Taoist chanting

Chapter 703

Guzhou, the ancient town of Lingfeng.

The middle-aged Taoist priest, nicknamed "Zhang Banxian", was carrying a green cloth package containing hexagram barrels, bamboo tubes for drawing lots, turtle shell copper coins and other food items. On the back of "Bone Fortune Telling" is the cloth cover of "Zhang Banxian, One Hexagram and Three Texts", nodding and saying hello to colleagues who have already set up booths at the end of the street.

However, the good-looking fortune-teller with a gray beard gave a cold snort to Zhang Banxian's polite smile.

Colleagues are enemies, and the fortune-telling business in the ancient town was originally a small business, barely earning a living with wine and meat.

Last month, a guy who came from another place to rob business and offered a price of one hexagram and three words. If the old fortune-teller who has been entrenched here for many years, Master Hu, hadn't seen the run-down Taoist priests who are strong and strong, most of them would have had time to accompany them if they were afraid of traveling all over the world. He wished he could expel this ignorant colleague from town with old fists.

Seeing people ordering dishes and watching people order dishes is the only way to collect divination gold in fortune-telling business, which varies from person to person.

No matter how good the business is for a day or two if you kill the price of "Sanwen" in one bite, and you can have meat every day?

The old man hated such passers-by who disrupted business everywhere.

Zhang Banxian set up two sticks on the side of the street two zhang away from the old man, holding a cloth cover, with a calm smile on his face, observing the passers-by, and his eyes seemed to be empty, no one was looking.

Not long after he sat down, some business came to his door. It was a passing visitor who was born rich and dressed in silk robes.

Under the eyes of the old fortune teller who secretly looked enviously, the passer-by with a round face and an unfamiliar face sat down on the pole, cupped his hands at Zhang Banxian, and said, "Master, I invite you."

The winter sun in the ancient town is very warm, Zhang Banxian glanced at the guest, his expression turned cold, and sighed: "Guest, go slowly, I am not good at learning skills, I can't solve your confusion, please be wise!"

Stretching out his hand to the east, he was facing Master Hu who was eager to stand up and solicit customers.

The middle-aged passer-by was so angry that he got up and left. He didn't even ask what was the point, and he refused with a godlike voice, blatantly soliciting customers for his colleagues, and playing this kind of swindler's tricks. How could he be fooled?
After taking three steps, the middle-aged man stopped while Master Hu was waiting eagerly, and stared back at the middle-aged Taoist priest in an old cotton robe with an inconspicuous patch on his elbow, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, "As long as you If you can tell what I want to calculate, three hundred coppers will be offered."

No matter what the fortune teller said, he denied it outright, and slapped the two charlatans in the face on the spot.

Zhang Banxian shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "'You can't keep the partial wealth, and the five ghosts will harm your Yin virtue'. If you stop in time, you may save your life. Go."

The corners of Master Hu's mouth twitched contemptuously, and he often said such ambiguous and bluffing jargon.

The passer-by in front of him was born rich, and the hems of his shoes were not stained with mud. In the middle of the street, there was a servant with a green donkey waiting. There was another guard with a waist knife slung across his waist. The guard's eyes were always on the passer-by, so It can be judged that the passer-by is a businessman such as a merchant.

Talk about topics related to "wealth", and then scare people with the word "life-saving", instead of scaring people with "bloody disasters" on the bad street, don't worry about passers-by not wanting to sway, stand still and ask a few more questions, and colleagues play hard to get.

Master Hu basically didn't expect to find such lucrative business, so he was happy for nothing.

The passing man hesitated for a while, with a cautious look on his round face, he walked back and sat down slowly, approached the fortune-teller Taoist and muttered in a low voice, the Taoist just shook his head and refused to pick up the business.

The man is aware of his own affairs, and he does not even know the privacy of his family's wives and concubines.

During this period of time, many strange things happened at home, the business was not going well, and the goods were in accidents one after another. Passing through the ancient town, he accidentally saw a fortune-telling stand by the roadside, so he walked over to ask for peace of mind.

The middle-aged man took out his purse from his cuff, took out a one-two-weight silver coin, and went to the doctor in a hurry. He felt that he had encountered an expert, and he was reluctant to give the money away to the five ghosts.

Zhang Banxian refused to answer, and said in a low voice: "I can't solve it with a poor Taoist priest, please ask another wise person, or you can go to a famous Taoist temple nearby to try."

If the Lord of the Temple is here, he will never lose his ability to catch ghosts.

He could see the vague ghostly aura on the forehead of the man in front of him, but he didn't want to waste his own virtue to help an irrelevant passer-by who made his own way. Being able to point out the wrong way is already the utmost benevolence.

"Master Daoist, please be merciful and extend your hand to help a group of Ying. To show my sincerity, I will add more money."

Now that he knew that it was the little ghost raised by his ancestors, which caused the house to be restless and businesses to lose money one after another, the man remembered the warnings passed down from his ancestors, and quickly took out all the scattered coppers, silvers, and bank notes in his wallet, and handed them to the rescuer in front of him. straw.

When a nobleman appeared, he gave up his money just to save his life.

Under the sun, Master Hu next door stretched his neck and his eyes were about to glow green.

Fortune-telling is a promising business. If you meet such a willing and wealthy customer, you will have money for the rest of your life.

Zhang Banxian just shook his head, didn't look at the large amount of money, and stretched out his hand to please.

The middle-aged man was so anxious that his forehead was sweating. The guards who watched coldly on the street hurried over, worried that his owner would be fooled by charlatans. Just as he was about to speak, the middle-aged man waved his hand to tell the guards to go away, and he stuffed the money back He fumbled for the money bag, and took out a piece of black iron wrapped in black cloth from his bosom. It was three fingers long and wide, rusty and mottled, and there seemed to be strange incomplete insect and bird characters on it.

Zhang Banxian's eyes were suddenly attracted by the iron plate in the man's hand.

"Sir, for the sake of our ancestors, please accept a little gift!"

When the middle-aged man saw the down-and-out Taoist priest, he really knew the iron piece in his hand. He knew that he had met the right person, so he offered the iron piece and the money bag with both hands, and passed down hundreds of years. scene.

There are five ghosts for success, and five ghosts for defeat. If he doesn't believe it, he has to believe it.

"Let's take a look at this thing first."

Zhang Banxian reached out to take the small iron piece, carefully identified it for a while, then got up and walked around thinking for a long time, and sighed: "Forget it, I will make a move once, try to communicate with 'them', and help Lingzu to end the cause and effect of the past, let's start well and end well .”

This piece of iron is a treasure of hexagrams, and also a golden slip that records inheritance. It records a magical hexagram technique called "Iron Plate God Number".

It was the last time when the aura was upsurge, and it had already ascended to the Upper Realm named "Ying Gai" to stay with the hexagram master. It was calculated that this descendant would face the crisis of cutting off their children and grandchildren, and it was clearly written in it.

There are ancient characters of insects and birds engraved on the iron piece hexagrams, which need to be checked with spiritual consciousness: "Depending on the origin and extinction, it means crossing the catastrophe."

He was reluctant to part with this hexagram technique, so he could only help his senior eliminate the calamity.

Perhaps, this is a new origin, and he vaguely feels that he cannot miss it.

"Chenghui Sanwen Copper Coins will not be owed on credit!"

Zhang Banxian put the iron piece into his cuff, and said in a flat voice.

This hexagram treasure is the price paid by Ying Gai Guashi to eliminate robbery. The trivial matter of catching ghosts is only worth three copper coins.

The middle-aged man hurriedly took out three copper coins and handed them over. He knew that many senior people in the world had eccentricities.

The guard three feet away saw that the down-and-out Taoist priest really only took three copper coins and the antique iron piece, and couldn't help but admire the fortune-telling Taoist priest. No matter how you look at it now, the Taoist priest is no longer like a charlatan. Exuding the demeanor of a tall man.

The master Hu next door watched his colleagues pack up their things, and followed the passers-by to leave with a cloth cover. He was so jealous in his heart that his colleagues were too clever.

The colleague is too ruthless, even more than a hundred taels of banknotes are looked down on, this is going to come to the door to deceive the high-ranking customers into bankruptcy.

He was deeply ashamed that he had been eating ashes on the street for so many years, his luck was bad, and he had never encountered such a good thing. He hurriedly moved his street stall and shackles to the geomantic treasure left by his colleagues.

Zhang Banxian followed the middle-aged man for most of the day, and came to Yanping City. That night, he set up a dharma altar in the backyard of Yingfu, practiced it for half a night, took away five house ghosts who were closely related to Yingfu, and left the next day.

He is not proficient in the art of collecting ghosts, so it is not appropriate to bother the spectator to come all the way for some trivial matters.

He just communicated with the ghosts left behind by Yinggao Guashi in the past according to the method recorded in the iron sheet, and promised to use means to send five incomplete ghosts to the underworld in the future to eliminate Yinggao Guashi's calamity, and "persuade" the five ghosts. The ghost process took a lot of time.

It is really not difficult for the temple master to send a few little ghosts to the underworld.

Leaving Yanping City, Zhang Banxian continued to go north. Every time he came to a town, he would set up a hexagram stall for a month or two. The business was not good or bad. Comprehend hexagrams.

He has a feeling that when he has given this magical hexagram technique to his hands and comprehends the fur, it will be the time for him to break through.

Dependent origin and extinction is also practice.

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(End of this chapter)