Fox Road Travel Notes

Chen Zican looked at it with a smile and said in a low voice: "It's really a good move to let you, an aunt killer, take the lead."

"I think it won't take a long time for all the girls and wives in Huaiqing Mansion to know your name, Taoist Wang."

"Otherwise, let's stop doing three hexagrams a day."

"It would be good to open this fortune-telling stall. It's easy to earn several thousand taels of silver."

"I can't say for sure, just shoot the rabbit in the grass."

"It also solves the lifelong issue between you and Teacher Cang..."

Wang Heming pretended to drink tea and glared at Chen Zican.

At this time, the outside was already surrounded by people on three floors inside and three floors outside.

Aunt Li was holding an extra-large toilet, occupying the space of three people.

She stood at the front opposite the shop door and winked at Wang Heming.

The big face like a pancake was bright red.

She said softly: "Little Taoist Priest, what is your algorithm?"

"How about we do the math for the slave family first?"

Wang Heming felt a chill, and Chen Zican smiled and pointed at the man and woman in the corner outside.

"You, yes, it's you."

"Please give way, my master is destined to the two of them, and I can give you a hexagram for free to give you some guidance!"

Everyone looked around and saw a young man dressed simply.

Armed with a red dress and a veil, she looks delicate and timid.

Seeing so many pairs of eyes looking at them, both of them were a little panicked.

The young man blushed and pulled the woman behind him.

The woman stretched out her slender little hand, tugged on his sleeve, and whispered: "Brother Wude, let's, let's go..."

Chen Zican pointed at him: "Yes, it's you, come here!"

"When you come here today, there must be something big and difficult to solve."

"My master has been practicing Qing Dynasty in Kunlun Mountain for many years. He came down from the mountain today to save people in need and help the world and save people."

"If you miss it, you will regret it for the rest of your life!"

After hearing the last sentence, the young man gritted his teeth and held the woman's wrist.

"Dujuan, I, I can't wait any longer."

"Seeing you fall into that fire pit breaks my heart...!"

He hesitated for a moment, choking a little.

"I think this Taoist priest has extraordinary appearance. He may be an expert. Why don't we go and ask?"

"If it doesn't work, at most, at most I will die with you!"

When the woman heard this, she was shocked and silently grasped Housheng's hand.

The two men walked through the crowd and walked to the table.

Chen Zican didn't wait for him to ask, and said loudly: "My master only calculates three hexagrams every day and doesn't take any money."

"He is no better than the fortune teller on the street who carries a tiger's prong, relies on a sharp mouth, rushes to defeat others, deceives and deceives, and makes a living."

"His hexagram relies on his own cultivation and his clairvoyance."

"It's called the "Overnight Number"!"

There was a burst of cheers from the crowd, and an aunt shouted: "What is the overnight magic number?"

"Is it possible that you have to sleep with your master all night if you are destined to do so?"

These fierce old ladies are trembling with laughter again.

The young man was a little nervous, looking at the old monk Wang Heming who was in trance, he seemed a little shaken.

Chen Zican was also made dumbfounded.

He coughed twice and said loudly: "This divine number is here to tell fortunes overnight. First, tell my master your name, hometown, date of birth, and what happened."

"Then, my master will take out a life letter from the desk drawer..."

As he spoke, he pulled out the drawer and took out three paper bags.

"Among them is the destiny book that my master had already written while in a state of concentration last night."

"The person seeking divination must be pious and must not tell any lies."

"When he finishes speaking, my master will take out the life book, read it to him, and give him guidance."

"If there is any discrepancy, not only will this hexagram be given away for free, but I will also give you another hundred taels of silver!"

As he spoke, he took out another plate from the drawer, which was neatly piled with white silver ingots.

The audience was all in an uproar, and a few wanted to squeeze in.

Chen Zican smiled and said: "My master's hexagram is only given to those who are destined to be destined."

"Don't crowd around. Let's take a look first and see what these two people want."

The girl named Du Juan raised her head and looked at Wude with a pair of misty eyes.

Wu De patted the back of her hand and looked at Wang Heming who was smiling and listening, his voice a little uneasy.

"Me, my name is Yu Wude, her name is Du Juan..."

Wude and Dujuan were both born in Baoding Prefecture, Zhili.

He is not a high-ranking family, but he is also a family member who has cultivated and studied farming, and has been able to manage the family from generation to generation.

Both were born in the fifth year of Chongzhen, Wude was born on the tenth day of June, and Du Juan was born on the seventeenth day of September.

When they were four or five years old, the two families decided to get married.

After the engagement, the Yu family hired a tutor to teach Wu De how to read and write.

When she was six years old, the Du family also sent their daughter to enlightenment. The two met every day and were as close as brother and sister.

At the beginning of the 17th year of Chongzhen, the imperial court sent Li Jiantai, a great scholar, as the superintendent, leading the last elite in the capital to go south to resist the Chuang King's army.

Li Jiantai destroyed prefectures and counties along the way and looted wantonly, and his troops had no military discipline.

When they arrived at Baoding Prefecture, they happened to encounter the Dashun Army heading north.

Seeing the enemy's strength, Li Jiantai decided to surrender.

He sent troops to kill several groups of people in the city who were unwilling to follow him and surrender.

The soldiers took the opportunity to kill people, set fires, and rob property. Baoding City was in chaos for a while.

Both the Yu family and the Du family suffered disasters. Twelve-year-old Du Juan was kidnapped and her whereabouts are unknown ever since.

Yu Wude's family members died and he was sent to the orphan camp of Dashun Army. From then on, he began to live a wandering life.

Later, Dashun's army moved southward from Guanzhong in two routes.

He followed the East Route Army led by King Chuang and Liu Zongmin and fell behind when they left Shangluo Mountain.

So he fled back to Baoding Prefecture alone and became a clerk in a trading firm.

This time, he and two other guys escorted a batch of northern goods to Wei Hui Mansion.

Shopkeeper Liu, a local businessman, took care of them at Tianxiang Tower in Xicheng and called a geisha to accompany them with the wine.

Unexpectedly, one of them was Du Juan, whom he had been thinking about all these years.

The two hadn't seen each other for eight years, but their faces were vague.

After recognizing each other, I had mixed feelings, hugged each other and cried.

Wu De immediately found the old bustard and wanted to redeem Du Juan's life.

But Tianxianglou asked for five hundred taels of silver. They spent all their time and knelt down to beg, but their mother got every penny.

Wude borrowed twenty taels of silver from his partner, and Shopkeeper Liu was also kind and agreed to lend him one hundred taels of silver.

Including the two people's personal money, they have only collected one hundred and eighty taels of silver.

The friends all returned to Baoding Mansion a few days ago, but after meeting each other, Wu De and Du Juan could no longer live without each other.

The five virtues have been lingering in Tianxiang Tower these days, and they are inseparable from the cuckoo.

All in all, more than ten taels of silver were spent. Seeing that there was no hope of redemption for Du Juan, I shed tears every day.

This morning, in despair, both of them heard the god-like voice that echoed throughout the city.

Du Juan begged her sisters to intercede for her, and then she had time to go out with Wude.

Let's see if this Taoist Wang can find a way to survive...

Speaking of the end, Wu De and Du Juan looked at each other with tears in their eyes and burst into tears.

Most of the people watching outside were old ladies and young wives.

On weekdays, listening to "The Romance of the West Chamber" will make my eyes red and swollen, and I will cry tears of sympathy.

At this time, when I heard this true story and thought about the corrupt world and my own joys and sorrows over the years, I couldn't help but feel sad.

The hundreds of mouths that were chirping non-stop on weekdays were all pursed and pale.

Some people even took out handkerchiefs and secretly wiped their eyes.

The surroundings were quiet and depressing.

Wang Heming sighed and knocked on the table gently: "Both of you, have you finished speaking?"