Chapter 67

The curse can be solved, but the cause and effect are difficult to eliminate?

When Zixuan and the three of them heard this, they were all stunned.

Lan Lan took a deep breath and asked, "According to what the master said, doesn't that mean that this puppet master may still come to the door?"

"Not bad!" Old Monk Zhiyuan nodded, "There is indeed such a possibility." ”

Xiao Jing's heart beat fiercely, and she couldn't help but say, "Then please ask the master, we should ......"

Before Lan Lan could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Zi Xuan, who was muttering to herself.

"Master!" Zixuan looked straight at Zhiyuan in front of her and asked, "I want to ask you, do you know someone?"

"Who?"

"A fortune teller, who claims to be an iron-mouthed god?"

Fortune teller?

Lan Lan and Xiao Jing looked at each other, both looking puzzled. They were obviously baffled by Zixuan's abrupt question.

Naturally, they didn't know that when the old monk said "The curse can be solved, but the cause and effect are difficult to eliminate", Zixuan's heart was touched, and she suddenly thought of another eight words - "Marriage can be solved, cause and effect are difficult to eliminate!"

And these eight words happened to be said to Zixuan by a fortune teller thirty years ago.

Zixuan's formal experience of life in the world was in Shuzhou twenty-three years ago. But before, she and ordinary mortals had a brief intersection because of their needs for food, clothing, housing and transportation, and what she remembered the most was the scene thirty years ago.

That morning, she was eating ramen, Lanzhou ramen, in a small town called Guanshan in northwest China.

At this time, Lanzhou ramen is known for its fresh meat and soup and fine noodle quality, and has long been known as "the first noodles in China". It has a unified standard: one soup clear, two radish white, three coriander green, four spicy red, five noodles yellow.

After Zixuan was exiled to Xiaoqian World, after eating it once unintentionally, she felt very praised for her spleen and stomach at that time. After eating it a few times, she liked it, so sometimes she couldn't help but take the time to eat a bowl when she was not traveling.

The ramen restaurant in Guanshan Town is naturally in the town.

That morning, a fortune teller came to the town, a young man in his twenties.

The young man was extremely handsome, dressed in a purple-black robe, but also showed a somewhat stable temperament.

He found a table and a bench from somewhere, and made up a makeshift stall. This stall is placed next to the entrance of the town's vegetable market, because there are more people there, and behind the stall is a green banner supported by a bamboo pole, which reads: Iron Mouth God Calculation.

The young people set up their stalls for half an hour, and there were not a single customer, and no one paid too much attention.

It's no wonder that there were originally fewer people who were divinerable, not to mention that the stall owner was a young man who looked young. Presumably, even if ordinary people have a request, they will find an experienced old man.

The young man was not in a hurry, he sat leisurely on the bench, holding a yellow gourd containing wine in his left hand, and unhurriedly flipped through an ancient book with a slightly yellowed color in his right hand.

After another half hour or so, his first customer came to the door.

A middle-aged man who was a little chubby hesitated for a while and walked to the front of the stall. His surname is Yan, and the people in the town jokingly call him Yan Fatty. He asked the young man to count the fetus in his wife's womb, whether it was male or female.

Yan Fatzi used to have a daughter, but she died of illness shortly after birth. Since then, his wife has not been able to conceive for many years, and this year she finally got her wish, so he was very nervous.

At this time, he came to tell his fortune, not so much to confirm, but to seek psychological comfort.

The young man carefully checked the birthday he handed over, and quickly came to a conclusion: the mother and son are safe, and a pair of dragons and phoenixes are fetuses.

This conclusion may be too much to people's minds and too detailed to be incredible.

After listening to the young man's words, the fat on his face trembled and laughed twice, and then said, "Then borrow your auspicious words!"

The young man's words obviously surprised Yan Fatzi. He had also asked someone to calculate in the past, and those fortune-tellers were secretive, how could they be so sure.

In fact, this is also the psychology of fortune tellers who grasp the people who ask for it. The more vague and ambiguous they say, the more unfathomable and convincing they feel.

Because of this, there used to be a story about fortune telling that was widely circulated.

The story is that there are three people who go to Beijing to take the exam, and they go to fortune telling before going to Beijing.

The fortune teller did not speak, but stretched out a finger in an unfathomable manner. They all thought it meant that they must be high school, and they all left satisfied.

Afterwards, a friend asked the fortune teller, how can you guarantee that you will be able to calculate accurately? The fortune teller said: If one of the three people is admitted to the test, this finger means that one person can pass the test; if two people are admitted, this finger means that one of them will not be able to pass the test; if all three people have passed the test, this finger means that none of them can pass the test. My friend was impressed and thought it was a high theory.

After the young man gave the divination, Yan Fatzi didn't say anything more, paid the money and turned around to leave.

"Wait!"

At this time, the young man shouted to the middle-aged fat man, "You don't have to go shopping, go back quickly, your wife is going to give birth!"

Yan Fatzi was stunned when he heard this, but after thinking about it, he stopped going to the market and went home suspiciously.

As soon as he entered the door, he was met with the joy of his elderly mother, and immediately learned from her the jaw-dropping news that his wife had just given birth with the help of a midwife. Mother and child are well, dragon and phoenix fetus!

Soon, Yan Fatzi came to the young man's booth again and respectfully presented a big red envelope.

With Yan Fatzi's live advertisement, the young man's booth immediately became popular.

Some ask about career, some ask about wealth, some ask about marriage, and some come to consult if you lose your precious jewelry......

The young people gave answers one by one, and some of the calculations were detailed and some were simple.

Amazingly, everything that is in place has been fulfilled.

The one who lost his jewelry found his jewelry in a meadow in the town, and the person who confessed finally won the approval of his sweetheart......

There's a god operator in town!

The booth of the divination is only a hundred meters away from the ramen restaurant, and the news naturally reached Zixuan's ears.

After eating the ramen, she came to the stall full of curiosity. She wanted to see what kind of person this person was, and he dared to call him a god. You know, the sacrifice of the Sky Fox Clan is nothing more than that.

Due to the early dispersal of the market in the town, when Zixuan came, there was finally no one left.

After waiting for one or two people, it was Zixuan's turn.

"Where's your birthday?" the young man said casually, looking up at her.

"Let's test the word!" Zixuan smiled.

Immediately, she took the pen that was resting on the table, and wrote a big word in the blank space of the book next to her: month!

"Month?"

The young man took the book, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled, "Good words! Good words!"

"Okay, what's good?" Zixuan asked.

The young man turned a deaf ear, his fingers tapped lightly on the table, shook his head like a master, and chanted in his mouth: "When is the bright moon? I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace...... People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for a long time!"

At that time, Zixuan didn't understand what it meant, and it was only after she came into contact with Chinese culture that she learned that he was reciting the famous Chinese lyricist Su Shi's masterpiece "When is the Bright Moon".

Of course, she would never have imagined at this time that this poem would become a work she often recites during the Mid-Autumn Festival, a traditional Chinese festival in the future.

At this time, Zi Xuan was a little annoyed in her heart. She originally had the mentality of curiosity to divination, she looked at the young man as if there was no one around, singing and singing, she couldn't help but be a little speechless, she repeatedly wanted to interrupt, but finally held back.

"Good words! good moon!" the young man recited before he came back to his senses in the middle of the sound.

He then said, "Oh, what do you want to ask?"

"What do you ask? I want to ask—" Zixuan was halfway through her words, and suddenly hesitated.

How could she have forgotten this? It was impossible for her to say that she was from the upper realm and ask how to go back! For mortals, this was too unbelievable.

The young man saw that she was a little hesitant, and said with a smile: "I know, you must want to ask about marriage!"

"Marriage? I—" Zixuan's face turned red for no reason, thinking that I had never had such an idea.

But when she looked up, the young man was already writing with a pen, so she had to say no more. What's more, she had the attitude of trying it anyway, and she didn't expect to get any useful information.

The young man finished writing on the paper and then handed it to her.

She took it and took a look, and there were four signatures on it: I don't envy mandarin ducks, I only envy immortals, and a thousand miles of marriage are linked. After picking a hundred flowers into honey, for whom is it hard and for whom is it sweet?

"This ...... What do you mean?" Zixuan asked.

The first sentence seems to be easy to understand, and it seems to make some sense, and the child has never considered it himself. It's just that the latter ones are confusing and incomprehensible.

The young man didn't speak, he smiled, he took the wine gourd from the bench beside him, and took off the red ribbon tied in the middle of the gourd.

Then, slowly, he moved his hands and vigorously tied a knot. Then he tied a second knot.

"Untie it!" the young man handed over the ribbon.

"Can't be solved!"

Zixuan tried it and shook her head. She secretly slandered in her heart, how can you untie two dead knots with your fortune teller?

"Understood?" asked the young man.

"I don't understand!" Zixuan shook her head, and then said frankly, "Actually, I don't want any marriage at all, not to mention that it's probably a bad ......fate."

The young man's face froze when he heard this, and then he smiled, "That's okay......

He pulled a pair of scissors out of his robe, and with a few clicks, he cut the red ribbon into several pieces.

"It's so simple?" Zi Xuan asked with a smile on the corner of her mouth, a little playfully. This seems like child's play!

"That's right! it's that simple!" said the young man, with some amusement.

"It's just that the marriage can be solved, but the cause and effect are difficult to eliminate!"