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Although Cha Wenbin is neither humble nor humble to anyone on the other side, this kind of life is really what he doesn't want, too many people regard him as a high god, some are respectful, some worship, and more are looking for the future for their own interests.

People are like this, everyone wants to predict the second half of their lives, but Cha Wenbin has never said half a sentence. What does it mean to say half a sentence? That's when fortune tellers look at the face, only half of it.

It turns out that fortune tellers are half a sentence in their industry, and there are two main reasons:

The first reason for this is that the heavenly machine can't be leaked too much. People have their own lives, and numerology must have their own misfortunes and blessings, if they are broken by people one by one and then find a way to crack it, then it is a mess of the rules. Taoist priests can do some Fa and be spiritual, but they will inevitably have to deal with things from another world, and talking too much is equivalent to ruining their jobs, so can they have a good end?

To this day, Cha Wenbin's daughter is the best example. Again, a true Taoist will not sell these things in exchange for money, if you take too many benefits from the little ghost in exchange for yourself, then I am afraid that there is only one end is to have a life to make money and not to spend money.

The second reason is actually to avoid mistakes. This metaphysics is a very profound thing, ancient and modern, who dares to say that he has broken through the way of heaven, and can predict the future from the past and the present? There are too many studies in this, and it is too complicated, and ordinary Taoists may only be able to uncover a small corner of it, that is the Tao has been accomplished, and it is inevitable that there will be miscalculations or mistakes, so there are often some words that are more ambiguous.

For example, the saying don't go out next Wednesday is the same reason. He may know that day is not good for you, but what is it, maybe he knows, maybe he doesn't know, but as soon as you say it, you can't get out of it.

If nothing happens on this day, you will think to yourself after a peaceful time at home: this person is quite accurate, and there is really nothing to do at home today. In fact, before this, the fortune teller has already given you a hint, that is, that day was originally unfavorable for you, and he told you a way to crack it, as long as you follow this method, you can avoid it. When I looked at it the next day, yo, I really let myself escape yesterday, and I couldn't help but think that the person was accurate, and he let himself pass the catastrophe.

If something happened to happen to you yesterday, but you avoided it because of his words, then he wouldn't be considered a leak. Because he just told you what he was going to do, not what you would have been.

Therefore, this half-sentence is a very profound knowledge, coupled with the breadth and profundity of the Chinese language, no matter how you explain it, it can be completed in the end. But the difference between a master and a fool is that he said half a sentence for himself not to be punished by God, but he told the true numerology; The other half-sentence is purely for the purpose of lying and fooling people.

As for the difference, the real Taoist priests are often very poor, and they will not accept other people's money, if they really want to give, they will also take a small amount, but not for their own use, that is, to buy some incense, candles, tribute and paper money to honor those friends in the other world who have been offended by him.

After more than a month of this kind of life, Cha Wenbin felt that he could no longer stay. In the big city of the provincial capital, there was no such tranquility and easy-going as he wanted, and more and more people admired him as a fairy, which made him feel very disgusted. Just as Qingming was coming, he was also ready to go back to sweep the tomb, thinking that he would continue to go back to Hongcun to be a farmer in the days to come.

That night, a large group of people gathered at the He family to drink and eat, and since Cha Wenbin came back, Zhao Yuanxiao came to him with wine and meat whenever he was free. This night, Cha Wenbin told the big guy his thoughts and decided to entrust the child to He Lao, because he needed better treatment and recuperation, and he planned to go back.

This He Lao knew that Cha Wenbin was a free and casual person, and he was indeed not used to staying in this high-rise city, so he did not force it, and his son had also become a little ghost in the compound, and the old men regarded him as their own grandson.

Zhuo Xiong also had to go back to Sichuan with a horizontal face first, and he hadn't been back to see it for so long, and the two planned to go back to sweep the tomb. One is to pay tribute to Zhuo Yugui, no matter what, he also has the grace of nurturing himself, and the other is to go to pay tribute to Qi Fengshan, where he buried too much of his past.

Although this Chaozi is still in the establishment of the archaeological team, but when Lao Wang goes like this, he doesn't have much heart to do this business anymore, and plans to change to something else, he has a smart head. He Lao knew that he couldn't resist this son, so he went with him.

That night, only Leng Yiran didn't seem to be very reluctant to Cha Wenbin's departure, and she seemed a little unhappy.

On the second day, Cha Wenbin declined Zhao Yuanxiao's kindness and went to buy a ticket by himself. When he took his seat, he found that Chaozi next door was laughing at him.

This kid plans to go back with him to play for a few days, and by the way, to see if there is any business to do in the countryside, Cha Wenbin only knew that this kid plans to do some antique work, which can be regarded as worthy of his professional knowledge in the past two years.

After half a day of bumpy driving, they changed to minibuses and tricycles, and when the two of them arrived home, it was past noon.

This house has not been lived in for a long time, so it is inevitable to clean it, and in the afternoon I went to the town to add some food, wine and daily necessities, and in the evening I made a pot to boil, and I was not comfortable drinking a little wine.

This tomorrow is Qingming, Cha Wenbin took out the white paper he bought in the town during the day, and used scissors to repair a few strings of "marks", which are actually small white spirit flags, and the appearance of the cut is a string of copper coins, and a small red paper is used on the head to make a dudu head to hang on a small wooden stick.

In the early morning of the second day, Cha Wenbin went up the mountain with Chaozi, inserted marks on the graves of the master and his parents, put tributes on them, and lit incense paper. He took a firewood knife and hoeed the weeds next to the grave, dug a drainage ditch again, and then went down the mountain.

They still have to go to Wangzhuang, because Chaozi's mother is buried there.

Borrowed the motorcycle in the village, "suddenly" they rushed to Wangzhuang, this is also the first Qingming Festival of Chaozi's mother, He Lao is old, Chaozi is afraid that he will be sad, so he and his father said that he will go alone.

But before he reached the top of the mountain, Chaozi saw a man in khaki clothes half-squatting there, and the burned paper money was floating everywhere with the mountain wind, and his eyes suddenly moistened.

"Dad, didn't you say you wouldn't come?" Chaozi walked over briskly and said.

He Lao is old, his waist is hunched, and his head is full of white hair. Seeing Chaozi and Wen Bin coming, he straightened out the clothes on his body and stood up, although he barely managed to squeeze out a smile, but the red circles under his eyes had already betrayed him.

"Last night, I dreamed that your mother said that it was too cold to sleep, and it was a little lonely to sleep alone, so I came over early in the morning." He Lao said to Chaozi at the grave of his beloved wife that he and Mrs. Wang have always had a good relationship, and they have never blushed in all these years of ups and downs, so it is no wonder that they dream of her.

Cha Wenbin patted Chaozi on the shoulder and said, "Go to pay tribute to your mother first, come over for a while, I have something to ask you." ”

At a distance of more than ten meters from Chaozi, Cha Wenbin said: "I dreamed of the old lady last night, what else did she tell you?" ”

He Lao smiled and said, "Wen Bin, you can already see it, don't say anything." In the future, that kid in my family, you look at it more, this kid has a good heart, but he has a bad temper and is easy to make mistakes. The old woman in my family said that it was cold, why don't you hurry up and accompany her and be a companion for her. I'm old, I can see it, sooner or later, when the time comes, I will trouble you to help us both be buried here, here the feng shui is good, and it is the position you personally chosen, I can trust you. ”

Cha Wenbin was a little embarrassed, and said again and again: "No, I didn't mean that, I ......"

He Lao shook his hand: "I know, you are an expert, how can you not see it, and this is also the reason why you called me over." It's not that the old woman is looking for me, it's that my own time has come. After speaking, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket with a slight tremor and gave it to Cha Wenbin, who took it and saw that it was a test sheet from the Provincial People's Hospital, which clearly read: advanced liver cancer.

"The doctor said that there is still a month to go, and I plan to move to her mother's house, and I will trouble you to give Zhang Luo Zhang Luo when the time comes." He Lao glanced at He Yichao, who was burning paper, and said, "Don't tell that kid yet, I'm afraid he won't be able to accept it for a while." ”

In the face of the advent of death, everyone has a different mentality, there is fear, there is reluctance, there is survival, there is death, but there are not many people like He Lao who have looked down on life and death. You must know that two nights ago, he was still drinking with a group of juniors, presumably he already knew his body.

Cha Wenbin turned his back, there was a ripple in his eyes, and slowly walked towards Chaozi, muttering in his mouth: "There is still a month and seven days." ”

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