The years when I was an old man

In the next few days, I carefully studied this Liu Jiafeng's information.

I thought it was the easiest and most direct way.

Just let Hong Ye come forward and find a way to hook up with this Liu Jiafeng.

Master Hong thought the other party was too old and didn't mention it.

After reading the information, I realized that this Liu Jiafeng is very powerful.

Treat these little wolf dogs.It has always come with a wave, and kicked away when it is used up.

At most, it's just spending some money on these little wolf dogs.

Moreover, she does not allow the little wolf dog to participate in any of her affairs.

To put it bluntly, these little wolf dogs are purely her toys.

At this time, it is absolutely impossible to let Master Hong go.

We researched for a few days and couldn't figure out any good way to do it.

In the evening, a few of us went to the night market near the university city to hang out.

There are a lot of people in the night market, just like most cities.

The night market here is also full of small stalls, plus a variety of snacks.

But Master Hong was the most excited, his eyes were almost not enough.

After all, youthful and beautiful big white legs and all kinds of beauties can be seen everywhere in the crowd.

As I was walking, I saw a group of people in front of me.

Surrounded in front of a booth, I don't know what I'm looking at.

Lord Hong likes to be lively, so he called us to squeeze in.

I went to have a look, and it turned out to be a hexagram stall.

The stall owner was actually a young Taoist priest wearing Taoist robes.

This Taoist priest has delicate features, and looks like he is only about twenty years old.

But the Taoist robe on his body was dirty, with a few holes in it.

He wears a bun on his head and holds a whisk in his hand.

Sitting cross-legged, eyes slightly closed.

On the stall in front of him, there were a few lines of small characters written on the left and right.

On the left is: when you first come down to Daoshan, cause and effect follow fate.

On the right is: Sitting silently, I am not dumb.Write first and ask later, not to deceive people.

In the middle is a yin and yang gossip.

There are a few props in his hand.

Probably something he used for fortune-telling.

Just watching, an uncle in his 40s squatted in front of him.

After looking at it curiously for a while, he asked:

"Little Taoist priest, what can you do?"

The little Taoist opened his eyes slightly, and took out a piece of paper from the side.

See above, write a line of big characters.

"For good and bad luck, ask about the future. In the small place, you can ask about the marriage and career, and in the big place, you can predict the rise and fall of the family and the country."

The little Taoist is very young, but his tone is astonishingly loud.

"How much is a hexagram?"

The uncle asked again.

The little Taoist turned over the cardboard, and it read:

"If you make a half-percent error, you won't get a penny. If you are lucky, you will be rewarded with your heart."

Seeing this, the uncle immediately said:

"Then let me ask you a question!"

I saw the little Taoist take out a stack of papers.

Take one from it and hand it to the uncle.

After taking it over, I saw that it was actually a form.

The person who asks the hexagram is required to fill in a few pieces of information.

The uncle picked up the pen on the booth and wrote on it one by one.

Then, he folded up the paper and handed it to the little Taoist priest.

No one knows what is written on this paper.

Even the little Taoist could not see it at all.

After the little Taoist took the note, he closed his eyes again.

Holding a note in his hand, he muttered something.

After a while, I opened my eyes.

He turned to the uncle and said:

"The soul of the Dao is wandering, and the celestial master opened his eyes. I am still a novice in the Tao, but I have also seen what this gentleman is asking for!"

what?

Everyone watching the excitement, including this uncle, was shocked.

You know, the little Taoist opened his eyes except when he just took the note.

The rest of the time, he kept his eyes closed.

Besides, the note was folded several times by the little Taoist priest.

How did he know what was on this note?

The uncle immediately asked:

"Then tell me, what have I written? What do I want to be today?"

The little Taoist closed his eyes again, and said slowly:

"Mr. is six forty-six this year, and has a son on his knees. What you are asking for is related to Mr. Ling!"

As soon as the words came out, the middle-aged uncle immediately opened his mouth wide.

He took the note over and spread it out to have a look.

Sure enough, what the little Taoist said was exactly right.

The people next to him were even more surprised, and they all looked at the little Taoist priest intently.

And the little Taoist closed his eyes and wandered for a long time before continuing:

"Master Ling is not in good health, right? Judging from the handwriting you just wrote, Master Ling seems to be suffering from illness!"

The middle-aged uncle did not write these words on paper.

But the middle-aged uncle was stunned when he heard it.

Looking at the little Taoist, it took a while before he said:

"You are really amazing? Master, can you help me see if my son's disease is easy to cure?"

The little Taoist closed his eyes and stopped talking.

The middle-aged man waited for a while before tentatively asking:

"Master, can you tell me?"

The little Taoist still kept his eyes shut.

The people next to him immediately reminded the uncle:

"Master Ren is right, you have to take the money..."

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Money!"

As he spoke, the uncle took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket.

Take out two pieces of ten yuan from the inside and put them on the booth.

The little Taoist opened his eyes and looked at the 20 yuan.

After a while, he said two words:

"Can be cured!"

"How?"

The uncle asked hurriedly.

But the eyes of the little Taoist closed again.

This time the uncle understood what the little Taoist meant.

He took out a wad of change again and put it on the booth.

Although it is small change, it looks like there must be one or two hundred yuan.

The little Taoist cast a glance, then slowly shook his head:

"It's impossible!"

"Master, what do you mean?"

The little Taoist didn't speak either.

The person who watched the excitement next to him said again:

"Master, you don't have enough money, right?"

The uncle thought for a while, then took out a few more hundred-yuan red notes from his pocket, and put them on the hexagram stand.

The little Taoist opened his eyes and said slowly:

"Young Master, it is a disease of deficiency and excess. The so-called deficiency means that there is a pile of weeds growing next to your ancestral grave. You have to get rid of the weeds within three days. I will write you another talisman in a while. After returning , light it at midnight, and mix it with rice wine, after drinking it, the deficiency disease can be cured. Once the deficiency disease is eliminated, the real disease will be cured in no time!"

The middle-aged uncle nodded repeatedly, thanked him a thousand times, and left with the talisman.

Standing beside me, Xiaoduo was also surprised by this scene.

She asked me in a low voice:

"Little Sixth Master, how did he figure it out? Is it true?"

I laughed, but didn't answer Xiaoduo's words.

But an idea suddenly appeared in his mind.