My years as a fortune teller

In fact, if the old man Guan didn't say it like this, but said that this person was dead from the beginning, I wouldn't say anything more. The problem is his uncertain answer and the mentality of rushing to drive me away. I feel that standing in front of me is the legendary "Chou Tiezui".

Why do I have to find this "Chou Tiezui", I have said it many times before.I mainly want to know about Mr. Meng's sect. Only by knowing his sect can I know what kind of spells he knows.Especially those people who died in his yard, for what?Is it also for a kind of exercise, using a lost secret technique?If I don't know these things, I can't even find the place to find fault.

Old man Guan spent the night with me in desperation, and later used his words.It's fine that I have a thick skin, and I can talk very well. Obviously, people don't want to talk to me, and they still have to talk about it.

I can only smile when I hear this, because I'm not so sloppy, how can I hear some shit.But it also depends on what kind of person it is for. Similar to old man Guan, my trick failed.

This old guy couldn't stand my harassment, so he secretly stuffed cotton in his ears, and then sat there pretending to meditate, but in fact he was sitting there and sleeping.I can also sleep this way, but if I sleep too deeply, I will still fall down. In this regard, I have been beaten by Master many times in the past.

So the next morning, although I admired his sleeping skills, I was also very angry that he stuffed cotton in his ears.If I hadn’t said it earlier, it would have been over, I had to fortify the cotton, I don’t know how many “vitamins” I wasted by babbling at night?

In the morning, I washed my face with a broken washbasin in anger, and then followed the old man to have some breakfast. The old man brought a tricycle.I knew that this was to sell these waste products, so I had no choice but to help him.

These scraps don't look like much, but not to mention filling up the entire tricycle, and the pile is particularly high, which is as high as two of me.These are the waste products collected by the old people. It is conceivable how wasteful people are nowadays.

After loading the tricycle, the old man wanted to push the tricycle away. I ran over and snatched it, and said with a smile: "Your old man should sit next to you, and you can just push me when the road is steep. The matter of riding a bicycle is still handed over." Do it for me."

After the old man looked me up and down, he said to me: "Can you ride it? This is a tricycle, and people who haven't practiced can't ride it. Besides, look at your clothes, such high-end clothes, you can ride it again." You drive a scrap car. If others see it, what will they say about you!"

I patted the cushion a few times and said, "I have ridden this tricycle when I was young. It has been a little longer now, but it should be fine. As for what others say, I have no way to stop it."

As he spoke, he sat in the car, and turned around and shouted: "Let's go!" As soon as he put his foot on the tricycle, he drove forward.The old man yelled from behind, trotted a few steps and jumped to sit on the flat panel of the car pocket.

Under the guidance of the old man, we came to the waste station.Such a cart of scraps was actually only sold for a little over 200.But the old man cherished this little money very much, took out a very old handkerchief, opened it and put the wallet in it.There is still some money in it, but it can be seen that it is not a lot.It's just that I don't have the money I gave yesterday, which makes me a little strange.

After selling the waste products, the old man looked at me who was sweating profusely, and handed me the big teacup in the bag.I took it and gulped three gulps, a lot of tea flowed down the corner of my mouth onto my clothes.I didn't care about it at all, and even wiped my mouth with my sleeve after drinking the water.

The old man looked at me and said with a smile: "The image of your kid doesn't look like a city person at all, but looks like a person from the countryside. You don't pay attention to anything and cherish it."

I smiled and looked at the old man and said: "Although I was born in the city, I did everything when I was poor, and I ran around when I grew up. I will tell you the truth, old man. Zeng Jin, I rode a car like this. I went to pull shit for someone. Although it was hard, I did learn a lot.”

The old man nodded, looked at me and said: "You are really thick-skinned, so I am ashamed to say these things. Ordinary people dare not say what they say, for fear of losing their face. This is the first time I have seen someone revealing himself. Scarred."

I looked at the old man with a smile and said, "What's the point? It's so boring if you don't experience something in your life. Although real life may not be full of suffering, but if you haven't experienced suffering, will your life be perfect?"

The old man said with a smile: "It seems that you have seen a lot of things, so let me ask you. What do you think about life and death, and tell me some profound insights for me, old man."

"Pull it down!" I said to the old man, "If I were at this age, I would be able to see through life and death completely. Or if I had a higher understanding, I would have become a master-level person. In my opinion, if a person If you can’t experience something, just talk about enlightenment. This is pure fart. Let’s take the simplest example, for example, we go to butcher a pig. You have never killed a pig, but you just watched how others butchered a pig, and then you are big here. Talking about it. But once you get the knife and see the pig lying there, the calf is starting to twist, can you still kill the pig?"

"Pfft..." The old man happened to take a sip of tea, and spit it out when he heard my words.Then he smiled and said: "This metaphor is good. Although it sounds rough, the truth is correct, and it is indeed the case now. Alright boy, although you quarreled with me last night, but help me this morning After doing so much work, Grandpa Guan treats you to something delicious."

I grabbed him and said, "Grandpa Guan, it doesn't matter to me whether I eat delicious food or not. The important thing is that I'm here to find Qiu Tiezui. Even if he is no longer alive, I hope to pay homage to him." Go to some troubles."

The old man laughed and said: "Let's go, I will definitely solve your troubles. Otherwise, my ears will not be quiet. I will take you there after dinner. We can't go hungry anyway." Bar."

I nodded and followed the old man to eat some food.Originally, he was going to pay, but in the end I was the first to pay.I still remember the action of the old man wrapping money in a handkerchief just now, and his money was not easy to come by.

After dinner, the old man led me for a walk, and then bought a lot of paper money and ingots in a small shop selling funeral supplies, and then bought some sacrifices.Seeing these things the old man bought, my heart was completely cold.

It seems that the old man did not lie to me, this "Chou Tiezui" is indeed dead.If it was Mr. Guan himself, there was no need to buy these things.It is impossible for a living person to sacrifice himself!

On the way to the grave of the old man, I passed a small village that was not very big.The old man went to several houses and distributed all the money he had to the people inside in front of my face.But he just didn't touch my money, which made me even more strange.

After the old man finished all this, he took me to the back hillside.I gently asked: "Grandpa Guan, those families are all poor! Why don't you distribute the money I gave you to those people inside?"

The old man smiled and said to me: "These families are very difficult. They are either childless or desolate; or they are physically disabled and cannot work in the fields. Two of the families have children, so I I will send some money every few months. As for your money, there is another use for it. I won’t tell you now, but you will know later.”

This old man is actually playing this trick. If it was normal, I would definitely play around.But now I'm not in the mood at all. What the old man just did makes me feel ashamed.He only earns how much money he makes a month, and a lot of his income comes from picking up rubbish and waste products.Unexpectedly, the money is not willing to give up, but also to help the poor here.I don't think I can do this yet, but the old man can do it.I have to admire the kindness of the old man...