Since this day, the old storyteller has not appeared in the teahouse again. His stories were also forgotten with his departure. He was now replaced by a middle-aged couple, singing explicit flower tunes that were also popular with the guests. Teahouse shopkeepers are also accustomed to this kind of thing, trying to get new things and attract business.

No one cares about the life or death of the old man who told the story before. Maybe you lose your job here, and you don't know where you will die after living on the streets. And Erdan has been to the teahouse several times recently, and he hasn't seen the old storyteller. Erdan has no interest in those messy fans and gaudy lyrics and songs, so he no longer goes to the teahouse.

In the past few days, it has also come time to harvest rice. There were few laborers in the family, and his father would definitely not let him run around at this time, and it was a big deal to finish cleaning up the rice in the field at the moment, which was related to the livelihood of the next year after all.

According to my father's idea, I harvested rice this year to keep enough for the whole family's rations and continued planting for the next year, and then sold a few old hens in the family to make up enough gift money, and then found a reliable matchmaker to tell Erdan a daughter-in-law.

The children of the poor will live their lives as nothing more than working in the fields, marrying wives and having children. In a good situation, if there is no illness or disaster, it is not bad to live at the age of sixty-seven and have four generations in the same house. When I met an unlucky person, I got sick and died at a young age, and my wife was widowed for most of her life, which can be regarded as a human tragedy.

Find a daughter-in-law as soon as possible to manage the second egg, this is the mother's idea, start a family first. The old couple has been working hard for a few years, and it is no problem to scrape together some money to find a small stall in the town and do some small business, and the family seeks to have two meals and one night, and there is no problem in mixing food and clothing. But now Erdan is like a person who doesn't grow up, and he usually doesn't share a little for the family, so I really don't know what the use of raising him is.

If it weren't for the busy farming these days, Erdan would definitely not know where to mix. Early in the morning, he was called by his father to work in the field, and he felt half a word of complaint, and his father's water bamboo strips were not provocative.

After being busy for most of the day, Erdan nodded tiredly, and was thinking about finding a haystack to sleep in and be lazy. can see the back of the parents busy in the field, and the psychology is very unpleasant. But every time I was free, I remembered the stories told by the old storyteller,

I was busy until the afternoon, when I saw that the rice in the field was almost harvested. Erdan didn't eat dinner, so he took advantage of the fact that it was not dark and ran to the old man who told the story for a while.

Erdan is really not for the numerology and heavenly things in the old man's mouth, he just wants to listen to him, even if he gives a copper coin, he will not hesitate.

With this thought in mind, he walked for a while and came to the front of the ruined temple. It is in the north of Liyang Town, built against the mountains, and has long been cut off from incense and dilapidated.

At this time, under the broken stone statue in the temple, the old storyteller sat cross-legged, as if meditating. I didn't feel strange when I saw Erdan coming, I opened my eyes slightly and looked at it, and said: "I was listening to the book that day, come and come, come and come here today to give you some guidance, ask about the future of Sanwen, and ask about the marriage of Wuwen." ”

As soon as he heard this, Erdan regretted it a little, and the old man had changed too quickly. I didn't see him for a few days, and some of them became fortune tellers. This is not a charlatan, where to deceive.

Erdan has a three-penny copper coin, which is the hard-earned money accumulated from a few days of hard work. If you throw it all to this old man, I'm afraid you will die unjustly.

After listening to the old man, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Slow!" The old man hurriedly called out to Erdan.

He stepped forward, pulled out a weed that was still stuck to Erdan's hair, looked surprised, and said, "Oh, it's amazing, it's terrible, this little brother is probably a person with immortal fate." ”

Erdan looked like he had never seen the world, and when he heard him say this, he immediately stopped, and was about to say something, but the old man preemptively said: "This is yarrow, although it is common, but this one on your head is unusual." ”

Erdan looked carefully at the grass in the old man's hand, which was probably glued when he was working in the field. This thing is everywhere in the field, and if you feed the pigs, you won't even eat the pigs, how can it be called unusual?

The old man saw that Erdan was puzzled, pulled him over, sat on the stone bench next to him, and commented carefully: "This yarrow is a divination thing, and it is better to have three inches." The number of heavenly principles contained in this is incomprehensible to ordinary people, but only my old man is proficient in this way. You see, this grass has two branches and four branches, and the branches are all on the right, which are the six trigrams. ”

"The Qiangua is the Heavenly Hexagram," the old man took the yarrow at this time, paced back and forth in the temple, and pretended to be there to calculate.

He walked to the stone bench again, took out the tortoiseshell copper coin, and silently recited an incomprehensible incantation.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa."

Six ancient coins scattered on the stone bench at will, all of them are on the side of the word, the old man looked at the yarrow in his hand again, the old man frowned, and then his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed: "With the heavenly hexagram, the hexagram is the earth, the mortal body, the unity of heaven, earth and man!" ”

"Good hexagram, good hexagram" looked carefully at the face of the second egg, and said: "The heavenly court is full, the earth pavilion is round, the head has four corners, and the eyes are on fire, well!" Good looks. ”

Starting from the shoulder again, it went down little by little, until it reached the ankle of the second egg before stopping.

"Well, the meridians are unobstructed, the qi and blood are smooth, and the physique is good."

"It's just that the spiritual root is missing. Out of the way, out of the way. ”

Erdan didn't plan to ask the old man to tell the hexagram as soon as he came in, but now he was inexplicably criticized by him.

It's just that I was too slow and too resolute at that time, which made me in a dilemma now.

I only have three copper plates, and I don't have too much, so I can't give it to him, so it's all as compensation for listening to books for free before. It's just that the role of this old man changed too quickly, and the second egg was made up like this before he could say his intentions.

"You, aren't you a storyteller?" Erdan asked.

"Storytelling is just a leisure time for old age, and fortune-telling is the business."

Erdan asked again: "Then are all the things you said about cultivating immortals true?" ”

The old man replied, "Well, those who believe in it are true." ”

"Then what's going on with this hexagram?" Erdan asked.

"Any hexagram can be criticized, but only this hexagram of the unity of heaven, earth and man cannot be criticized."

"Do you still need to pay for it?"

The old man smiled slightly, shook his head, and said, "No need, I still have to give you something." ”

After that, he took out a cloth bag and stuffed it into Erdan's hand.

Isn't this something that was ridiculed by everyone when I was telling a story a few days ago?

"Take it, use it raw, and wait for the opportunity!"

What's that? Erdan was like a second monk at a loss at this time, one would tell the hexagram, and the other would give him a bag. Moreover, there is no money yet.

At first, I thought the old man was a charlatan, but now it doesn't look like it. But this next change inevitably makes people feel that there is something wrong with his brain, and he doesn't know what he is talking about.

Erdan saw that it was getting dark, and he didn't bother to talk to him here, since he came, he was so confused that he didn't have to count a hexagram, although he didn't ask about the future or about marriage, and he gave two copper coins to mean it.

It's just a matter of sending it away.

Erdan reluctantly took out two copper coins from his arms and handed them to the old man, who shook his head and waved his hand. I saw the sloppy bag in my hand, which was empty. So he stuffed the copper coin into it, forcibly stuffed it to the old man, got up and left, and didn't bother to turn his head back.

The anger was not that he spent two copper coins, but that Erdan really believed it and actually believed the nonsense that the old man said. With this spare time, I went to the river to catch fish for a few days, and when I got home, I could ask my mother to cook some food.

Thinking about it this way, Erdan hadn't seen the dog and black hair for a few days. It is estimated that these two people have been dragged by the family to harvest grain these days, and they can't come out if they want to.

After a few days, the family's farm work is finished, and Erdan goes to play with them again.

And the old man, sitting in place at this time, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he shook his head helplessly. Then sit cross-legged on a stone bench with your eyes slightly closed.

A golden light flashed out from the old man's heavenly spirit cover, and then the golden light around his body also appeared, rushing straight into the sky along the top of his head.

A bright light flashed through the hole-ridden roof and cracked walls of the ruined temple. It was only for a moment, and it dissipated.

Then, the whole person disappeared into the ruined temple, only the light of the moonlight dusk penetrated the broken roof and hit the face of the hideous stone statue, a little frightened, and a little lonely.

Just as the old man did not appear at this time, he was a drop in the ocean and gone.

And all this, the second egg did not see. He was running home before it was dark......