With the recent increase in the number of bans in Suzhou, even street tricks and fortune tellers are strictly forbidden to appear on the streets. This made the old Taoist priest of Fugui Street miserable, and now he can no longer just lie on the street and earn the silver.

But the old Taoist priest was unwilling, and still sneaked out to the street every morning, but he no longer dared to put on the Taoist uniform that was already a little yellowed, but changed into a more normal white clothes, and a pair of neat cloth shoes, at first glance he still looked like a serious person.

The old Taoist priest looked around the street, constantly looking at every passerby, and when he looked at a relatively cleanly dressed person, he ran up and whispered: "This benevolent brother, do you tell the fortune? Passers-by would always look at the old Taoist priest with suspicion every time, and finally leave a sentence, "No need." And he hurried away.

People rely on clothes, Buddha relies on gold, this person is not dressed up, no one will believe you what you do.

This old Taoist priest has not received a penny in the recent period, and finally understands, although he used to earn money while lying down, but it is really based on his previous Taoist clothes, even if he is lying there, passers-by will dispel some suspicions. If it is really as Ji Zhengyi said, with a chair and a pennant of "fairy wind bones", maybe this silver will come faster.

But now it's useless to say anything, the ban in Suzhou is so strict, three or five soldiers will come here every once in a while, and they really don't dare to tell fortunes so grandly on the street. Even if he succeeded in pulling a few during this time, he still dragged those few to the alley to secretly tell the fortunes.

But this silver is much less than before.

Ji Zheng had just finished the hall in the afternoon, and when he was about to go back to Yushui Street, he saw the old Taoist priest wandering around the street again, so he walked up and quipped: "This Heavenly Master, look like this, business is not good today?"

The old Taoist priest waved his hand and said in a low voice: "Look at what you said, the old man is just spending money to eliminate disasters for others, how can we say that it is a business? cheesy, too cheesy." ”

Ji Zhengyi sneered: "Then you calculated for me that there will be a bloody disaster in the near future, I see that the past few months have passed, and I haven't seen any miracles?"

The old Taoist priest scratched his head, his face was embarrassed, he pretended to pat the dust on his body, and looked at Ji Zhengyi: "This hexagram, real and false, true and false, the hexagram will change, this person, except for this number of lives is established, it can't be changed, this other luck, feng shui, can be changed." It's like karma, you make a mistake when you're a kid, and even if you don't find out what the consequences of that mistake will happen to you, when you grow up, it will definitely affect you. In the same way, when you do a good deed, the suffering that you should have suffered will disappear immediately, and this person, luck is really uncertain. ”

Listening to the old Taoist priest muttering such a long paragraph, Ji Zhengyi didn't believe it. He then asked: "I haven't done any good things recently, and I haven't done any good deeds with this kung fu, I think you really learned this fortune telling kung fu from some charlatan." ”

When the old Taoist priest heard this, he was not angry, and continued: "This luck is not something that you can decide alone, and other people will also influence, do you think that you have the final say in the occurrence of a thing? This is like two people playing chess, you are black, then your opposite is white, the two of you in the process of playing, together master the occurrence of a thing, every move will affect the course of things." ”

"This time you were lucky enough to escape the bloody disaster, maybe because someone else deliberately deviated in chess, next time do you think you are so lucky?"

Ji Zhengyi always felt that today's old Taoist priest spoke a lot more seriously, I don't know if it was because he didn't wear that yellowed Taoist uniform, or maybe it was because today's old man's actions were not so rude, Ji Zhengyi felt that his words were a little correct, but he still said "What kind of words is this?"

The old Taoist priest didn't seem to want to say more, Ji Zhengyi could feel that he was not in a good mood today, so he simply didn't talk any more, turned around and left directly, and didn't even say hello to the old Taoist.

After Ji Zheng left, the white-clothed old Taoist priest hurriedly took a few breaths, patted his chest, and muttered in a low voice: "Fortunately, the old man's brain turned quickly, and he made up a few words temporarily." ”

But this hexagram can't be wrong, what's wrong?

The old Taoist priest touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

Ji Zheng didn't know what the old Taoist priest looked like here, he paced back home, and kept thinking about what the old Taoist priest said, whether he was afraid of the disaster of blood and light, but he was afraid of affecting some people.

When he returned home, he saw that the house was empty, and he didn't think much about where everyone had gone, and his parents must have gone out to work. So naturally, he threw the book on the table in the room, sat down in a chair and slowly flipped through it. He had to read more books before it was dark, and there was no oil lamp to light at night, not even a candle.

Ji Zhengyi's parents never dealt with the people on Yushui Street, and it stands to reason that everyone should get along very well in the same alley, but they never do, as if everything here has nothing to do with them. Perhaps this also caused Ji Zhengyi to not like to deal with people in the street since he was a child, even if he grew up here. Not to mention the streets, even the people in these shops in the north of the city, he is not familiar with them.

The character of this young and mature Ji Zhengyi is actually relatively quiet, in addition to reading, he still reads books, and in his spare time, in addition to An Wu, who is now a classmate, can chat with him, and the branded boy can also chat with him.

Ji Zhengyi was reading a book in the room, and after reading a familiar sentence, he suddenly thought that he hadn't seen the branded boy for a while, that is, the boy who was always followed by three or two children from other streets. But as soon as he thought of the branded boy, a smile appeared on Ji Zhengyi's face. In fact, there are two people on Yushui Street who like to cause trouble the most and love to fight the most, one is the branded boy of the fourth household, and the other is Ye Qi. But the two of them never seemed to be convinced by anyone, every time they met in the alley, no one would take the initiative to give way, but every time the branded boy lowered his head and turned sideways. But Ji Zhengyi still likes to brand teenagers a little more, for the simple reason that the latter also reads.

Maybe it's because Aunt Hong has different requirements for the branded boy, even if the branded boy likes to cause trouble outside, even if he comes back with an injury after every fight, Aunt Hong will only say lightly: "Did you win?" If Xu Jing nodded, then Aunt Hong would personally wipe the scars on his body, but if Xu Jing shook his head, then... He had to wipe the scars himself.

These are all branded boys to Ji Zhengyi to talk about, although they have not been verified, but Ji Zhengyi is convinced, because he believes that a mother who can raise Xu Jing alone can also teach him the knowledge of the woman who can teach him a body in Xu Jing's spare time, and sometimes, Ji Zhengyi feels that his knowledge is not as good as Xu Jing, the two of them have discussed a Confucian classic on the roof of their house before, and even he did not expect the insights given by the branded boy. That's why he thinks that Aunt Hong won't be so simple, and this branded boy is also an interesting person, who can fight and read, who doesn't want to know?

Mr. has not arranged much homework recently, and Ji Zheng can complete it in less than a stick of incense when he comes back, but his gardener father also assigned him additional homework, that is, to read a Taoist book, but books are not secret exercises, he once complained to his father with dissatisfaction, but his father's attitude was very resolute, and he had to do it.

The Taoist book also had no name, but when he first got it, the cover was covered with dust, and it looked like a book that had been many years away. It was given to him by his father on a rainy night, and Ji Zheng had been reading this book a year or three ago, and he had not yet gone to that small bookstore, and it was only because his father, who could not read much, slowly took him to read it, and he could barely read a few points.

But three years have passed, and Ji Zhengyi found that even though he now recognizes a lot of words in the book, his understanding of this Taoist book has not deepened. However, he still insisted on turning a few pages every day, and he always believed that his husband once said: "Even if there are some books that you can't read now, you can read them a lot, memorize them word for word, and one day, at a certain time, he will come to mind, and his proper meaning will emerge." ”

Regarding Mr. Wen's words, Ji Zhengyi is also convinced.

But it seems that for the words of the old Taoist, sometimes he will be convinced?

Ji Zhengyi put down the books after reading them, and prepared to run out of the courtyard to breathe. But he saw his father and mother at the gate, but they did not enter the gate of the courtyard, but stood there as if they were saying something. He leaned over slowly, wanting to listen, but just as he did, the two of them entered the door.

When the middle-aged man with some dirt on his body saw Ji Zhengyi, he nodded slightly and didn't speak. Only the tall woman with bright red lips shushed her son and asked for warmth, but Ji Zhengyi was disgusted by this behavior, and pushed the woman away, and the woman had to laugh and laugh.

"Did you do your homework today?" The middle-aged man patted the dirt on his body and looked at Ji Zhengyi. After the latter casually replied, "It's done," the man stopped asking, and walked towards his room, followed by the tall woman.

Ji Zhengyi looked at the backs of the two of them in the distance, and seemed to feel familiar and unfamiliar.

In the past thirteen years, there have been two people who have been lukewarm to him, the man is not hot, and the woman is not cold.