Shamanism kills the god

March [-]th, the vernal equinox festival. .

For the majority of people, this day means the arrival of busy farming, sowing seeds of hope, and looking forward to a good harvest after autumn.For tens of thousands of scholars and literati, this day is the most important turning point in their lives.According to the regulations of the Tongtian Dynasty, this day is the time for all literati and scholars to conduct the primary assessment, that is, the courtyard examination.

The courtyard examination, also known as the Tongsheng Examination among the people, is the first hurdle for literati.If you pass the exam, you can be called a scholar, and you are eligible to go to the school of the local county government to study in order to prepare for the next stage of the township examination.If you fail to pass the exam, the road to writing essays has basically come to an end, and you can imagine how important the meaning is.

Early this morning, a quaint courtyard in Jianning City was almost crowded with scholars from all directions.Some sat comfortably in big sedan chairs, with book boys and servants; some surrounded by a large group of guards, majestic;In addition to all kinds of scholars, there are countless vendors selling breakfast, brushes, calligraphy and paintings, and even fortune-tellers rush over early in the morning to join in the fun.

Shangshutai!

The special examination place in Jianning City was crowded with people early in the morning.

"Young master, let's do the math!"

Mu Feng was in a hurry, and on the outskirts of Shangshutai, a down-and-out old Taoist beside him suddenly yelled.Wearing a tattered sackcloth, with a gray beard, he was poor and destitute.There were people coming and going in front of the Shangshutai, other fortune tellers were thriving in business, and their mouths were flying freely; but his booth was deserted, and no one who passed by stopped to stay.

Liars also need skills.Without that eloquence, you can't be able to speak well, justify yourself, and talk about business naturally.

"no need!"

Mu Feng glanced at the sackclothed Taoist beside the road, shook his head lightly, and continued walking.

As soon as he took a step forward, an old voice came from behind, "You... lost your father when you were young, and you are poor and rough."

Is it right to be fooled once?

Mu Feng shook his head and smiled, and continued to walk forward. Just as he took the second step, the old voice came again, "You..., you are doomed to be unable to cultivate since you were injured in your tendons. Until the year you turned 16, fate Just started to change!"

Is this a coincidence, or did she inquire about her affairs in advance and deliberately cheat?

Hearing the old man's second sentence, Mu Feng couldn't help hesitating. Just as the third step fell naturally, the old man's voice came again, "You..., although your destiny has begun to change, your life is doomed to be rough. How difficult. There is no noble person in the hit, but traps everywhere, frightening every step of the way!"

"Who the hell are you?"

Mu Feng suddenly turned around, looked coldly at the unattractive Taoist in linen, the cyan robe on his body was windless and automatic, and he held back his fierce murderous aura.

"Miangui's surname is Ma, and name is Yi. One hexagram is counted for one day, and one hexagram is counted for one day." Taoist Mai Yi said calmly, with a calmness and tranquility that ordinary fortune tellers don't have. Mu Feng continued slowly: "Young master, do you...do you believe in fate?"

"So what if you believe it, so what if you don't believe it?" Mu Feng was noncommittal, looking coldly at this Taoist priest in sackcloth who seemed to have a strange background.

"Okay, well said!"

The old man named Ma Yi laughed and looked Mu Feng up and down, "Fate, fate and luck are actually two different meanings. Death is determined first, and life is determined later. Before everyone is born, his fate is already predetermined." Yes, this cannot be changed. What we can change is luck and avoiding evil. This is like a carriage rushing towards the cliff on a dark rainy night, and the carriage fell into the cliff. No one can change it. However, if the sleeping person in the carriage can wake up in time, he can jump out the moment the carriage falls. The carriage was destroyed, but the person escaped by luck.”

interesting!

Mu Feng's eyes lit up, and the murderous aura outside his body slowly dissipated.As a scholar full of knowledge, he has read a lot of books on feng shui and fortune-telling; however, this is the first time he has heard of such an explanation of the profound meaning of fate.

"Alright, then please ask the old gentleman to do the fortune telling for me!"

Mu Feng bowed respectfully, took out a copper plate from his bosom, and placed it gently in front of the Taoist in sackcloth, "I only have the last copper plate on me, please don't be offended, old man!"

"Young man, I've already done the math for you!"

Mai Taoist smiled faintly, reached out and gently pushed the copper plate in front of him forward, and returned it to Mu Feng.Immediately, I did not know where to take out a worn-out writing brush, and spread out a piece of yellowed white paper, "Young man, I don't want your copper plate, I just want you to write a word."

write a word?

Mu Feng was startled again, and looked at Taoist Mai with a more dignified look.

Words are like people, and words are like tasting tea!

A master can infer a person's character, strength, and even a general life through a pair of calligraphy and painting.If you have the ability, you can give a few more copper plates, and calligraphy and paintings written by yourself, but you can't give them away at will!

"Why, young man, cherish words like gold, are you reluctant to give a single word?"

Seeing Mu Feng groaning silently, the Taoist in linen smiled lightly, neither angry nor urging, just sitting in the cold morning wind like that.Although there are many pedestrians passing by, they don't even look at them, and turn a blind eye.It seemed to him that at this moment, only he and Mu Feng were left in the world.

"Okay, what's the word?" Mu Feng nodded, asking himself that even if he wasn't honest enough in his life, at least he was frank.Don't do bad things for people, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.

"Dao!" Mai Taoist spit out a word.

road?

Mu Feng picked up the writing brush on the table, lightly dipped the ink on the side, and was just about to write, when he heard the words of Mai Taoist, his right hand involuntarily stopped.

Tao, a simple word, savor it carefully, but it contains infinite mystery.

The way of heaven, the way of immortality, the way of shamanism, the way of the world..., all are ways; a strand of hair, a blade of grass, each has its own way.Tao can be Tao, very Tao, ever-changing.

The same thing, in the eyes of different people, has different views. This is what the ancients said.In addition, even the same person may see the same thing differently at different times.As the saying goes, the sea is difficult for water, but Wushan is not a cloud.

"Tao, after all, what is Tao?"

Mu Feng asked himself, the writing brush in his hand was as heavy as a thousand catties, so he stood motionless while holding the brush, and did not write for a long time.The innocence of childhood, the poverty and struggle of youth, the bullying of evil youth and the care of mother...all come to mind one by one.

don't complain

die without regret;

Hit sometimes comes naturally,

Don't force when you hit;

……

Seeing Mu Feng groaning silently, Taoist Mai did not urge him, he took out a worn-out erhu from somewhere, and pulled it up babbling.Gray beard, poor and downcast, at first glance, with unknown vicissitudes, loneliness and loneliness.

"Mountains are mountains, and water is water. When I get my name on the gold list and step on the peak of my cultivation, mountains are not mountains, and water is not water!"

Mu Feng muttered to himself, amidst the erhu sounds of the Taoist in Mai Yi, the brush in his hand fell heavily, and he wrote the word "Tao" in a flamboyant and phoenix dance.All the strokes penetrate the back of the paper and are done in one go.

The word 'Tao' inherits his current knowledge and understanding of Tao.

For him, the so-called Tao is a rule established by people, a law that has not changed for thousands of years, and it is an invisible bondage.When one's strength reaches its peak, the restraints on one's body are useless.

This is like, no matter how deep the hatred is, now it is difficult to single-handedly break into the depths of Mu's mansion and cut off the dog's head of that vicious Mu Qingyuan in public.But when he breaks through to the elite level, or even the real person level, he no longer has any scruples, killing him is like crushing an ant.Who can stop, who dares to stop?

"Okay, what a sharp Taoist word, hahaha. Young man, within a month, you will be killed. This little cloth bag contains the ominous and auspicious signs of your hexagram, so put it away carefully. Remember, Open it when the heart is jumping and the eyebrows move!"

Mai Taoist rolled up the white paper, and left with a dilapidated erhu.When Mu Feng raised his head, he was gone, only the old voice came from afar.

Murder?

Mu Feng's heart was shocked, he didn't know if this hexagram should be on the aggressive and vicious young Mu Qingyuan, the vicious and vicious ghost mother, or the seriously ill mother.Thinking of the hideous and terrifying Twelve-winged Golden Cicada, a strong uneasiness arises in my heart.