When I woke up, it was still dark outside the window.

"Strange, why do you feel that way?"

Wang Tofu was a little confused, but when he tried to think about the dream again, the more he thought about superiority, the more vague he felt, and there always seemed to be a trace of separation blocking him.

But it was a strange dream, and even after he woke up, the strange feeling that haunted him still hadn't completely dissipated.

......

Baita Mountain is a very special place in H City, located in the northwest suburbs of H City, there are three tall towers on the mountain towering between the lush mountains and forests, because of its higher terrain, even in the downtown of H City, you can see some outlines from afar.

The mountain is very quiet, and there are many small stone steps that wind up the steps, and those who are sincere will go up the steps step by step, go to the temple on the mountain to burn incense and worship the Buddha for peace, and of course, there will be many people who go to the White Pagoda to hike and exercise in their free time on the weekend.

As a scenic spot and city symbol of H City, if you come to H City for vacation, Baita Mountain is also a place not to be missed.

And today happens to be the annual incense party, so the flow of people on the originally quiet Baita Mountain will also surge a lot, and it just so happens that Wang Tofu is on vacation today, so he has already planned to go up the mountain for a walk.

Of course, this is not the first time he has gone to Baita Mountain, in the three years that he has been in H City, he has experienced such an incense party once before.

"Boom~"

Just came to the foot of Baita Mountain, only to listen to a loud bell has been ringing slowly, unconsciously let many people are shocked, as one of the many living beings, eat grains, in the noisy city repeats the life that seems to always be the same, there is such a day can let go of all the troubles in the heart, just to seek a trace of peace in the heart after climbing the mountain is not bad.

Calm and calm, not arrogant or impatient, this may be the self-cultivation pursued by Buddhism.

Wang Tofu is a person who likes to be quiet, and he likes this feeling very much.

Climbed the mountain, came to the solemn hall of the White Pagoda Temple, burned incense and worshipped, circled the Buddha three times, at this time he seemed to have become a devout believer, in the little green smoke he also seemed to feel a kind of peace that has never been before.

After the ceremony, I walked out of the hall in order following everyone's footsteps, and saw that there was such an old monk who looked about fifty or sixty years old in the corridor on the side was sitting behind a wooden table, squinting his eyes slightly, as if looking at the passers-by, but after a closer look, the other party seemed to be closing his eyes and taking a break.

Just as Wang Tuofu passed by him, the old monk suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Donor stays ......"

Wang Tuofu was stunned, and then he turned around and found that it was the old monk who was squinting his eyes and looking at himself, and saw that the other party was wearing a yellow monk's robe, his face was also full of wrinkles, and the eyes under the long eyebrows looked a little cloudy.

"Are you calling me?"

Wang Tofu was a little surprised, and saw a yellow cloth embroidered with five elements of gossip on the other party's table, and there were some small yellow paper scrolls, a tube of hexagrams, and an ancient book that had been yellowed.

The other party saw Wang Toefol turn around, so he nodded.

It seems that they can be found in some corner of every city, but few people in this rapidly developed civilized society believe in these things anymore.

However, in many large temples like the White Pagoda Temple, many respected old monks will also interpret the hexagram for believers and pilgrims, no matter what kind of state it is in ordinary life, as long as they appear here, their hearts will be unconsciously affected by it, so many people will also take the initiative to ask for prayers.

"Amitabha, the donor of the Buddha is the one who is destined, and the old monk wants to give you a hexagram. ”

When the words fell, I saw that the other party slowly raised his hand and lined up the small yellow rolls of paper in front of him on the same yellow tablecloth, and then looked at Wang Tofu again, as if he meant something.

Wang Tofu hesitated for a moment, and then picked a random roll from the paper rolls on the table.

"Thank you, Master......"

Seeing Wang Tofu so casual, the old monk still had a kind face, and then opened the roll of paper directly in front of Wang Toofo, but with his movements, the expression on the old man's face also quietly changed, until it completely turned into a dignified color before he shook his head again.

For some reason, seeing the other party's reaction, Wang Tofu's heart was faintly uneasy.

"How?"

Wang Tofu asked, and saw that the other party once again fell on his body, and then slowly put away the paper roll.

"The donor is very human, and his fate has its own cause and effect. ”

"Huh?"

Wang Tofu's eyes narrowed slightly, and when he heard the old monk speak, he seemed to have the intention of wanting to speak and stopping, but the more so, the more dignified he became.

"The younger generation doesn't quite understand, and I still hope that the master will give advice. ”

After a while, the old monk closed his eyes again.

"Amitabha, every seven is the next choice, and the difficulty is coming......"

Wang Tofu was shocked, and after a little silence, he asked again, "Is there any way to crack it?"

"Where there is a cause, there must be an effect, the hexagram has been completed, and the way to break the phase lies in the donor himself......"

When the words fell, the old monk didn't say much, Wang Tuofu frowned, the way of fortune telling and divination could not be trusted, but the other party's words had been deeply engraved in his mind and lingered.

Seeing that the inquiry was fruitless, Wang Tuofu could only turn around and leave again, but at this moment, the old monk's helpless sigh sounded from behind him again.

"Donor, the way to overcome misfortune lies in seeking good fortune and avoiding evil, and everything is good for yourself......"

"Thank you, Master"

Wang Tofu paused, nodded one last time, and then walked out again.

Leaving the main hall of the White Pagoda Temple, but because of the old monk's words, his heart was a little more vigilant, and when he was wandering on the mountain, he remembered what happened to Zhang Hong last night, maybe the old monk is a master of the Tao, and he has really seen that he can't say anything, after all, although the strange people in this world are very rare, there are still so many of them.

Climb the White Tower again and overlook the grand scenery of H City, why he chose this city, it may not be a coincidence.....

"Can the master do the math for me?"

Not long after Wang Tuofu left, in the corridor outside the main hall of the White Pagoda Temple, a strange voice suddenly sounded, and another figure suddenly appeared in front of the old monk who closed his eyes and practiced.

Because the person who came was facing away from the sun, when the old monk raised his head when he heard the sound, he instantly gave birth to a sense of trance, and at the same time, a trace of inexplicable depression suddenly appeared in the depths of his soul.....