The Taoist priest poured the eighth and ninth cups, poured them into the river, and read: "Eight cups of wine are really beautiful, the dead are drunk and drunk, and the underworld seems to be a peach society." Persuade people to do good and not evil, and if you are not filial to the old, you will go to the oil pot, regardless of your king, grandson, and son, and you will not be divided into two or eight daughters, those who do evil are tortured, and those who do good are peaceful. ”

"Nine cups of wine taste good, the dead will never return to the court, and the front has arrived at the Nai He Bridge. However, the bridge is not a bridge, three inches wide and ten thousand feet high, the two ends are bound with iron nails, and the middle is a fish drifting, the golden boy and the jade girl stand at the bridge, the bull head yaksha holds the bridge, the good people cross the bridge, the evil people lay the bridge, the dead people bridge the hand move, and cut off the yang road. ”

Xie Xiaoxiao asked his father: "Is the bridge really three inches wide and ten thousand feet high?" ”

Grandpa said: "I haven't died, how do I know what happened to the bridge!" ”

Xie Xiaoxiao pouted and said, "You asked me to be reincarnated to get my own flesh, this idea is not bad." But when you walk on the bridge, you'll be scared. ”

At this time, the Taoist priest had already poured the tenth cup of wine and read: "Ten cups of wine pour five pairs, the dead cry tears, and the dead go to Wollongong." Wollongong on the selection of the land, children dressed in linen sent to the mountain, within three days to send fireworks, night fireworks to warm the grave, after the anniversary of the seventh seventh, the fire of the spirit house smoke, and then three years of filial piety is full, the dead are reincarnated from the underworld. ”

After reciting the Sutra of Persuasion, the Taoist priest brought a plate, and the plate was white rice. He grabbed a handful of white rice and threw it on the coffin, shouting, "Get up!" The Eight King Kongs lifted the coffin. He grabbed the white rice again and sprinkled it on the head of the Eight Great King Kongs. The Eight Great King Kongs staggered up and walked towards the Twin Golden Caves that had been prepared on the mountain.

After the coffin was re-erected this time, all the women could no longer be sent, and they had to turn around and go back to the mourning hall. Only Taoist priests and the Eight Great King Kongs and some men can go to the mountain.

The fake daughter pretended to be reluctant to let Granny Wu go, and grabbed the thick wooden stick carrying the coffin and cried desperately.

"Mother, how can you be willing to leave me alone in this world! How will I live in the future! You let me go with you......" The crying voice was loud and less emotional.

The Eight King Kongs persuaded her to let go.

A few men next to him also comforted him.

The fake daughter was too into the play, grabbed the thick wooden stick and didn't let go, and continued to cry.

The King Kong closest to her pushed her to the side, almost making her fall into the mud, and he scolded impatiently: "Just pretend to cry!" You think it's really your own mother! ”

The fake daughter was also annoyed, and fought back: "If I take her money, I'm going to cry like I, otherwise who will invite me in the future?" ”

If it weren't for someone next to him to persuade them to fight, the two of them would have to fight.

Situ Zi walked over and patted the fake daughter on the shoulder. The fake daughter turned her head and saw that Situ Zi's eyes didn't move as if they had clicked acupoints.

Situ Zi said, "Come with me." ”

The fake daughter followed him like his well-behaved pet dog, no longer quarreling with King Kong who carried the coffin, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, especially obedient.

Situ Zi pointed to the grass by the bridge and said, "Sit down." ”

The fake daughter sat down on the wet grass, docile as if she were a little lover who was infatuated with him.

After Situ Zi asked the fake daughter to sit on the grass by the old river, he returned to his father and continued to chat with him.

Grandpa glanced at the fake daughter and asked Situ Zi, "Do you usually use this method to collect yin?" ”

Xie Xiaomi's face turned red, pretending not to hear, and his eyes looked at the funeral procession that was gradually moving away. It was as if those people were going to follow Granny Wu over there.

Situ Zi smiled reluctantly: "Although I can use this method to make my evil art succeed, I rarely use it. Usually I try to be happy with each other, even if it's only temporary. I know that I am very contradictory, I am originally treating others as medicinal herbs, but I still want to be happy with you. This is the same as a thief who has been doing it for a long time and has his professional bottom line, what poor people don't steal, and great good people don't steal. In fact, as long as you steal, you steal, it makes no difference. ”

Grandpa smiled: "It seems that you and Granny Wu really have a good heart." She also always compares herself to a thief, showing her mentality from the perspective of a thief. ”

"Really?" Situ Zi didn't believe it.

Daddy nodded.

At this time, a person from Thrush Village came over and asked his father, "Ma Xiucai, I lost the key to the house in the morning, and I can't open the door now." Could you please help me figure out where my keys were. ”

Grandpa ignored Situ Zi for the time being, and turned back to ask the man, "When did you lose it?" ”

The man said an hour ago.

Grandpa raised his hand and pinched his fingers. After a while, Grandpa pointed in one direction and said, "You can go in this direction to find it." ”

Situ Zi was surprised: "I can also calculate, but I can only give an approximate idea." It's amazing how you can point out the specific directions! ”

In order to verify his father's calculations, Situ Zi followed the man to find the key in the direction pointed out by his father. Sure enough, after walking for a while, the man found his key in the grass.

Situ Zi was not convinced, and after returning to Laohe, he said to his father: "You promised to compare the calculation level with me last time, let's try it today." ”

Daddy said yes and asked him what he wanted to compare.

Situ Zi turned around in place and pointed to a haystack not far away, under which lay two dogs, one yellow and one black. Both dogs stuck out their tongues and looked around. Situ Zi said: "Ma Xiucai, look, there are two dogs under that haystack, one yellow and one black. Let's figure out which dog will get up first. How? ”

The people who were funeral here saw that their grandfather was going to compare their level with a foreigner, and they immediately gathered again to watch the excitement.

One of the spectators said, "Which dog gets up first depends on the meaning of the dog, how can this be calculated?" ”

Another spectator said, "yes." Fortunately, dogs can't understand people, if you can understand people, you say which one gets up first, I just can't get up, which one you say comes later, I just get up first. ”

Daddy said to the spectator, "All forecasting techniques will encounter the kind of problem you mentioned. After many people's events are predicted, he will think about happy events and avoid bad things. In this case, what was predicted will not be the same as what actually happened. Therefore, the prediction should try to make the predicted person not know, if it is told in advance, and the evil will turn into good fortune, then the predictor will be counterattacked and hurt himself because of the leakage of the heavenly secret. And the evader can avoid this level, but cannot avoid the next level, and will pay double the punishment that should have been due. ”

Situ Zi nodded again and again, and then urged his father: "Let's start." ”

So, both Daddy and Situ Zi raised their hands and touched the twelve knuckles of the other four fingers with their thumbs.

Predictions are not the same as solving math problems, although they both use a set of formulas and algorithms. Different people may come up with different results if they use the same calculation method. Because the prediction technique not only uses the knowledge of Xuanhuang, but also uses the knowledge of each individual. Although many people know that the pinch is based on the time to determine the result, and they also know the formula, they still can't calculate the accurate result. Pinching is also called pinching, so some people who have learned the fur but can't use it correctly say that they have no ambition, "Time is estimate, dream is guessing".

My grandfather said that it was difficult for the old masters at that time to correctly use the method of calculation, and modern people almost did not read the Four Books and the Five Classics and other ancient scriptures, so it was impossible to correctly use the calculation to predict. Now the self-proclaimed masters of calculation are basically just getting started, and they don't even have "estimates" and "guesses", they basically rely on "Meng", and they are all liars.

It was only five or six breaths, and Grandpa put his hand away and said, "I've already calculated it." ”

Situ Zi also withdrew his hand, thought about it, and said, "I'm okay too." ”

Grandpa asked Situ Zi, "What are you counting on?" ”

Situ Zi said: "I am counted on the fire." ”

Grandpa smiled admiringly and said, "Coincidentally, I am also counted on the fire." ”

The spectators immediately hugged Situ Zi and said, "Ma Xiucai, this is not fair. If you let others say what is counted first, if you yourself follow the same words, then don't others suffer? To be fair, the two of you should not know what the other is counting, and the intermediary will ask for your answers and then make a judgment. ”

Grandpa waved his hand and said, "It's just for fun, why take it so seriously." But while we're all on fire, the predictions aren't necessarily the same. Grandpa turned his head and asked Situ Zi: "Since you are counted on the fire, then tell me, is the yellow dog the first to get up, or the black dog to get up first?" ”

Because his grandfather said the same thing as him, and some spectators were upset for him, Situ Zi said: "This is not simple? The fire is yellow, and since the fire starts, it is the yellow dog that gets up first. "He's confident.

"Then you think the black dog will get up?" Daddy asked.

Situ Zi said with a little sarcasm: "Are you the same as me, and the yellow dog gets up first?" Seeing that there is no way to be different, what is the matter with the black dog? ”

Everyone also said that Grandpa was not kind.

"I counted the black dog getting up first, and then the yellow dog getting up soon after." Daddy said.

Situ Zi was stunned for a moment and said, "Why are you so careful?" ”

Whether the calculation is careful or not reflects the strength of a person's prediction ability. Just like looking for the key just now, if one fortune teller calculates that he wants to look for it in the east or south, and the other fortune teller says that he will look for it in the east and not in the south, then the latter is naturally a skilled predictor. But there is also a fortune teller who says that if you can find the lost key about half a mile east from here, then this third fortune teller is amazing!

Of course, this is first and foremost a matter of getting it right. If you miscalculate, no matter how carefully you say it, it's just a joke.

Since the result predicted by Grandpa was completely different from Situzi's, the spectators no longer said that Grandpa had cheated, and turned their attention to the two dogs under the haystack.