The god of the old nine gates counts Qi Tiezui
An iron mouth spends the spring and autumn period, and all the way to the divine calculation for the destiny of heaven - divine calculation, Qi Tiezui.
The temple fair is coming to an end, and the crowds are sparse, except for a few good shadow puppet shows and Western painting stalls on the street, other stalls have been cleaned up, and many buildings have been demolished.
The old city temple in the middle of the street, or the incense is thriving, there are fewer people rushing to the market, there are more people who worship the Buddha, all kinds of fortune-telling stalls along the way, now there are less than half, only a few are still insisting, obviously the business was not very good before, I hope that at the end of this temple fair, I will finally earn some surplus.
Suddenly, in the crowded place on the street, the crowd was boiling, and a large group parted the crowd, and a man in civilian clothes, with the support of everyone, walked towards the old city temple.
"Buddha, Buddha, are you still sending rice this year? It's been a long time since our family hurt your pie's sweet rice. A beggar on the side of the road shouted to people in civilian clothes.
Zhang Da Buddha took off his top hat and said to the beggar: "Didn't you go to the cloth shop some time ago as a buddy, why are you going to eat again?" It's really a dog that can't be changed. ”
"Hey, Buddha, don't you know, how can this guy be comfortable when he asks for food, the little one can sleep more than I want, I can get up a few more when I want, how comfortable and how to come. Wang Lao Huangmao, who died a few years ago, lived one hundred and two years old, more comfortable than the previous emperor, and longer than the president. The beggar said, "Besides, don't you return the rice that your family has sent?" Today, I want to send a pie, talk to your cook, fry it with sugar and send it again, we will save the fire. ”
Zhang Da Buddha shook his head with a smile and said to the people around him: "This must be in the Manchu Dynasty, that is, the blank of the ranger, there must be two hits, eat and drink without worrying about having such a mind." ”
A scholar on the side said: "If it is a talent, the Buddha can accept it for his own use, and now is the time to employ people, we are not limited to our background." ”
"Don't worry, it's not time yet." Zhang Da Buddha said, "These are all small characters, and what I brought you to see this time is the real dragon and phoenix among people." ”
"I was a little apprehensive by Qishan." The scholar smiled and helped his glasses, "I hope you don't like Qishan." ”
"Probably not, haven't you heard of it? If the Buddha said yes, it must be good. Zhang Da Buddha smiled. While speaking, under the crowd of people, they had turned into the area where the fortune-telling stalls at the entrance of the temple gathered. Zhang Da Buddha shouted: "Iron mouth, iron mouth!" Come out and bring you good wine. ”
The scholar looked at those fortune-telling stalls, inexplicable, and said to the Buddha: "These strange forces are confused??"
"Don't talk nonsense." Seeing that no one responded, Zhang Da Buddha asked a fortune teller on the side, "Brother Tai, where is Tiezui?" ”
"Do you mean Qi Tiezui?" The fortune teller looked at the momentum of Zhang Da Buddha, and he was half a cut shorter, "I was still there just now, I don't know where I went, maybe the tuba has gone." ”
"Which stall is his, we will wait for him at the edge of the stall." Zhang Qishan said. The fortune teller pointed, and Zhang Qishan led the scholar to the side of the stall, and the scholar said: "Buddha, do we have to rely on these fortune tellers for our affairs?" This is the dragon and phoenix among people? ”
Zhang Qishan just wanted to speak, but suddenly, he saw a note written on Qi Tiezui's table, pressed with a paperweight, as if it had just been written.
Zhang Qishan took the paperweight away and saw a paragraph written on it, written very sloppily, obviously very fast.
Buddha, thanks to the introduction, but unfortunately the ancestors of the Qi family, not in politics, not in the army, an iron mouth to ask for the Spring and Autumn Period, all the way to God to ask for the destiny of heaven, this matter Iron Mouth is unwilling to discuss, if forced to force, Iron Mouth will leave Changsha, never return. I hope that this is the end of the day, and I can still drink alcohol in the future.
Zhang Qishan and the scholar looked at each other, and Zhang Qishan smiled and said, "Sure enough, this kid has already counted this day?" ”
"He's really a god?" The scholar looked at the note, skeptical.
"It's not God's calculation, it's also a clever calculation." Zhang Da Buddha sighed, looked at the sky and said, "Sure enough, our road is not human, and smart people have already seen the danger of this road." ”
The scholar looked at the note and couldn't help but shake his head. Zhang Qishan looked at the wine brought by the entourage on the side, then took it and put it on the table in the shop. "Forget it, this wine doesn't taste good, stay it."
The two men turned to leave, and several fortune tellers on the side looked at each other, and no one dared to look at the bottle of wine. After a while, the beggar on the side of the road walked to the edge of the shop, picked up the bottle of wine, staggered to the base of the wall outside the temple, and handed it to one of the four or five beggars there. The man took the wine and poured a sip into each of the beggars' bowls, and the smell of wine overflowed.
"Eighth Master, you are really like a god, this big Buddha has such good eyesight, and I didn't find you hiding here."
The man took off his tattered felt hat and gave it back to a beggar, saying, "Who said he didn't find out?" As he spoke, he shook the pot of wine, "He knows my intentions, and he doesn't want to force it, otherwise, how can you have wine?" ”
A few beggars were skeptical, Qi Tiezui stood up, patted the dust on his body, bowed his head to the place where Zhang Da Buddha left, and sighed, "Since then, there is no point of return, Buddha, although I have some insight, but unfortunately I can't return to the sky, forgive me for not saying the crime, go all the way." ”