Lanke Chess Edge

In fact, the small booths of Taoist Qingsong can also draw lots, but most of the pilgrims who come to the Temple of the City God still like to ask for lots in front of the statue of the Lord of the City God, and then ponder the lottery by themselves or ask someone to remove the lottery.

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The pattern of asking for a lottery in the temple is a special kind of Shinto response. The bamboo sticks in front of the orthodox city god’s seat are still a little particular, and it is somewhat related to the Shinto book in the Yin Si. The person who asks can still get a general direction with sincerity, but Can't see much.

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But things like the signatures that the fortune teller asks people to draw are different. It is a special method of divination, and it is also a kind of divination.

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Under the warm greetings from Daoist Qingshang, the middle-aged pilgrim also sat down on the small stool in front of the booth. Hearing Daoist Qingsong said he was just observing his face, he asked a question out of curiosity.

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"The Taoist priest said he was looking at my face, so is there anything to say?"

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Taoist Qingsong shook his head, and before he spoke, the little Taoist priest Qi Xuan said "ahem".

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"First unsign, first unsign, I'll check it against the signature, do you remember the signature?"

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The middle-aged man didn't think much about it and told the truth.

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"I saw that it was written on the signature in the temple: Mu Bin fights endlessly, Bingjia."

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Ji Yuan had unknowingly walked to the tree at the Taoist Qingsong booth, and he didn't use any magic tricks to hide his eyes. It was just that the few people were focused on other things, so they didn't find him.

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From the middle-aged man's words, Ji Yuan got the first information that this person might be literate, and what he described in his words was what he saw, not what the temple Zhu told him to sign. Ji Yuan didn't feel very good at first hearing this signature.

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Ji Yuan didn't deliberately look at his anger, but he just put aside his life fire, it was still vigorous, and looking at the appearance of this pilgrim, it should not be the kind that would casually beat people.

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Daoist Qingsong frowned upon hearing this sign, and then looked at the pilgrim.

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"Let's sign down..."

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Daoist Qingsong here is also considered to be a master, and his expression is obviously thinking carefully, which makes the pilgrims a little nervous.

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"Looks like you're not born with a bad face!"

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Daoist Qingsong added with a serious expression.

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"you!"

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The man immediately felt tightness in his chest, but fortunately, he was not bad, but his tone was a little heavier.

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"Please untie the Daoist sign!"

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Qi Wen was very embarrassed by the side, and quickly explained to the man.

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"Uh, please don't misunderstand this gentleman. My master saw that your face has deteriorated recently, not to scold you..."

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Daoist Qingsong also seemed to realize that he had just said a word, and he also smiled apologetically, and immediately began to cancel the signing.

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"Sir, what are you asking for in the temple, is it home, safety, or career?"

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"All."

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Taoist Qingsong nodded and looked at the man's face again.

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"It stands to reason that you have an upright appearance, sir, and your facial features are straight, and your face is good, but the situation is different now. People are plotting against you, and in any case, you have already vaguely felt something, right or not?"

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The middle-aged man in dark clothes was obviously surprised when he heard the words, and his expression was much more cautious.

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"The Taoist priest said it in more detail, can you tell me how to deal with it?"

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One of the small reasons why Taoist Qingsong likes fortune-telling is that he likes to see the expressions and reactions of those people when they are counted. Seeing the man's reaction, he also seems more serious.

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"Sir, you can know that this scene of the guests refers to the military personnel who are under the command of the generals in the army. The battle between the curtains and the guests seems to be a little gentle, but it is a real army that is tragic, and blood will be seen in the shadow of the sword and sword!"

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The middle-aged man felt his scalp go numb and his face changed, but Daoist Qingsong's words were not over yet.

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"It's fine if it's an ordinary signature, but sir, your signature has the word 'endless' on it, which indicates that it is dangerous!"

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This means that people with no culture can understand enough, not to mention that the middle-aged man is still a little knowledgeable, and his face is more ugly than before.

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Qi Wen, who was at the side of the meeting, also listened very seriously. Even Ji Yuan, who was a few steps away, also frowned, but he resisted the thought of opening his eyes and scrutinizing the middle-aged man, and planned to wait for Qingsong Taoist to finish the sign or finish the calculation. Then look at the air with the eyes of the law.

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"What the Taoist priest means is that this matter has reached the point of endless death, and there is no room for manoeuvre?"

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"Hey, there are no absolutes in the world. Signing a document is considered to be aggravating, but it may not be really incomprehensible. It is still necessary to discuss the matter concretely. Anyway, it is definitely right to have less evil thoughts and more good deeds."

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Daoist Qingsong rarely gave a word of relief. It seems that he remembered a lot, but the method mentioned is probably applicable in 90% of the signatures. Although it is reasonable, it can be felt by others that it is not nutritious.

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"I see this gentleman, you have some direction in your heart, otherwise, the signature will not be the head of 'Mubin', but 'Yugong'. Why don't you give me the eight characters and let me do a good calculation for you?"

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When he said the last sentence, Daoist Qingsong's tone was obviously very interested.

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According to Ji Yuan's understanding, Qi Xuan probably thought in his heart, "What's the point of being an ordinary life, of course, the more twists and turns, the more energetic it is!" ' and the like.

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The feeling may be the same as some doctors' interest in intractable diseases.

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However, the middle-aged man obviously has his own thoughts. He may think that Daoist Qingsong has already cancelled the signing just now, or he has already counted his life many times, and he has no intention of telling the eight characters.

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"Thank you, Daoist Master, for unsigning me..."

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The man glanced at the sign of the stall, took out five copper coins from the money bag and put them on the table.

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"This is the fee, farewell!"

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After saying that, the man stood up, cupped his hands, and planned to leave.

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As a result, Taoist Qingsong was a little anxious.

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"Hey, hey, don't rush to leave this gentleman. I see that you look gloomy now. Let me count your fate and see your longevity. You have to understand whether you live or die, don't you?"

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The man turned his head to look at Taoist Qingsong, and then looked at Qi Wen who was pulling his master nervously beside him, took a deep breath and left without looking back.

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"This gentleman... I'm different from other fortune tellers. I can see what they can't see~! Oh, Qi Wen, why are you pulling me..."

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"Master, don't talk about it, I'm begging you to count as an apprentice, that gentleman doesn't want to count!"

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"Why doesn't he want to count? He's afraid to count, so I'll persuade him to forget it, hey!"

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Seeing that the pilgrim had gone far, Taoist Qingsong was also discouraged and sighed.

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"It's rare that this person has a good temper..."

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Ji Yuanzheng opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man who was far away. Hearing Daoist Qingsong's words, he could not laugh or cry.

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"You know your feelings, Daochang Qi, too. If that person is almost temperamental, shouldn't he be beaten again?"

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Ji Yuan Zhongzheng's clear voice immediately attracted the attention of Qingsong Daoist and Qi Wen. When the two turned around, they saw Ji Yuan standing beside the tree.

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"It's Mr. Ji! Hahaha, it's really Mr. Ji! Mr. Ji hasn't changed at all!"

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Qi Wen's happy expression was on his face, and even Qi Xuan, a Taoist from Qingsong, was also very excited, but he suddenly felt a little embarrassed when he thought of the situation just now, so he quickly stood up and bowed his hands.

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Ji Yuan also smiled and cupped his hands, Qi Wendao.

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"Chief Daoist Qi Wen has already grown into an adult. You were only at your master's chin back then, but now you're almost tall."

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"Uh, huh, when did you come, Mr. Ji?"

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Daoist Qingsong was a little uneasy, this one is really not a mortal.

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"I've been here for a while, and I went to your Yunshan Temple before I came to find you. I don't know when the stall will be closed?"

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"Come, accept, close immediately, Qi Wen, don't be stunned, we'll close the stall."

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Daoist Qingsong saw that Mr. Ji had come here specially to find his master and apprentice, how could he still sit still, so he hurriedly packed things with Qi Wen, and dared to let the gods wait for him until evening?

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In fact, this small booth is just a piece of wood placed on two wooden supports, and then covered with a piece of jute cloth. It is disassembled by the master and the apprentice in three or two times. In the basket, Qi Wen carried it on his back.

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"Packed up, packed up, Mr. Ji will come back to Yunshanguan for a light meal with us?"

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"Yes, Mr. Ji, my master's cooking is delicious."

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"As long as you don't mind me disturbing your peace."

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Ji Yuan joked, and followed the master and the apprentice together.

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"How could it be possible, Mr. Ji can come to our little shattered view, it is really full of brilliance. Today I will show my hands to Mr., so that you can taste how my mortal craftsmanship is better than the fairy Xialu."

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The tone is not small, but before Ji Yuan, I went to the Yunshanguan kitchen to take a look. There is no shortage of rice, but oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are not very abundant.

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"Then I really want to see the income of the Taoist priest. It's not good to eat food and drink dew, but I have eaten the Dragon Palace feast."

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Daoist Qingsong immediately became nervous when he heard the words, he was just a polite remark, don't take it seriously, Mr. Ji!

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Ji Yuan simply went to the county market with the master and the apprentice, and bought some of the things he bought, not forgetting to buy some fish and meat.

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It's just that when he left Dongle County, Ji Yuan still looked back and saw that the ambergris must have given Qi Xuan a few cups, and it was estimated that this person would sleep for a few days.

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Naturally, he won't be going to set up stalls any more these few days, but he just doesn't know if the pilgrim will go back to the Taoist for fortune-telling.