Teacher Xu and Wang Yang pushed their bicycles and left the "Cai Piaoxiang" restaurant and walked in the direction of the school, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening, and the two of them walked silently for a while and did not show a relaxed feeling because of the punishment of the evil owner of the restaurant. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Looking at the dim road under the light of the street lamp, Mr. Xu said thoughtfully: "Understood, understood!" "Got it? Teacher Xu. Wang Yang asked puzzled.

"The wine money made of wine saliva worms is originally made out of nothing, and it is a windfall, so when we go to consume, we also suffer this robbery! Perhaps this is also a certain number in the dark, and we must not have such greed in the future so as not to provoke right and wrong! Teacher Xu replied, Wang Yang listened to what the teacher said seemed to be very profound, but he was silent with half a doubt.

After breaking up at the school gate, Wang Yang poured a stomach of "wine", to be exact, a stomach of water, and went to the bathroom for convenience before returning to the dormitory.

Because there were not many students in the dormitory on weekends, Meng Bo leaned on the bed in the dormitory to read a book safely, Wang Yang said hello, and went straight back to his bed and lay down.

At this time, he suddenly thought: By the way, he should summon Xiaoqiu to try it again. So he held the boxwood doll on his chest in one hand and whispered a calling incantation.

Just recited the calling spell, Wang Yang felt a little disappointed, suddenly the dormitory lights dimmed and turned on, and suddenly there were many dolls less than a foot high in front of Wang Yang's bed, Wang Yang was surprised and happy and said in his heart: Finally summoned Xiaoqiu successfully!

Under the light, this doll is very blessed, white and chubby wearing a red belly, a round red dot at the center of the eyebrows in her eyes, a red little mouth, and a small pigtail facing the sky, but the big eyes reveal a cold cold light, and Wang Yang can't help but shiver when she sees it.

The image of this golden boy is very different from the little ghost king he saw when he fought with the female ghost in red before, and it is different from good and evil.

If it is not according to the name of our golden boy, according to the division of Thai Kuman Tong and Ditong Guman, it is more accurate to say that this golden boy belongs to Guman, and its mana is far better than that of ordinary Guman Tong.

Wang Yang smiled and asked it sensitively: Xiaoqiu, you are Xiaoqiu, right? The fat doll nodded, but her eyes were still cold.

Wang Yang then communicated with it with his heart: Do you know your original mother? Xiaoqiu nodded, her expression was a little sad, and the coldness in her eyes had become much weaker.

Wang Yang: I know you miss your mother, the female ghost in red who controls you has already been scattered, and your mother Yin Lanqiu has gone back to the underworld and entered the reincarnation cause and effect, don't worry.

Wang Yang continued: You have now been cast by my teacher and have become my golden boy, and you now belong to the people who are recorded in the compilation of the authentic Buddhism and Taoism, you should follow me to punish evil and promote good, and do more good deeds, so that the righteous results of cultivation in the future can end well.

These are all things that Teacher Xu told Wang Yang that Xiaoqiu would record and compile after being cast a spell to become a golden boy.

Xiaoqiu bowed to Wang Yang a few times in front of the bed with gratitude, and Wang Yang clearly saw a clear tear flowing from the corner of Xiaoqiu's eyes, which was dazzling and flashing.

Then Xiaoqiu turned into a white smoke thorn and slipped into the wooden doll statue on Wang Yang's chest, Wang Yang felt that the wooden statue shook, and he felt warm.

Meng Bo lay on his bed and muttered: "The voltage is unstable tonight, the light is bright and dark, Wang Yang, do you feel it?" ”

Wang Yang responded and prevaricated, he knew that Meng Bo and his classmates couldn't see Xiaoqiu.

The one-eyed cat that had been sleeping in the shoe box at the bottom of the bed slowly opened its one-eyed eye at this time, its eyes were full of gloom and suddenly the essence skyrocketed, but it returned to normal and continued to sleep with its eyes closed and its head covered.

Wang Yang's middle school gate went west along the sidewalk through a stall that slipped out of the stall, and after two more intersections, he arrived at the gate of the Reclining Buddha Temple Park in the county seat.

In addition to the Reclining Buddha Mountain surrounded by lush trees and a lake full of lotus flowers, there is really a temple where three or four ordained monks ring the bell and chant every day.

There are several fortune-telling stalls under several huge ginkgo trees at the entrance of the park, and the fortune-tellers have both the image of the world's masters, and there are also very few people who get sunglasses and pretend to be blind, and rely on their three-inch tongues to mix up with food and drink. Some claim to be proficient in feng shui, yin and yang, some will be able to gossip and measure the word for murder, and some will be named, physiognomy, marriage time and other means are different.

They have nothing to do with each other and operate separately, although they never talk to each other, they have been harmonious for many years, regardless of whether the fortune-telling means are true or not, they can make passers-by willing to take out tickets from their pockets and give them, and there are no accidents all year round, that is the ability.

The development and prosperity of traditional fortune-telling has a deep social foundation, which is the widespread recognition of fate by all living beings and the assumption that there is a power of the dark to manipulate their own destiny in life.

"Destiny" has two meanings; One is life, that is, life or life, and the other is luck, that is, luck. Therefore, fate refers to the pattern of life and death, wealth and poverty, and the ending characteristics and trends of all encounters, such as fortune and misfortune, prosperity and decline, prosperity and decline, advance and retreat of poverty, honor and disgrace, sorrow and joy.

Traditional culture can not leave us is the essence and dross of simple classification, the general situation is the two are soft, if Chinese fortune-telling is all fraud, then it cannot be prosperous in the folk for a long time, as the national art master Nan Huaijin said: "If Chinese fortune-telling is deceiving, then it has deceived the Chinese for more than 3,000 years, and it is worth studying such a clever deception in the world." ”

If Chinese fortune-telling is a "science" and a science of future prediction, there are still many idealistic elements in this "science", just as science today cannot give a reasonable explanation for qigong, acupuncture, and traditional Chinese medicine. Fate, fortune-telling, there are laws or inevitability that we can't grasp at present, and of course, many cheaters are mixed in, forming some negative influences.

To get back to the point, not long ago, there was a fortune-telling booth in an inconspicuous corner near the gate of the park, and there were more fortune-telling booths here, and there was nothing unusual about one more fortune-telling booth, but the strange thing was that the fortune-teller was just a thin teenager.

The boy looked haggard and blind, and when he found a place, he first touched the ginkgo tree on the side, and then sat on one of the two ponies by himself, and put the other aside. Then spread a cloth the size of a tablecloth on the ground, and use a few stones to cover the four corners, and the cloth was crookedly written "Touch your hands to measure good luck".