convoy go."
"No, as soon as the wine was delivered, the road was opened. Time waits for no one, and the goods are being sorted."
The middle-aged accountant was stunned on the spot, as the little Taoist priest had calculated everything correctly.
Temples, Taoist priests, divination, all the elements combined can instantly create an effect of worship for those who believe in ghosts and gods.
"It turns out to be an expert!"
He felt hot in his heart, "No, I was too rude just now. I must go back to apologize. By the way, how good or bad is this trip?"