human suffering

Chapter 1533

The provincial capital, Xiong's house.

Xiong Chumo hasn't had a good night's sleep since his granddaughter Xiong Haizi came back.

Because of the secret divination technique he was famous for, something went wrong suddenly.

This made Xiong Chumo, who was already buried in the loess, very uncomfortable.

I have learned art from a teacher since I was a child, and my Taoism is orthodox.

In the end, divination and fortune-telling are chosen as the basis for one's life.

Moreover, the original firewood-cutting ballad is the best of all schools of thought.

Weddings and funerals, naming events, opening ceremonies, divination of the future, everything goes against the odds.

Ever since her granddaughter discovered that Tianhu was alive, she immediately wanted to calculate good and bad luck.

After all, the return of Tianhu, and the walking of such a level of big monsters in the world must herald the great changes in the world.

However, after many calculations, they are all ambiguous, good or bad.

This made the old man Xiong Chumo into trouble.

If my unique skill fails, it will be troublesome.

Xiong Haizi looked at his helpless grandfather and wanted to help.

But what can my two brushes do for me?
After Grandpa's 450th failure, Xiong Haizi stood up.

"Grandpa, why don't we start from the source.

I participated in the auction of the head fish that day, and I woke up in the morning, saying that my opportunity had come.

Then I saw Tianhu appearing on Taiqinggou.

I think it's better to start from here.

There is a classmate in the local area, I asked him to inquire about it? "

When Xiong Chumo was told by his granddaughter, he immediately became unhappy.

Our family eats this bowl of rice, isn't that ruining our own brand?
What should I do in the future?

After so many years in the rivers and lakes, how many colleagues have been trampled under his feet.

My own success has become a thorn in the side of many colleagues.

Yes, over the years, he has accumulated a part of his family business and also made a name for himself.

However, if you can't keep your reputation, you can't keep your family business either.

The day the signboard collapsed was the day the family was destroyed.

I counted my life for others, and it was my own turn to lose the chain.

I regret that I was attracted by the world of mortals and went down the mountain to start a business and enjoy the glory and wealth.

If you are still in the teacher's school, you will not have these troubles.

By the way, Shimen.

These years, I have paid a lot of money to the teacher.

I have something to do, the teacher has to take care of himself.

"Hai Zi, I know what's going on, so don't meddle in it.

Grandpa, I also had a master's inheritance back then.

With so much money, there is always something to do. "

With that said, Xiong Chumo took out a piece of yellow paper from the drawer.

Neatly and carefully wrote down his own problems.

At the same time, he raised his own doubts.

Is it because the patriarch did not reward this bowl of rice?

Or did you run out of money on your own errands?
Xiong Haizi saw it freshly. Is this a sound transmission for thousands of miles?

In addition to telling fortunes to others in recent years, grandpa has never revealed Taoist magic.

A piece of yellow paper can send a message thousands of miles, what is the principle?

It's like quantum entanglement.

It turns out that a piece of yellow paper certainly cannot.

After Xiong Chumo finished writing on the yellow paper, he folded it more carefully into the shape of a paper crane.

He raised it high above his head and bowed reverently.

Then he made a sudden move and threw it into the sky.

Xiong Haizi was stunned.

Is it so amazing?
Can the paper crane fly away?
What is the driving force?

Just look at the paper crane, after being thrown up, reaching the highest point.

Not as expected, he flapped his wings and flew away.

Instead, a perfect parabola was drawn.

Paji, fell to the ground.

Xiong Haizi was even more shocked.

Did grandpa fail in casting such a formal spell?

Seeing Xiong Chumo's ugly face, please give me a few words of comfort.

"Grandpa, does it have a success rate, why don't you try again?"

Xiong Chumo looked at the paper crane on the ground, picked up the cigarette from the table melancholy, lit it up and took a puff.

It seems to be meditating, and it seems to be remembering.

Is there a link missing?

Why, failed?

Could it be that I remembered wrongly?

Or is it that the teacher doesn't accept it?
Do you want to be so unfeeling?

I spent a lot of money on myself.

The road leading to Yunyun Temple was built by myself.

Until the cigarette butt was hot, Xiong Chumo woke up suddenly.

Feeling the lighter in his hand, he suddenly realized.

Squatting on the ground, picked up the paper crane, and lit it with a lighter.

Watching the paper cranes burn to ashes in the ashtray.

That's all I've done, I laughed.

"Fuck, I almost forgot, it needs to be burned.

Hey, I haven't used it for too long, it's rusty. "

Xiong Haizi really wanted to complain about Grandpa, but she didn't dare, and felt uncomfortable.

"Grandpa, is this all right?"

Xiong Chumo lay on the Luohan bed, stretched himself, quite confident.

"Of course, this is an orthodox Daoist spell.

Today can be regarded as opening your eyes.

Don't think that grandpa always said that he learned art from a young age, and that he was a fool when he was taught by a famous family.

My apprenticeship is really from Yunyun Temple in Beijing.

Later, due to natural disasters, Guanli really couldn't get rid of it.

I voluntarily went down the mountain to repay my teacher's kindness and make a living by myself. "

Isn't it a necessary publicity measure in order to ask for a high price?

Isn't it because it is so edible that it almost turns the Taoist temple into a yellow?
Xiong Haizi was afraid of being beaten, so he didn't dare to expose it.

But looking at grandpa in his 80s.

Holding a weight of more than 300 kilograms, I couldn't help but be speechless.

"Grandpa, how long will it take to get a reply?"

Xiong Chumo counted with his hands for a long time, and muttered.

"Our distance from the Beijing Expressway is more than 900 kilometers.

In terms of straight-line distance, it would take six to seven hundred kilometers.

According to the flying speed of the paper crane.

Distance divided by speed should be .
If it is slow, it will be a year or two, and if it is fast, there will be a reply in half a year. "

Xiong Haizi immediately exploded, I'm just kidding.

"Grandpa, if you had spoken so slowly earlier.

I'll drive there and I'll be back tomorrow.

As for being so strenuous?
Planted every six months, are you kidding me? "

Xiong Chumo didn't care, and said unhurriedly.

"Hai Zi, take it easy.

Daoist sects have their own rules, and they should not be contaminated with worldly impetuosity.

Slow things down, don't you understand?
When you get to my age, you'll understand.

One step early, one step late, or two steps late will not affect your reaching the finish line.

As long as you are heading in the right direction, you are not going astray.

This is the life experience that my grandfather and I have summed up over the past few decades.

You take notes, enough for your life. "

Xiong Haizi really wanted to take out his pen, and stabbed at Grandpa rebelliously.

Just found out that Tianhu is alive, who is it that burns his eyebrows?
Now let's make things easier and smoother, what's wrong with it?
Just about to turn around and leave the house, I ignored the old man.

The ringtone of the phone came to mind.

Xiong Haizi looked at the phone, it wasn't his own.

Xiong Chumo over there answered the phone.

"Master, why did you call me?

Have you received my voice transmission amulet?
How about it, after so many years as an apprentice, Taoist spells have not been abandoned.

Are you feeling relieved? "

The loudspeaker of the old machine is stereo.

"What the hell is the sound transmission?
The aura of heaven and earth is exhausted, and the aura network is blocked and there is no channel.

The Internet is gone, why are you still talking about that kid?
If you have something to call, can you die? "

Xiong Chumo's embarrassing cancer, chemotherapy is useless, directly advanced.

(End of this chapter)