Wang Fu picked up the turtle shell and looked at it, and heard the master of the Taoist temple saying this.
If you talk about this, I won't feel sleepy anymore.
Hetu Luoshu!
I know how to do it in elementary school.
The owner of the Taoist temple didn't know what Wang Fu was thinking, so he said it solemnly.
"He Tu Luo Shu is the secret of Taoism not being spread to outsiders."
"Even if you are a true disciple, if you cannot pass the test, you will never be able to teach it."
Then, he heard a few quick words coming from Wang Fu's mouth.
"Wear nine shoes and one shoe, three on the left and seven on the right."
"Two and four are shoulders, six and eight are feet."
The master of the Taoist temple was stunned for a long time and suddenly asked, "Where did you learn this?"
It shouldn't be. He carefully took the family test and found that Xiao Fu'er had a simple background. He was just a young man from a mountain village who escaped from famine. Before entering the Taoist temple, Xiao Fu'er couldn't read a single Chinese character. Where did he learn such a profound secret?
He sensed that things were getting out of control.
Wang Fu smiled and said, "You wouldn't believe it even if I told you. I learned it in the Mathematical Olympiad Interest Class."
"Dream about it.
The owner of the Taoist temple doesn't believe it. If it is really a dream, the quality of your dream is too high.
"Well, it makes sense to be taught by a god in a dream."
The master of the Taoist temple has murderous intentions. No matter what, he cannot keep the person in front of him.
The ceremony will be launched by the end of the month at the latest. Whether it succeeds or not, Xiao Fuer will not die.
Wang Fu's heart moved. Deep in his heart, the red candle flame flickered a few times.
The candle flame was unstable. This was an early warning. Someone had a murderous intention on him.
Who else could it be?
Sure enough, due to the stimulation just now, the Taoist temple owner couldn't sit still.
After the Hetu Luoshu, there are the sixty-four innate hexagrams, various hexagrams, and arithmetic, all crammed in.
Wang Fu was thankful that he had received exam-oriented education in his previous life. He had almost forgotten everything he had learned, but the idea of learning was still there.
Let you see how good a small town is at being a question maker.
In half a day, I can master the basic principles and calculated changes.
"He is indeed the person I like. This talent is unique."
The master of the Taoist temple did not say anything, but in fact he was extremely satisfied with Wang Fu's performance. When he thought that this qualification would belong to him in the future, his heart, which had been cold for a long time, became hot.
Wang Fu recited it silently several times and felt that it was almost done. He would review it several times in the future and he would be able to master it all.
The only thing missing is practical experience.
At this time, the master of the Taoist temple began to explain again.
"Guizang Yi, using turtle shells as a divination tool."
"Turtles are immortal species. They have passed through the years and are most suitable for divination."
"The older it is, the more effective it is."
"Unfortunately, ten thousand-year-old turtles are hard to come by, but they are common after thousands of years."
"This one in your hand is the carapace of a century-old turtle. Turn it over and take a closer look."
Wang Fu held the tortoise shell in the palm of his hand and looked at it carefully. The tortoise shell had a gradient color, transitioning from navy blue to brown, with sharp edges and corners, giving it a feeling of cold jade.
"The touch of tortoise shell varies with the year. It feels like oil after a hundred years, like ointment after a thousand years, and it feels like fat after ten thousand years."
Wang Fu touched it with his thumb and found that it was indeed shiny and smooth.
The master of the Taoist temple will explain again.
The century-old tortoise shell has the worst texture, as if it has been smeared with vegetable oil and is slippery. The thousand-year-old tortoise shell is slippery and sticky. As for the ten-thousand-year-old tortoise shell, it is as warm and moist as mutton-fat jade, which is rare but not sought after.
Excellent.
"Master, do you want to burn this turtle shell with fire?"
Wang Fu asked tentatively.
"shallow!"
The owner of the Taoist temple said in a disdainful tone, "That's a trick used by gods and witches to cheat people out of food."
"You are so and so..."
Wang Fu was eager to give it a try. It was not too difficult, so he immediately had the idea of trying.
"Xiao Fu'er, I have good news for you."
The master of the Taoist temple suddenly said, "I have estimated that my health has improved recently. I will have time at the end of the month to help you perform the ritual of opening the Dharma Eye."
Wang Fu's heart trembled.
Why mention this section now?
Opening the eye of Dharma is a necessary step in getting started with Taoism.
Opening your Dharma eyes and being able to identify the traces of ghosts and gods is an indispensable condition for practicing Taoism.
The master of the Taoist temple has never taught the real thing, why has he changed his mind now?
Wang Fu suspected that there was some conspiracy behind it.
"Ahem, it just so happens that you learned the Yi Zangyi today and are about to play the first hexagram of your life."
"I have a suggestion, just use the end-of-month ceremony as the purpose. Will the divination be successful?"
Wang Fu was hesitant, holding up the turtle shell and thinking in his mind.
If what he expected was true, the ceremony at the end of the month was definitely not about opening Dharma eyes, but...
Sure enough, the Taoist temple owner couldn't help it anymore and was eager to occupy this body.
The sudden murderous intention just now is the best proof.
The moment of exhaustion came so quickly.
Wang Fu took a deep breath and said, OK, let's do it.
Let’s see how good or bad this ceremony is. Will you die or me?
Wang Fu took a deep breath, and as he breathed in and out, his rhythm slowed down and he switched to the state of Turtle Breath Kung Fu.
When I put my finger on the turtle shell, it felt cold to the touch and I couldn't help but shiver.
Suddenly, with a movement of his fingertips, a stream of cold air came out of his body and penetrated into the turtle shell.
"Don't panic, this is your magic power."
The words of the master of the Taoist temple rang in my ears, "The first level of spiritual practice is Yangguan Dao."
"Yangguan Three Layers, you now only have one stack of cultivation, which is the lowest level. You can barely reach the Guizang Yibu Divination."
"Calm down and meditate on the matter of divination."
"As you wish, please tell me if I can successfully fight back and kill this traitorous dog."
Of course, I can only say this in my heart, not out loud.
Wang Fu's ears suddenly heard a slight cracking sound.
The originally smooth and dense surface of the turtle shell was filled with large cracks, as dense as a spider web.
After a while, the crack formed and stopped spreading.
The magic power flowing from Wang Fu's fingertips stopped abruptly.
"What do you think of the hexagrams?"
The master of the Taoist temple urged.
Wang Fu remained calm and compared the hexagrams and calculations he had just recited. The seemingly messy cracks in front of him combined with the tortoise shell to create mysterious patterns.
"Good luck!"
The hexagrams show that if you have your thoughts in mind, everything will come true, which is a great blessing.
The master of the Taoist temple heard this and said, "Little Fu'er, you are indeed a blessed person."
"As soon as your Dharma eyes are opened, I will teach you various Taoist techniques and practice the secret scriptures."
No, no!
Yu Fu looked at the hexagrams, his heart was hanging in the air, but he couldn't put it down.
He felt something was wrong. The hexagrams were obviously true and the calculation results were correct, but there was always a resistance in his heart, as if it was forced upon him.
The master of the Taoist temple is acting like a ghost!
"really!"
Look at the big red candle again, the candle flame is flickering, as if it will be extinguished at any time.
The golden finger was warning him of danger, great danger.
In other words, during the ceremony at the end of the month, he is in danger of being killed and his life is in danger.
But according to the hexagrams, it was clear that his wish came true and his counterattack was successful.
Considering that this divination was carried out under the supervision and attention of the Taoist temple owner, one can imagine how reliable the so-called results are.
The truth is obvious. The owner of the Taoist temple deliberately interfered with the divination, allowing him to draw false good fortune predictions, and then relaxed his vigilance, not to mention the so-called "opening the Dharma Eyes" ceremony.
If Wang Furuo believed in the hexagram and was so naive that he gave up resistance, what awaited him on the day of the incident would be his death.