At the end of the day, a torrential rain enveloped the large and insignificant city.

Li Manyi stared thoughtfully at the water curtain under the eaves. She was a child in an orphanage, and her parents died as an infant. I heard that her birth date is not good, and her husband is not good, even if someone occasionally wants to adopt her, most of them are gone.

As she grew older, she began to support herself since college, and in addition to studying, Manyi slept less than 3 hours a day because she had to work: she washed dishes, made up lessons for neighborhood elementary school students, helped her classmates fetch food and laundry, and maintained her school and daily expenses.

As the years passed, Manyi's appearance gradually became more prominent, and her temperament became more tenacious, and she no longer hid and cried as often as before. But under the warmth and coldness of human affection, beauty without family background can only be a scourge. Although he graduated and entered the company without shock, he was still excluded by his colleagues because of his appearance and life experience, and the rumors were even more unbearable. She gradually believed in her fate and began to study metaphysical books such as Zhou Yi, and every fifteenth day of the new year, she even went to the nearby temple to eat fast.

The rain was heavier, and Manyi's umbrella was forcibly borrowed by a colleague. She sighed, just wait until the rain stopped.

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This day is the fifteenth, and when he gets up early in the morning, Man goes to the nearby temple to worship and eat fasting as usual.

When he was about to reach the gate of the temple, an old voice came into Li Manyi's ears: "Girl, wait." She turned around, and the voice was an old man, very old, with a very bent back, and a very kind face, dressed in a gray robe, with all his hair and beard white, but his eyes were deep and bright.

"Boss, what's the matter?" Manyi asked politely. "Girl, can you allow the old man to make a divination for you?" The old man's voice is loud and powerful, with a deep voice like a bell chime, not at all like an old man who is dying. Li Manyi felt that this tone was obviously a deliberative tone, but for some reason, listening to it in his mind, it actually contained a bit of a meaning that could not be refused.

Divination? There are many fortune tellers near the temple, but Li Manyi feels that this old man's spiritual style does not look like the fortune-telling liars he usually sees. When he was hesitating, the old man smiled: "Haha, girl, don't get me wrong." The old man is not a fortune teller to cheat money, and he doesn't take a penny from this hexagram. Seeing that Manyi did not refuse, the old man continued: "The girl is a rabbit? The old man's voice was still loud.

The old man looked at Manyi, and said: "Go in and find a place to talk about it, don't stand under the poisonous sun and get hurt, the old man is old, and he won't be standing for long." After saying that, the old man entered the temple gate by himself, and Manyi followed in without hesitation: The sky is blue and the sun is white, since you are not afraid to enter the temple to talk and don't want money, let's listen to it. She thought.

The old man walked quite briskly, walked through the group of pilgrims into the side hall, and immediately took two futons out. Manyi was more relieved: it was so convenient and casual to be able to take things in the temple, and he should be familiar with people in the temple. Manyi watched the old man put the futon in the shade under the porch, sat down and looked at himself and smiled, then walked over and sat down on another futon. A young monk came out with a tea tray containing two teacups and a teapot and a tea stove.

At this time, she had new doubts, everyone knew that Buddha and Tao were different, and each had its own cognitive opinion. Although they respect each other, they are different factions after all, and the old man looks like a Taoist, but he is so familiar and close to the monks in the temple, which is really amazing, and Manyi can't help but have a little more respect and doubt in his heart. The old man seemed to see Manyi's thoughts, and slowly poured out a cup of tea for Manyi with a smile. In his gestures, he was quite generous.

"Girl, you were born in the early morning of September 7, 87, born on the Yuan Festival in the lunar calendar, and the eight characters are Ding Mao, Wushen, Jiwei, and Jiazi." After a pause, he said: "Call the bone four two two coins the life of the ancestors." The six relatives of the brothers are like ice carbon, and they are not safe at home, and the initial limit is mixed. People are sparse and thin, and there is often sorrow. The old man said firmly.

The dean's mother said that she was sent by her parents' neighbor, and the date of birth was also left by the neighbor to the dean. How could this old man know so clearly? Manyi muttered in her heart. Seeing that she was silent, the old man continued: "Your parents died when you were a child, because your life was like your father and mother, and you have never been pitied by God. I've tried to fall in love three times before, and once the relationship is established, the man has an accident, right? ”

Manyi was even more surprised at this time: almost no one knew that he was in love, but this old man actually knew, could it really be a fairy? The old man took a slow sip of tea, paused, and continued: "Actually, it's all caused by numerology, and now I'll help you with a divination, okay?" For a moment, Manyi was a little distracted: on the fifteenth day of the new year, there were naturally many pilgrims, and they were bustling, but no one looked at him, and the old and young were obviously sitting in a more conspicuous place next to the side hall, and the voice was not small, but no one paid attention. It was as if they were not in this earthly world, nor under the eaves.

A strange feeling struck, just as the old man asked, and Manyi didn't know how to answer for a while. The old man took the teapot from the teapot, refilled the teacup for himself and Manyi, and continued: "The old man is empty words, and the girl is also a fateful meeting, and you can listen to the later words, but don't use your heart to remember, okay?" She nodded, although she also had a lot of questions, but at the moment she really wanted to listen to the old man first.

"Girl, your life is amazing, you are not only a person in this world in front of you, but also a person in another world. There is a you in each of the two worlds, and you have zài in both worlds, and you don't have zài. Sanskrit sounded like a few words, and Manyi was stupid.

The sound of cicadas and bells seemed to be gone, and only the old man's voice was like smoke enveloping him: "That world is the Ming Dynasty hundreds of years ago. Girl, you only have twenty-five years to live, and at the same time, you over there can only live to be in your twenties. You have lived in this world for 24 years, and the end is near. But if you can go back and replace the dead one, you can continue to live until you are in your fifties. The old man looked at Manyi, his expression full of compassion and open-mindedness, two completely different feelings.

Manyi didn't understand it: What does this mean? Through? Rebirth? The plot of the novel is going to start on itself? Just as he was about to ask something, the old man raised his hand to signal and wait, and continued to speak: "Don't ask, girl, everything you can say will naturally tell you, and now wait for the old man to make a hexagram for you." She only knew how to nod at the moment, watched the old man take out 3 ancient coins from his sleeve, took out a bamboo tube from his pocket, put the copper coins into the bamboo tube, whispered a few words, shook a few times, and poured out the copper coins from the bamboo tube one by one, and lined them up one by one.

The old man finally looked at the ancient money in front of him, his expression seemed to be surprised, confused, compassionate, and indifferent, and when the old man finally looked calm, Manyi couldn't wait to speak. "Girl, the old man thought that he had calculated your future, but unexpectedly, with the old man's numerology cultivation for nearly a hundred years, he only counted your future things as five points, which shows that the will of heaven is irreversible......" Gradually, Manyi listened more and more unrealistically, it seemed that the old man was getting farther and farther away in front of him, and his voice became more and more subtle and faster, and he gradually couldn't hear clearly.

For a long time, Manyi only heard a few words, "Zixing" and "Worm Eight", like human names and animal names, which appeared in his ears many times, and the rest could not be heard clearly. When the old man's voice was far away, Manyi felt as if he had been thrown into a vacuum, and there was silent silence all around, only the old man was in front of him, it seemed to be far and near, and only the old man's mouth opened and closed.

After a while, the old man stopped. The shrill chirping of cicadas suddenly appeared in Manyi's ears, and the sound of bells and the sound of water in the tea stove also reappeared in her ears.

As if she had finally come back to her senses, Manyi was stunned and speechless.

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