Monks

Long Erfu sat down again, picked up the teapot, poured tea for Zhang Ai, and then poured tea for himself while talking: "Since sir, you don't blame me for your abrupt words, if it's convenient for you, can you say something or two to clear up your doubts?" ?”

He is a physiognomy teacher, and all he has learned in his life is here. Judging from what he has learned in the past and decades of experience, Zhang Fear should be a dead person.So when passing by the inn, I just glanced at it unintentionally, and found something strange.When he saw Zhang Fear, it was like seeing a dead body walking, of course he was full of surprise, and naturally he wanted to understand.

Speaking of it, Long Er is definitely a strange person, he was able to speak to others not long after he was born, and later he learned the art of physiognomy through various karmic encounters, and since then, whenever he speaks, there is nothing wrong with it.Therefore, he is particularly confident in his physiognomy, and it is precisely because of this confidence that he is confused by the existence of Zhang Fear.

Hearing Long Er's question, Zhang was afraid that he would not answer right away, so he thought about it and asked: "You are a fortune teller, can you believe in ghosts and gods? Do you believe in supernatural powers?" Long Er smiled and said, "I am a fortune teller, so naturally I have to believe it." The theory of ghosts and supernatural powers, but there are always rules in the world. As the book says, people have six realms, and they are divided into three realms. Whether ghosts or gods, they always have their own world, which has nothing to do with us; even I, It's just a matter of luck, never mentioning ghosts and gods, I don't know what you mean when you ask this?"

Zhang Ai shook his head, and after listening to his words, he knew that this guy didn't really believe in ghosts and gods in his heart, but because he had the ability to calculate with magic, he couldn't explain it himself, so he believed in ghosts and gods.

Come.What Zhang feared was.If Long Er believed in ghosts and gods, he would share with him about the resurrection of the dead, but since he didn't believe it, it was useless to say it, so he immediately replied: "I have something to ask Mr. Long, but it's too mysterious, I'm afraid Mr. won't believe it." , so this question will be asked.”

Long Er became interested, and said softly: "Sir, just talk about it, but Long Er will gain something. He will know everything."

Long Er wanted to understand the reason why Zhang was afraid of dying, and wanted to exchange this question.Of course Zhang Afraid understood this, so he said with a smile: "I have five close relatives who are not in this world. I would like to ask Mr. when I can see them again."

The question was very vague, Long Er heard it, so Zhang was afraid that five relatives would die, and he missed them very much, and asked himself how long the time of death would last.Although this questioning method is a bit weird, but thinking about it, it is nothing more than that.Therefore, Long Er replied with a wry smile: "According to reason, it depends on Mr.'s face. In fact, you should be together, but I don't know why Mr. has not passed through that world. This question is quite difficult, Mr. No matter how you answer it, how about this, Mr. Please Throw this, and then ask the gentleman to open the palm prints, and at the same time take a pulse, and then ask the gentleman to write a word."

Long Er is a master of arithmetic, so of course he doesn't just look at his face.As he spoke, he took out two polished and shiny copper coins and put them on the table, and went out to greet Xiao Er to prepare paper and pens, and then he just stood up and refused to sit down.

Hearing Long Er's request, Zhang Ai smiled and picked up two copper coins.He weighed it lightly twice, then threw it high.Only two thumps were heard, and the copper coins fell on the table.

Seeing the copper coins fall, Long Er was very surprised, and said in a muffled voice, "How could this happen?"

The table where they drank tea was a simple wooden table. This inn is not a luxurious place, and this room is just an ordinary house, so the utensils in the house are not very particular. The table is just the most common square wood made of wide planks. table.Due to the age of use, the table is a little loose, and the wooden boards on the table top have cracks.Long Er's copper coins have been rubbed very smooth due to long-term hands, a little thinner than normal copper coins, and much smoother.

Ordinary people throw copper coins for fortune-telling. Most of them gently hold two copper coins, close their hands to the table, and let the copper coins fall freely.Afraid of being different, Zhang first threw it slightly into the air, and then when he fell again, he added some strength.The two copper coins fell from a high place, and by coincidence, they were all stuck in the cracks of the table, and they all stopped standing upright.

When this happens, it doesn't matter to ordinary people, but Long Er is a physicist, and he can think of many things. At this time, he stared at the copper coin for a long time, and just wanted to speak.There was a knock on the door outside the house, and a clerk shouted: "Guest officer, the pen and paper are here."

Long Er went to open the door, took the pen and paper, put it on the table, but didn't speak.

Seeing his behavior like this, Zhang Afraid asked, "Sir, are you looking at the palm prints now? Or for a while?"

At this moment, Long Er has been staring at the two copper coins, and the two coins standing upright are beyond all previous cognition. This kind of hexagram has never been mentioned in the hexagram book, and he has never seen it before. Ordinarily, it should be re-rolled again, but it is a little bit of a look, not to mention that it is not in the hexagram book, and I have never seen it, which does not mean that this kind of thing cannot happen.

Long Er looked at it for a long time, then suddenly sighed: "The two copper coins stand upright together, which shows that Mr. is not an ordinary person. This hexagram looks like there is no one in ten thousand, and Mr. must be one in ten thousand. In this way, I will give you a chance It is a bit abrupt to judge that Mr. is entangled with death by the method of physiognomy, but in this hexagram, the flat money is erected, indicating that the husband has undergone great changes, which should be in danger of death, but the bones are very strong, which means that Mr. is entangled with death. The reason why I can live very well." Speaking of this, he took another look at Zhang Ai, and then said: "In the hexagram, the two coins are next to each other, and what you want is to reunite with five relatives. There should be no problem. We will meet, but it doesn't sound very nice to say."

Having said that, stop talking.After Long Er, Zhang Ao's relatives have already died, and the hexagrams show that they are neighbors and depend on each other. Does it mean that Zhang Ao will die soon?No matter how courageous Long Er is, he can't be so abrupt.

Hearing Long Er say that reunion with relatives is not very pleasant, Zhang Ai thought about it for a while and said with a smile: "Mr. Cheng's auspicious words."

Long Er was stunned when he heard that, is this person insane or something?How can it be said to be auspicious?Could it be that you didn't understand the meaning of what you said?He wanted to explain at the moment, but he looked at that face, then at the copper coin, and sighed, "Sir, please spread your palms."

This is palmistry, Zhang Ai smiled and spread out his hands, Long Er only went up to have a look, then was stunned again.

The body that Zhang Ai borrowed had not been dead for too long, and the palm prints and body skin were intact.But it was because it was so complete that Zhang feared that after borrowing this body, it still remained unchanged, which seemed a little weird.

Such a body, in the eyes of ordinary people, is no problem, it will appear completely based on the palm lines, and make some relevant comments.But Long Er is not an ordinary person, with just one glance, he can tell that the hands are wrong.

Although Zhang was afraid to borrow this body, he rejected it from the bottom of his heart and didn't like it very much, so he simply controlled the body with his soul, and didn't want to treat it like his own body at all.That is to say, Zhang Ai was not fully fused with this body. In this way, when Long Er saw the flaw, his hands were completely lifeless, just like Zhang Ai's whole body, entwined with lifeless energy.If you look at the hands alone, they are the hands of two dead people.So Long Er would be stunned.

Seeing such hands, Long Er was not interested in looking at the palm prints, he just sighed and said: "These hands are already dead, and the master's face is full of death, sorry for my incompetence, I really don't understand how the master survived until now. "

Hearing this, Zhang Ai secretly thought in his heart that there was something wrong with this person, so he immediately asked, "How long will it take me to see my five relatives just based on the palm prints?"

Long Er smiled wryly and said: "I don't want to say it, but Mister asked again and again, please forgive my nonsense, it's because Mister always has this idea, always wants to see them, that's why I'm obsessed with death, from the bottom of my heart, Mister is already dead, In fact, there is no need to worry, there is a reason for life, just live well, no matter how long you live, you will never escape death, at that time, sir will naturally be able to meet the person you want to see, it is a bit too anxious at this time."

Long Er thought and thought, this is the only reason that can explain Zhang Ai's current state, so he said it.

After hearing this, Zhang Ai asked, "Don't you want to read the palm prints?" Long Er didn't reply right away, but stretched out his hand towards Zhang Ai's wrist, wanting to know his physical condition through the pulse signal, but only when he touched Zhang Ai's skin, Long Er stopped abruptly. With his hands back, his complexion turned pale, and he asked in a cold voice, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

Zhang Fear said: "Sir, don't you believe in ghosts and gods?" Long Er said: "Why don't I believe in ghosts and gods? Just now, I didn't say I don't believe in ghosts and gods. What I said just now is that ghosts and gods have their own worlds, and they don't come to the human world. It's not that I don't believe it."

Zhang Fear smiled and didn't speak, Long Er asked: "Are you a human or a ghost?" Feeling for the pulse, Zhang Fear is a dead person's body, the skin on his wrist is cold, no pulse, with a pair of dead hands, he is clearly a dead person.

Zhang was afraid that he didn't answer this question, because he couldn't answer it. Could it be that he was neither a human nor a ghost?Then he changed the subject and asked, "Do you still want to write a word for Mr.?"

When Long Er heard this, he shook his head first. At this point, he decided that Zhang Fear was a dead man, but he was still able to talk and walk without knowing what. It was clearly the return of a ghost in the legend, and he felt a little scared.But after shaking his head, he felt something was wrong, so he nodded immediately and said, "Write one."

Zhang was afraid to say yes, spread out the paper, and wrote each word lightly with the pen.This was his last name, the first word that came to mind in an instant.

Seeing the black characters slowly appearing on the white paper, Long Er sighed and said, "You must be a dead person, tell me, how can you talk, do things, walk and eat?" All are afraid.

He should be afraid, seeing dead people talking and writing in front of him, how could he not be afraid?There is only one thing, Zhang was afraid that he might not know how he saw it, so he asked curiously: "How do you say this word?"

Long Er wryly smiled and said: "First of all, let's talk about the pen. My wrist is stiff and my fingers are stiff, but this character is written very elegantly. It shows that you are very familiar with this character. No matter how much your body is hurt, you can write it well."

Zhang shook his head in fear, what kind of reasoning is this? (to be continued..)

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