The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 344 Fortune-telling
Wudang Mountain Gate.

Because Wudang Mountain is full of incense, there is an endless stream of pilgrims coming and going. Some villagers with flexible minds began to try to sell some incense paper and other things here in exchange for some money.

In the beginning, it was just a few bold villagers secretly selling it to pilgrims who came to offer incense.

But later, the villagers discovered that instead of driving them away, the Taoist chief on Wudang Mountain had cleared a large open space under the mountain gate for them to do some small business.

In this way, the foot of Wudang Mountain gradually became lively.

But this Wudang Mountain is after all the Taishan Beidou of Dagan Jianghu, fortunately the mountain people also know some superficial rules.

Outside the mountain gate, you can do some small business to subsidize your livelihood.

But inside the mountain gate, except for Zhenwu's birthday pilgrimage, they never took half a step!
But at this moment, in a relatively remote corner of the mountain gate, there is an ordinary hexagram booth that can no longer be ordinary.

Wudang Mountain is originally a blessed place of Taoism, and in the altar on the mountain, there are naturally Wudang gods who undo the lottery.

Pilgrims who really want fortune-telling and fortune-telling will naturally choose the old gods on the mountain to unravel the fortune.

Therefore, the worst business at the foot of the mountain may belong to this hexagram stall!
But at this moment, the magic stick sitting behind the hexagram booth didn't seem to care whether there was any business coming, but he was just holding a scroll of bamboo slips with some thoughts, and read them attentively.

"Self-cultivation in misfortune and good fortune is doomed, and the secrets are unpredictable, how can we know?"

Just when the magic stick was concentrating on looking at the bamboo slips, a slightly puzzled voice came from above his head.

Shenzhu raised his head and saw two men and a woman standing in front of his hexagram booth.

The woman covered her face with a light veil, her eyes were cold, and the other elderly man beside her had a white face and no beard.

And the one who read out his signboard in a low voice was the man between the two, who was young but had a dignified face.

It's no wonder that this Gua booth is deserted and there is no business, just take a look at what this signboard says.

Since he said that it is self-cultivation through misfortunes and blessings, the secrets are unpredictable.Then you are still a six!

"Sir, can you..."

But this majestic man seemed to be very interested in the magic stick, so he opened his mouth to ask.

But he didn't want to, before he finished speaking, the magic stick who had finally found a business, after taking a look at him, got up and pulled off the signboard, cleaned up the divination booth and prepared to leave.

"On Wudang Mountain, there is an immortal who guides the way. I don't feel well today. I'm sorry!"

After tidying up the crude hexagram booth, this magic stick immediately wanted to rub the soles of his feet with oil.

But just as he was about to leave, the stern-looking woman turned around and stopped in front of him.

"you……"

The god stick's face turned pale.

"Since sir dares to ask divinations at the foot of Wudang Mountain, what's the harm in solving the lottery for me?"

The young man narrowed his eyes slightly. Although he was speaking with a smile, there was an unquestionable majesty in his tone.

"This……"

Shen stick's face was ugly, but he was blocked and couldn't get away.

"It's just a whim, sir, just say it straight!"

The young man raised his hand slightly, and the white-faced and beardless old man behind him immediately stepped forward and took out a silver ingot of about ten taels from his cuff.

The god stick who couldn't get away with clear decree could only sit back in his original position.

He took out those fortune tellers and pens, inks, papers and inkstones again, and placed them exactly as they were placed before.

Then he opened the signboard that looked confusing, and then made a gesture of invitation to the young man who forced a fortune-telling.

"I don't know, guest officer, do you want to test the characters or look at the face?" the magic stick asked politely with a bitter face.

The young man stared at the magic stick with his head bowed, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he said, "Mianmian!"

Maybe others didn't notice it, but he could see it clearly.

Except for looking up at him abruptly at the beginning, the magic stick never set his sights on him again.

"The face of a guest official is beyond words!"

The moment the young man finished speaking, the magic stick who didn't raise his head hurriedly offered a flattery.

But it was obvious that the son in front of him, who seemed to be full, didn't intend to let him go.

"Oh? Tell me, sir, how expensive is an unspeakable life?"

Young people are not so easy to fool.

"Young Master's request is right in front of you!"

The magic stick knows that he can't be fooled, but if he asks him to tell the fortune of the person in front of him seriously, he may cause a disaster of death!
"Oh?"

Hearing the obviously fooling words of the god stick, the young man seemed to have a gleam of joy on his brow.

Then he asked again: "Sir, can you tell me whether you can hold on to what I think?"

"can!"

The magic stick of fortune-telling, like a child who has done something wrong, dare not raise his head.

After hearing this person's words, although the young man's face became more joyful, he was still not overwhelmed.

"Sir, don't deceive me. Although it is a lie for thousands of years, everything has its own destiny. Please speak clearly!"

"This……"

Shenzhu knew that if he didn't say one, two, three today, he would definitely not be able to leave.

The next moment, the magic stick picked up the pen and ink in front of him, lowered his head and wrote a few words on the paper, then took out a kit and put it in.

"The guest officer's secrets are all in this thing. If I agree, I will take it after I get Wudang Mountain, and I will give the kit to the guest officer!"

Hearing this, the young man turned his head to look at the two followers behind him.

But the woman and the entourage shook their heads at the same time.

They were so close to what the magic stick had just written in front of them, but they couldn't see clearly what this person wrote.

"Okay! I promise you, wait until I get off Wudang Mountain, and then open the kit!"

The young man nodded and agreed to the request of the magic stick.

And the magic stick was not sloppy, after the young man nodded in agreement, he handed over the kit directly.

"Sir, aren't you afraid that I'll go back on my word?"

The young man was also taken aback for a moment when he saw the rather straightforward magic stick.

But at this moment, the magic stick raised his head, looked at the young man for the second time, and said with a smile: "You have no joke..."

Those four simple words caused the expressions of the two followers behind the young man to change drastically.

Because they understand.

The "lord" that the magic stick is talking about at this moment is not the king of a gentleman, but the king of a king! !
This seemingly unreliable magic stick is really an incomparable expert!

"Thank you sir..."

The young man was about to cup his fists to salute, but he didn't want to be stopped by the magic stick.

"Can not afford!"

After the magic stick finished speaking, he began to tidy up the hexagram booth that had just been neatly arranged.

If she knew that this would happen today, she wouldn't be out of business if she was killed.

Unfortunately, doctors cannot heal themselves.Even if he has the ability to see all the secrets of the sky, he still can't count his own misfortunes and blessings!

But obviously, the bad luck of this magic stick today is far more than that!
Just when he finished packing and was about to leave, a figure blocked his way again.

"Wait a minute, sir, since we met, don't you care about extra calculations?"

Zhao Yu stopped the magic stick, but his eyes fell on the scroll of bamboo slips that this guy was holding tightly with his left hand.

(End of this chapter)