Chapter 130

Look at what Constable Zhao said, it was obviously aimed at smashing people's stalls. If it were someone else, it would be really difficult to deal with the "evil man" in front of him.

But the fortune-teller in front of him is different. You must know that a powerful fortune-teller can not only calculate, but also observe words and colors, and his mouth skills will not be bad.

Since he dares to stop people and sell lessons, he naturally has some confidence.

The thin-faced fortune-teller heard Zhao Zhonghe's words, not only was he not panicked, but he carelessly put the broken silver on the table into his sleeve.

"Fortune-teller, don't think that this money is so easy to take. If the calculation is not accurate..."

"If the calculation is not accurate, I will return it ten times."

The big black mole on the fortune-teller's face moved and moved. He picked up the Mengong ruler, which is the feng shui ruler, pointed at the tabletop, and said: "There is such a saying in the world, called 'don't calculate yourself when calculating others, calculate yourself and die without doubt'!"

"Whether my fortune-telling stall will be overturned, whether my clothes will be stripped off, and whether I will fall into the river, that is all calculating myself. But if I really calculate according to what you said, wouldn't it just fulfill this sentence?"

"In the end, this is the rule of the fortune-telling line, and it must be avoided."

The fortune-teller laughed and turned to say: "The guest might as well change to another matter to ask. If it is not accurate, it will not be too late to overturn my stall then."

"Is there such a rule?" Zhao Zhonghe turned to look at Zhao Yuan beside him.

The latter pondered for a moment and nodded: "I heard people say that you don't calculate yourself when calculating others, and physicians don't treat themselves. I think there is such a rule."

Zhao Zhonghe rubbed his sighing stubble and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Then calculate for me, will my child be better than me, his father, in the future?"

The fortune-teller was stunned when he heard this. If according to the riddle he played when he stopped people before, the other party should ask him to solve the riddle at this time, or at least calculate his own lifespan.

How could he ignore his own safety and turn to ask about his child's future?

How big must this heart be to not even care about his own life and death?

"Divination is no more than three. I only calculate one lesson for each person. Has the constable thought about it?"

Zhao Zhonghe glared and said: "If I tell you to calculate, you calculate. Why are you like a woman, talking so much nonsense?"

"Good, good, good!" The fortune-teller was angry and laughed. He looked at Zhao Zhonghe up and down. His expression of laughing but not smiling seemed to be a judge in the Yama Hall holding the book of life and death, about to draw a red cross for the rough man in front of him.

Xu Qing watched the fortune-teller pinch his fingers to calculate silently. This person is also strange. He didn't want the birth date or name to calculate for Zhao Zhonghe's child. He just stared at Zhao Zhonghe while pretending to pinch his fingers.

Xu Qing turned on the Qi-gazing technique. There was nothing unusual about the fortune-teller, and he was not good at opening his Yin pupils to watch.

Although the Yin pupil is much more powerful than the Qi-gazing technique, that thing is not as hidden as the Qi-gazing technique.

A perfectly good person, a pair of eyes suddenly turned a color darker than ink, let alone the fortune-teller in front of him, even Zhao Zhonghe and his nephew would probably treat him as a demon.

At this time, the fortune-teller's pinching fingers suddenly paused and asked: "Does the constable want to hear the good or the bad?"

"What does this mean? I calculate the fortune, naturally I want to hear both the good and the bad. How can there be a reason to calculate only half?"

The fortune-teller smiled: "I know the constable is hot-blooded and brave, and it is very easy to get angry. If I say something unpleasant and make the constable vent his anger on me, wouldn't I be wronged?"

"You just talk. As long as the calculation is accurate, no matter good or bad, even if it is the most unpleasant words, I will not vent on you."

The fortune-teller picked up the Mengong ruler and drew a circle on the table, saying: "Your son was born in the silkworm month. His character is stubborn and upright. He will definitely inherit his father's business in the future, and his fame will be quite great. It is not an exaggeration to say that he will leave his name in history."

"A child the size of a fart, and still leaving his name in history. I think you are just picking good things to say, and it's not accurate at all!" Although Zhao Zhonghe didn't believe it in his mouth, his face had already smiled like a flower.

"My child! Don't hit my child!"

Hearing this, Zhao Zhonghe stood up suddenly.

"What does it mean not to be seen, not to be worn? You open your words and talk, don't play these riddles for me!"

Xu Qing beside him suddenly said: "This fortune-teller said that your child died young. The time he lived is like a silkworm. Even if he earns a great reputation in the future, he will not be able to see it while he is alive."

"..."

At this time, Zhao Zhonghe was like a firecracker whose fuse was about to burn to the end, and the sparks in his eyes were coming out.

"Is that what you mean?"

The fortune-teller said helplessly: "Constable, don't forget the promise you made before. No matter whether the result is good or bad, you are not allowed to vent on me."

"Go to your grandmother! You old thief bird who sprays dung, old pig dog who talks nonsense, what kind of fart are you releasing! If I don't vent on you today, do I have to go back and be angry myself!"

Zhao Zhonghe made a move to grab the fortune-teller's collar, but unexpectedly, the other party dodged it.

The fortune-teller took the Mengong ruler and scolded back: "You ignorant fool, I told you the truth, and you are not happy! Since that's the case, I won't tell you the method of breaking it, and let's see who cries and who laughs then!"

"Method of breaking?"

Zhao Zhonghe sneered: "So you were waiting for me here. Could it be that you need me to add some more silver before you are willing to tell this method of breaking?"

The fortune-teller also sneered back: "I have traveled for many years and told fortunes for people. I have always calculated only once, and I have only collected the tuition fee once. The constable has met many treacherous people, so do you think others are also so treacherous?"

Zhao Yuan saw this and pulled Zhao Zhonghe back at the right time: "Uncle, since the fortune-teller says the price is not two, why not listen to how he answers first."

Xu Qing, who was eating melons and watching the fun, said: "This is not bad. If he doesn't answer to the constable's satisfaction later, it won't be too late for the constable to overturn his stall, strip off his clothes, and throw him into the river."

"..."

The fortune-teller looked at Xu Qing when he heard this, and his eyes seemed unfriendly.

"Silkworms die when the silk is exhausted. If you want to remedy it, you must go the opposite way..."

Zhao Zhonghe listened to the clouds and fog. Xu Qing beside him thought thoughtfully: "This fortune-teller might be asking the constable's child to change his profession and not do the job of a constable in the future."

"Is what he said right?"

Zhao Yuan asked the fortune-teller. The latter had a smile on his lips and did not answer.

Zhao Zhonghe still had doubts, so he asked: "Who can be sure about things ten or twenty years later? How do I know if you are cheating me?"

The fortune-teller smiled and said: "It's just a fortune-telling. The constable just took his salary today. Do you still care about this little expense of fortune-telling?"

Zhao Zhonghe was shocked when he heard this, and the look in his eyes when he looked at the fortune-teller changed instantly.

He was going to hold a funeral for Shi Quan today, but he didn't have much silver in his hand, and he didn't want to waste time going home to withdraw it, so he asked the household department to advance this month's salary. Except for the head of the household department, no one else knew about this.

It's really evil, Zhao Zhonghe was suspicious and uncertain in his heart.

At the fortune-telling stall, the fortune-teller continued to shake the bell.

Zhao Yuan saw that his uncle's expression was different, and he became interested in this fortune-teller. He stepped forward, sat on the horse stool, and said with some expectation: "Sir, please calculate for me too..."

Zhao Yuan has always had an obsession with reading and taking the imperial examination. He also asked about this this time.

It's a pity that after the fortune-teller finished calculating, he just shook his head.

"Is there really no chance?" Zhao Yuan still held a glimmer of hope.

At this time, a yellow dog happened to pass by the bridgehead, and the fortune-teller pointed at the dog and said: "There is a chance, but you have to line up behind it."

"..."

Here, Zhao Yuan left the horse stool lifelessly. The next moment, Xu Qing sat down.

"How much does it cost to occupy a lesson?"

"The guest looks at it and gives it, I look at it and calculate it!"

Seeing Xu Qing sit down, the fortune-teller's attitude was obviously different from others.

Okay! It seems that this fortune-teller is quite small-minded!

Xu Qing didn't see it as an outsider. He took out a copper coin and pushed it to the fortune-teller, smiling: "I want to ask the gentleman, who is buried in the Yinhe Ancient Road?"

Earlier, when he went to the Ghost King's Tomb, Xu Qing had seen many skeletons with cow heads and human bodies on the Yinhe Ancient Road, skeletons with horse heads and human bodies half-covered and half-buried, and many unknown strange fish skeletons scattered everywhere.

Except for the strange structure, those skeletons had nothing special, but Xu Qing saw something unusual from these corpses.

The Yinhe Ancient Road seems to be a burial ground, and those cow-headed and horse-faced creatures are funerary objects, but after the evolution of time, they were exposed from the ground to the outside.

Hearing Xu Qing's question, the fortune-teller was silent for a long time and said: "The guest might as well change the question."

Xu Qing raised his eyebrows and reached out to take out another piece of broken silver.

"I only have this one question! Didn't the gentleman say that he knows the past and the present without knowing nothing? How can he not even know these?"

The thin-faced fortune-teller's face turned black. He picked up the Mengong ruler and pushed the copper coins and broken silver in front of him back to Xu Qing.

"This matter violates the Heavenly Dao, forgive me for not being able to tell you."

Xu Qing saw this and was happy in his heart, and asked back: "What do you mean by this? The gentleman said that this matter violates the Heavenly Dao. Haven't you heard that life and death have destiny, and calculating life and death also violates the harmony of heaven?"

"What do you mean by this?" The fortune-teller frowned.

Xu Qing said unhurriedly: "There are specialties in the art industry. In the way of divination, I am not as good as you, but I also know a little bit. It is said that calculating life harms death, and calculating death harms life."

"If I'm not wrong, the gentleman once divined a person in the past. That person's name was Shi Quan. He didn't believe the life and death omen given by the gentleman, so he insisted on going out on a boat to work..."

Xu Qing changed the subject and reminded: "The gentleman might as well calculate what kind of person is lying in this coffin."

The fortune-teller pinched his fingers to calculate, his brows frowned tighter and tighter. Finally, he said: "This person's life and death are all up to himself, what does it have to do with me?"

Xu Qing smiled: "The gentleman just said that you don't calculate yourself when calculating others. You don't know that you are also a part of the life theory. At that time, if Shi Quan hadn't listened to the gentleman's words and got angry with himself, maybe he would have listened to others' advice and stayed in the government office..."

"Of course, this matter has nothing to do with the gentleman, it just happened to fulfill the proverb. As for whether it violates the harmony of heaven, and whether it harms life and death, it all depends on the gentleman's own handling."

The fortune-teller's expression changed, and finally he laughed dumbly: "So that's it, no wonder you want to make things difficult for me, it turns out that an enemy has come."

"Forget it, I will break the rule once, you ask!"

Xu Qing smiled slightly and continued the previous question: "Who is buried in the Yinhe Ancient Road?"

The fortune-teller shook his head: "The Yinhe Ancient Road is not buried with a certain person."

"Then what is it?"

"The road to heaven is broken, and it is buried with countless practitioners who seek immortals and ask for the Dao."

"The road to heaven is broken?" Xu Qing heard this for the first time. He frowned and said: "What does this have to do with the buried practitioners?"

The fortune-teller was silent for a moment, reached out and dialed the silver and copper coins he had pushed away before.

"The ground road is not broken. Walking the underworld might lead to the road to heaven. The Yinhe Ancient Road is buried with the pioneers who opened the road."

Xu Qing widened his eyes. Isn't this just building a ladder and climbing over the wall?

"Why is the road to heaven broken?" Xu Qing couldn't help but ask.

Hearing this, the fortune-teller stood up decisively and began to pack up the stall.

"Divination is no more than three. I only calculate once for each person. I have already answered what you want to ask. The guest should not ask again."

After saying that, the fortune-teller didn't say a word, as if the number of fortune-telling times for today had been used up.

"What did Shopkeeper Xu ask? Is his calculation accurate?"

On the carriage, Zhao Yuan asked curiously.

Xu Qing shook his head, still thinking about the fortune-teller's words in his heart.

If the Yinhe Ancient Road is a passage into the underworld, then isn't the Hu Yang clan of Hu Baosong's ancestors the pioneers who wanted to open the road to heaven?

The road to heaven in the world is broken, and only by walking the underworld can one ascend to immortality and obtain the Dao...

Xu Qing thought of his own Sutra of Saving People, and thought of the white light spots floating on the infants in the Temple of Sending Children.

If there is really an underworld, why can't the world see the soul-searching ghost messengers?

Thinking of this, Xu Qing suddenly froze.

He thought of the strange skeletons scattered on the Yinhe Ancient Road.

Could these ghost messengers and yakshas have been killed by practitioners in the world?

What happened a thousand years ago...

Here Xu Qing was thinking about things all the way, and there, not far from Tanggu Bridge, the fortune-teller who had just closed the stall and left was also thinking about things.

The young man he met today was really strange. The fortune-teller thought about it left and right, but he couldn't feel comfortable, and his heart was like a cat scratching.

People in the Surprise Gate have this problem. The more they encounter things they don't know and things they are curious about, the more they want to know.

"Playing god and playing ghost, let me calculate what kind of sacred person you are."

The fortune-teller pinched his fingers to calculate, and immediately felt something was wrong.

Constable leader, rough but detailed, brave and strong...

How can this be calculated on the constable who is full of dirty words?

The fortune-teller wiped his hands on his gown. It must be that he had just stained his hands with sweat and it was not very effective. Let him pinch his fingers and calculate again.

Widow, thirty-nine years old and two months, half-old Xu Niang...

Wrong, wrong, the fortune-teller changed his hand this time and continued to calculate.

A yellow-skinned person named Zhao Yuan who practiced in Xijing Mountain, and is also a constable who has participated in the child examination for five consecutive years and failed?

How is this getting more and more chaotic?

The fortune-teller's brows frowned tighter and tighter.

There is a jargon in the Surprise Gate called "don't ask more than three". This statement is also described in the Meng Gua, that is, "It is not that I seek the child, the child seeks me; the first divination tells, the second and third are blasphemous, and if it is blasphemous, it will not be told."

For the same thing, the fortune-teller has already occupied it three times. If he divines again, it will be light to make heaven unhappy, and heavy to bring down heavenly punishment.

The fortune-teller knows this, but he just doesn't believe in evil!

Since coming down the mountain, he has never encountered anything he couldn't calculate clearly.

"I must see what kind of monster you are today!"

The fortune-teller took out the copper coin Xu Qing gave him, and then took two extra copper coins and buckled them into the tortoise shell.

His eyes, lips, and mouth were tightly closed, the fortune-teller's face was tight, and his hands kept shaking the tortoise shell and copper coins.

When he felt that the secrets of heaven had a response, the fortune-teller suddenly opened his eyes and threw out the copper coins in the tortoise shell.

The three copper coins rolled to the ground. When the copper coins fell steadily, the fortune-teller's face changed drastically.

Ah! Not good!

The three copper coins all stood up, which is not a good sign!

Sure enough, the next moment the cloudless weather suddenly rolled with dark clouds. The fortune-teller couldn't care about packing things. He threw his fortune-telling robe on the tree next to him, and took off the big black mole on his face and threw it down.

The fortune-teller rubbed his hands on his face, and the whole person changed his appearance.

After doing this, he ran away. Not long after, a thunderbolt exploded behind him, and the old elm tree that had grown for nearly a hundred years was already torn apart, and thunder fire and green smoke rose.

(End of chapter)