Sword of Coming

The small town neither too big nor too small, more than 600 families, the gateway to the poor in the town, Chen Ping mostly recognizes it. As for the family property, the wealthy families have high thresholds. Young people with mud legs can't get in. Some big families gather Chen Ping hasn't even set foot in the spacious alleys. The streets over there are mostly covered with large blocks of bluestone. In rainy days, they will never step on the mud 4 to splash.Those bluestone slabs with excellent texture have already been rubbed smoothly like a mirror after being trampled and crushed by vehicles in the last ages.

Lu, Li, Zhao, and Song have four surnames, which are the common surnames here in the small town. The village school is the money paid by these companies. Most of them have 4 or 2 dragon kilns outside the city.The official residence of the successive kiln supervisors is on the same street as these families.

Unfortunately, the ten letters Chen Ping wants to send today are almost all of the well-known wealthy households in the small town. This is also very reasonable. The dragon gives birth to Dragon Phoenix to give birth to the phoenix, and the mouse gives birth to a hole in the ground, and can send the letter home far away. Wanderer, the family background is definitely not bad, otherwise he would not have the confidence to go out.Among the nine letters, Chen Ping actually went to 9 places, Prosperous Deer Street and Peach Blossom Alley. When he stepped on the bluestone slab as big as a bed for the first time, the boy was a little nervous and slowed down his pace, even a little self-conscious. Can't help but feel that my straw sandals are dirty on the street.

The first letter Chen Ping sent out was the Lú Family who had received a gift from the emperor Jade Ruyi from his ancestors. When he stood at the door, he became more and more disturbed.

Wealthy people pay more attention to more. The house of Lú Family is big. There are 2 stone lions at the door, and the others are tall and imposing manner. Song Jixin said that this thing can ward off evil and suppress evil. Chen Ping doesn't know what evil is evil at all. He is just curious and the others' tall lion's mouth seems to contain a billowing stone ball. How is this carved out? of? Chen Ping resisted the urge to touch the stone ball, walked up the steps and clicked the bronze lion head, and soon a youngster opened the door and walked out. When he heard that he was here to deliver the letter, the man was expressionless and twisted with two fingers. In the corner of the envelope, after receiving the Feng Family book, he turned around and walked quickly into the house, closing the door with the painted Divine Idol.

After that, the boy’s delivery process was so unremarkable. On the corner of Peach Blossom Alley, there was a house with an unremarkable household name. The door was opened by a small, kind-looking old man. After receiving the letter, he smiled and said: "young man, hard work." .Would you like to come in for a rest and take a drink of hot water?

The teenager laughed shyly, shook his head, and ran away.

The old man gently put the Feng Family book into his sleeve, went back to the house in no hurry, looked up into the distance, his vision cloudy.

Finally, from high to low, from far to near, staring at the peach trees next to Street 2, which looked like an old man faint and squeezed out a smile.

The old man turned and left.

It didn't take long for a cute little yellow bird to stop at the top of the peach tree branch, its beak pecked tenderly, and it whispered softly.

For the last letter, Chen Ping needs to send Mister, the teacher who teaches the township school. During the period, he passed a fortune-telling stall. He was a young Daoist wearing an old daoist robe. He straightened his waist and sat behind the table. Wearing a high crown, like a blooming lotus.

When the young Daoist saw the teenager who was running fast, he hurriedly said hello: "youngster, don't miss it when you pass by, let's draw a lottery. Poor Daoist will help you count it, which can help you predict good and bad luck."

Chen Ping did not stop, but turned his head and waved his hand.

Daoist did not give up, leaning forward, raising his voice, "youngster, in the past, Poor Daoist dealt with someone and charged ten cents, but today we make an exception and only charge you three cents! Of course, if you draw one If you sign up, you might as well add another penny, if the lucky draw is the sign, then Poor Daoist will only charge you 3 penny, how about it?"

In the distance, Chen Ping's footsteps clearly stopped. The young Daoist had already got up quickly and hit the iron while it was hot. Loudly said: "In the morning, youngster, you are the first guest. Poor Daoist will just do it well. As long as you sit down and draw, frankly , Poor Daoist will write some yellow paper rune, which can help you pray for your ancestors and accumulate inner virtue. With Poor Daoist's ability, I dare not say that it will make people vote for a good tire, but you have to say more than 2 It’s a try after all."

Chen Ping was stunned, turned back suspiciously, and sat on the bench in front of the stall.

A simple Daoist, a shabby boy, two poor and small, sitting opposite each other.

Daoist smiled and extended the hand, motioning for the boy to pick up the pick.

Chen Ping hesitated, and suddenly said: "I don't draw lots, you just write a yellow paper rune for me, okay?"

In Chen Ping’s memory, it seems that the young Taoist who wandered here has been in the town for at least 5-6 years, and his appearance has not changed much. He is kind to everyone, and he usually helps people to see Fortune-telling draws, and occasionally can write a letter home. What’s interesting is that there are 108 bamboo sticks clustered on the table. For so many years, men and women in the town have drawn lots. No one has ever drawn a lottery. No one dangled a lot from the lottery to sign, as if there were 108 lots, and there was no bad sign in the lottery.

So if it’s New Year's Day, just for the sake of good luck, the town’s 100 surnames can be accepted for ten cents, but if it is really troublesome, no one will come here to be taken advantage of.If this Daoist is a complete liar, he would have wronged others. The town is such a big town. If it is really only dressing up as God, playing the devil and swindle, it would have been sent out long ago.Therefore, the skill of this young Daoist is definitely not in the two things of Xiangshu and resolution.There were some minor illnesses and disasters. Many people drank a bowl of talisman water from Daoist and quickly recovered completely, which was quite effective.

The young Daoist shook his head and said, "It's a matter of poor cultivation. It's a young man who is not deceived. It is good to understand the signing and writing together, and I will charge you 5 yuan."

Chen Ping retorted in a low voice: "It's 3 cents."

Daoist said with a laugh: "As soon as 10000 is drawn and signed, isn't it 5 cents."

Chen Ping made up his mind, reached out to get the lottery, suddenly raised his head and asked: "How does Daoist Priest know that I happen to have 5 cents?"

Daoist sits in distress, "Poor Daoist always looks at people's blessings and wealth, and has always been very accurate."

Chen Ping thought for a while, and picked up the drawbar.

Daoist said with a slight smile: "youngster, don't be nervous. Sometimes life is necessary, and there is no time for life. Treating impermanence with a normal mind is the first-class 10000 law."

Chen Ping put the lottery back on the table again, looking solemnly, and asked: "Daoist Priest, I will give you all the 5 pennies, and no lottery will be drawn anymore. Only Daoist Priest will be asked to write the rune on the yellow paper and write more than usual. Better, okay?"

Daoist smiled as usual, thought it over, nodded and said: "Yes."

On the table, the pen, inkstone and paper were already ready. Daoist carefully asked Chen Ping's father and mother's name, birthplace and birthday, and pulled out a yellow talisman paper, which was soon finished, in one go.

As for what was written, Chen Ping was at a loss.

Putting aside the pen and lifting the talisman paper, the young Daoist blew the ink, "After taking it home, people stand inside the threshold and burn the yellow paper outside the threshold."

The young man took the talisman paper cautiously and kept it cautiously. He did not forget to put the 5 copper coins on the table and bowed to thank you.

The young Daoist waved his hand and motioned the boy to do his business.

Chen Ping ran away to deliver the last letter.

Daoist lazily leaned on the chair, glanced at the coins, bent over and reached out to hug them in front of him.

At this moment, a dainty and delicate oriole flew onto the table from a high altitude, pecked a coin, and soon lost interest and fluttered away.

"The oriole wanted to hold the flowers, but the peach blossoms of the Jun family did not bloom."

After Daoist finished reciting the poem leisurely, he gently waved his sleeves pretendingly and sighed: "The life is 8 feet, don't ask for a meter."

With this wave of sleeves, two bamboo sticks slipped from the sleeves and fell to the ground. Daoist screamed and picked them up quickly. Then sneaking around 2 places, he found that no one was paying attention to this side for the time being. It was relieved. Hide the 4 bamboo sticks into the loose cuffs.

The young Daoist coughed, straightened his face, and continued to wait for the next guest.

He was a little emotional, and it was easier to make women's money as expected.

In fact, there are 2 bamboo sticks hidden in the sleeves of the young Daoist. One is the most signed and the other is the most. They are used to make a lot of money.

Not enough for outsiders.

Naturally, the young man did not know these profound mystery mysteries. He walked lightly all the way to the outside of the village school. The nearby bamboo forest was lush and green.

Chen Ping slowed down, and the mellow voice of a middle age person sounded in the house, "The sunrise is dazzling and the lamb's fur is as wet as the rain."

Then there was a neat and crisp childish voice, "The sunrise is dazzling and the lamb's fur is as wet as the rain."

Chen Ping looked up, and the rising sun was bright.

The young man was stunned.

When he came back to his senses, the Mongolian children were shaking their heads and reciting an article skillfully in accordance with Mister's request: "At Insects Wake, Heaven and Earth were born, and 10000 things began to flourish. Lying early at night, walking in the courtyard, gentlemen walk slowly In order to make aspirations..."

Chen Ping stood at the gate of the school, hesitant to speak.

2 The middle-aged Confucian scholar with Weishuang on the temples turned his head and walked out of the house gently.

Chen Ping handed out the letter with both hands and respectfully said: "This is Mister's letter."

After the tall man in azure clothes took the envelope, he said in a warm voice: "You can come here to listen more when there is nothing wrong."

Chen Ping is a little embarrassed, after all, he may not really have time to come here to listen to this Mister's teaching, and the teenager does not want to deceive him.

The man laughed and said empathetic: "It's okay, the truth is all in the book, but the man is outside the book. Go ahead."

Chen Ping relaxed and left.

After the young man ran far away, he turned his head and looked back.

I saw the Mister standing at the door all the time, silhouette bathed in sunlight, looking from a distance, like Deity.