Monk Sanen nodded: "You said that, it is a foreshadowing; You don't say that, still. ”

Grandpa felt a lot more relaxed.

Due to the speculative conversation, my grandfather left the monk Sanen to live in Thrush Village. Monk Sanen readily agreed.

In those days, my father didn't receive anyone, and took a little time in the morning and afternoon to teach Xiaomi to write, and the rest of the time he talked with Monk San'en and discussed the art of Xuanhuang.

Through chatting and contact, Grandpa learned that Monk San'en would have a strange prediction technique. This kind of prediction technique is based on the innate Bagua math, that is, Qianyi, Dui, Lisan, Zhen4, Xun5, Kan6, Gen7, Kunba, and can be hexagram anytime and anywhere, and there are various ways to take hexagrams.

One day, Monk San'en and his grandfather were walking and chatting outside, and when they passed by a plum tree, they saw two sparrows fighting on the branches. Suddenly, neither of the sparrows grabbed the branches, and both fell to the ground.

San'en and Shang Ting walked and said, "I don't have two prediction skills. Do not occupy if you do not move, do not occupy because of things. It's strange to see these two sparrows fall from a branch today, and perhaps it's foreshadowing. ”

Grandpa knows how to do arithmetic, but not everything can be calculated. After all, there is only one hand for calculating, and there are only five fingers in one hand, and only four of the five fingers can be used, and the thumb is only an auxiliary. In addition to the four fingers representing directions, only the three, four, and twelve knuckles represent the twelve hours. Although the four fingers represent the direction and the twelve knuckles represent the hours, which is equivalent to grasping the time and space of the world with one hand, this is still very rough.

Realizing that his ability to calculate was limited, Grandpa later abandoned his fingers and switched to an abacus to calculate, greatly improving his prediction ability and range.

The reason why I switched to using the abacus to carry out the method of pinching is because my father saw that Monk San'en predicted greatly, so he wanted to go further.

Seeing that Monk Sanen said this, Grandpa raised his hand and pinched it, but he didn't count anything. So, Daddy asked, "It's true that it's not common for two sparrows to fall to the ground, but what does this indicate?" "Grandpa listened to Monk San'en talk about the relationship between foreshadowing and fate, and knew that Monk San'en must have studied prediction.

Monk San'en had words in his mouth, but he couldn't hear what he was saying.

After a while, the voice of the monk San'en became clear: "Tomorrow night, a girl will come here to climb the tree and pick plum blossoms, and the owner of the plum tree will drive her away when he sees it." The girl would be frightened by the owner of the plum tree and fall from the tree in a panic, but she would not fall very hard, but she would hurt her inner thigh. ”

Grandpa was stunned when he heard him say this. When Grandpa first met Zhao Yunhe, he also predicted the direction of the rats on the beams of the house. But the mouse is a bamboo slipper, and can understand Grandpa's words, so he obeys Grandpa's will and climbs the beam. That's not true predictability. Grandpa also tried to predict which yellow dog and black dog would get up first, but compared with Monk Sanen's prediction just now, it also seemed very poor.

"You can count so carefully? It's as if you've seen with your own eyes everything that is about to happen tomorrow night! Grandpa couldn't believe it, just as Zhao Yunhe couldn't believe that the mouse would do what Daddy said.

"Judging from the results of my divination, the body of gold is exchanged for the body, and the hexagram of the body is full of vigor. For a young girl, so she knew that the woman was injured; And in the mutual Xunmu, and when the dry gold and the condition of the gold are kezhi, the Xunmu is injured, and Xun is the stock, so there is a response to the injury of the stock. The thighs are the inner thighs. Fortunately, he became a native of earth and lived in gold, so he knew that although the woman was injured, she was not in danger. Monk Sanen said.

Even if it is a grandfather who has read more than 10,000 books, he seems to understand it.

Seeing that his grandfather was suspicious, Monk Sanen smiled and said, "Whether I am right or not, we will see tomorrow night." ”

So, after dinner the next day, Grandpa and Monk San'en stood in a relatively hidden place where they could see the plum tree and waited.

After waiting for about half a pillar of incense, a little girl from the village ran to the plum tree.

Grandpa was shocked. From the perspective of calculation, if you can calculate who will come and where the next day, you can be regarded as a master. Grandpa once calculated from the appearance of an extra pair of chopsticks that Chu Guihou came and went, but he also came to this conclusion after knowing the details of Chu Guihou. If Zhao Yunhe didn't tell his grandfather in advance about Chu Guihou's frequent harassment, his grandfather could only count that there were guests coming and leaving, and he didn't know whether the guests were men or women, old or young.

But the monk Sanen calculated that the person who came was a woman, and it was a few. This can't help but surprise Grandpa.

The little girl may have been here during the day and saw plum blossoms in the trees that she liked. But she didn't dare to pick flowers during the day, for fear of being seen and being scolded by the owner of the plum tree. So, she waited until it was a little late to come here to pick the plum blossoms she wanted.

She was as clever and agile as a cat, and when she saw that there was no movement around her, she climbed up the plum tree with her hands and feet. She stepped on a branch, grabbed the trunk with one hand, and plucked the plum blossoms she had long fancied with the other.

Just as her hand was about to reach the plum blossom, the door of the house not far away suddenly opened, and the doorshaft creaked. An old man walked out of the door. The old man apparently spotted the figure on the plum tree, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Who! What are you doing climbing my tree! Get me down! ”

The old man's words not only startled the little girl, but also scared her father.

The little girl was startled, naturally because she was caught stealing flowers.

Grandpa was startled because Monk San'en was too accurate!

The little girl panicked, slipped on the soles of her feet and fell off the tree. She lay on the ground and couldn't get up, so she cried. I don't know if I cried because I was scared, or if I cried because I was afraid.

The old man hurried over.

The father, who was hiding in a hidden place, also hurriedly walked over and helped the little girl up from the ground.

The old man patted the little girl's clothes and said, "You kid is really good, you can just pick any beautiful flower you want!" If you climb trees and pick flowers like this, you will trample on other flowers! ”

The little girl cried even more when she heard the old man say this.

The old man thought she had fallen and was in pain, so he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" Did it hurt to fall? It's a trivial matter to break a flower, but it's not good to hurt yourself if you fall! ”

The little girl wiped her tears, pointed to the inner thigh of her left foot and said, "I didn't fall and hurt myself, but I was hung by a branch here, and it hurt hotly." ”

The old man hurriedly comforted her: "As long as the bones don't hurt, it's fine, it's all skin trauma, and it will be fine in two or three days." ”

"It's all right!" Grandpa sighed.

The old man asked his grandfather, "Where is it swollen?" He thought that his father said that the little girl had fallen and was swollen.

Grandpa waved his hand and said, "No, don't worry, your old man, she must only have skin injuries." "Grandpa's confidence in saying this comes from Monk Sanen. He could have calculated everything that had just happened, and he would not be wrong about the injuries he must have calculated.

Grandpa looked back and saw that Monk Sanen did not come out with him, as if he was afraid that others would see him.

After the old man and the little girl left, Grandpa asked Monk Sanen, "Why didn't you come out just now?" ”

Monk San'en said: "You are also a person who understands the art of Xuanhuang, you should know that you should try to get involved as little as possible in the things that have been predicted." You can only know that it is about to happen, and you can stand by and watch it happen, and you can't participate in it, let alone stop it. ”

Daddy's doubts disappeared.

Monk San'en said: "My prophecy yesterday is just like what you said before, 'Feeling the gentleman's lingering intentions are tied to the red mattress'. What happened tonight is like when you meet Xiaomi later. Just because I said before that little girl would fall and hurt herself doesn't mean I blame what happened tonight. You too. "Monk Sanen's eyes are staring at his father, like the starlight that gradually brightens in the sky.

Grandpa knew what Monk Sanen meant, and said gratefully, "Thank you for your words tonight." ”

In the days that followed, Monk Sam En taught his father all the prediction techniques he was familiar with.

After Grandpa learns his prediction skills, Monk Sam En is about to leave Thrush Village.

"I don't belong here after all." Monk Sanen said.

Grandpa nodded and said, "Indeed, you are a monk, and it is not good for me to keep you here." But now that we have met, we can communicate more in the future. ”

On the day that Monk Sanen left Thrush Village, his grandfather sent him to the old river.

Standing on the edge of the babbling old river, Monk San'en said, "I once went to Wuzhen and took a boat to watch the scenery in a river that is also so wide. ”

Grandpa suddenly remembered that he had also been to Wuzhen and had taken a boat.

"That evening, I sat on the boat, looking at the reflection in the water, and suddenly wondered if life would have been different if I hadn't become a monk. Thinking about it, I feel that the reflection in the water is the real world, and I am the reflection of that world. In that world, I was not a monk and had a completely different life. Monk Sanen said.

Grandpa was surprised, that was also the idea he had before.

"Many years later, I suddenly remembered the scene when I took a boat in Wuzhen, and inexplicably, I couldn't help but want to see how I lived in another world." Monk Sanen looked at his father.

Grandpa noticed that there was a lantern in each of the two eyes of Monk San'en, and it seemed that the night walker was looking for something in his pupils.

"So I found it here with my prediction skills, and I've been with you for so many days and said so much." Monk San'en continued, and the Buddha beads in his hand twisted again.

Grandpa was dumbfounded, and his head was buzzing, as if he had been shaken by the sound of gongs and drums.

"You actually have a Buddha mind, but you haven't shaved it. If you are a lay disciple, but you are detached from the mortal world. If the two of us meet in a dream these days, it is a dream that is even more bizarre than a dream. If I am your outer body, you are also my outer body. Monk Sanen's voice became farther and farther away.

Grandpa looked at the flowing water of the old river dementedly, and when he looked at it, he felt that the water was not flowing, but he was rocking the boat forward.

"It seems that the monk has hair, and it seems that the vulgar has dust; Dream within a dream, realize the outside body. Daddy muttered to himself on the "boat".

When he felt dizzy, he closed his eyes to recuperate, and when he opened his eyes again, Monk San'en was gone. I don't see him near, I don't see him in the distance.

In the flowing water under the bridge, there is only a vague shadow reflected by itself.