Buddhist Cultivation: Starting from Divination

Chapter 25

In the downtown area, various shops and roadside stalls are noisy, shouting, and there is an endless stream of people running around.

"Pancakes! Freshly baked pancakes!"

"Tofu tofu! Freshly ground tofu!"

"Fortune-telling! Ancestral god's destiny, ten cents a time, no money!"

Zhao Huai's figure passed by, and he was walking slowly towards the pawn shop, throwing copper coins up and down one by one in his hand.

Today's fortune is very good, all are "blessings", but there has been no fate, which is really contradictory.

Suddenly, Zhao Huai was stopped by an old man at a roadside stall.

The old man was wearing a linen brown gown, the wrinkles on his face were all piled up, and his head was already grizzled.

He kept chanting:

"The fate of the gods passed down from the ancestors! This young master doesn't count his own fate? It's not a pity!"

Zhao Huai shook off the opponent's hand silently, and said expressionlessly:

"My life is very good, don't count, thank you."

After finishing speaking, he was about to leave, but he was stopped again. The old fortune-teller had a teaching look on his face:
"Young man, I have seen too many people like you. You are young and frivolous. With a little bit of strength, you don't know the heights. You don't know how much disaster is waiting for you behind."

"Ah."

Zhao Huai was directly amused by his serious appearance.

I have golden copper coins with me, but I still need you to count them?

Don't be fooled by you, the future is about the same.

Zhao Huai immediately sneered and said, "Okay, it's not impossible to let you do the math, if not, you have to give me 100 taels of silver."

The old fortune-teller was stunned for a moment, and said speechlessly, "Young man, you are stealing money."

"Why, are you afraid? Does it still count?"

Zhao Huai smiled lightly.

The old fortune-teller regained his composure, and said with a smile, "Okay, if you're not sure at all, it doesn't matter if I give you 100 taels of silver."

Zhao Huai immediately decided that if there was any discrepancy in what the other party said, he would try his best to deny it, and he wanted to punish these charlatans.

"My ancestors passed down the destiny of the gods, and my reputation of sternly judging wealth and honor is not for bragging."

The fortune teller said proudly.

"Young master, do you read palmistry or test characters?"

"Palmistry."

Zhao Huai stretched out his hand directly.

The old fortune-teller grabbed his hand, narrowed his eyes, and began to observe carefully.

After watching for a long time, the old fortune-teller frowned.

Seeing this, Zhao Huai smiled playfully: "Can't you see it?"

Unexpectedly, the old fortune-teller shook his head and said with a smile: "No, the little old man understands it roughly."

"real or fake?"

Zhao Huai said suspiciously.

"Of course it's true."

The fortune-teller's tone was very confident.

"In my opinion, the son's hands correspond to yin and yang, and he is full of joy. He must have just been married a few days ago."

Zhao Huai was slightly taken aback when he heard this, then frowned and asked:

"anything else?"

The fortune-teller said with a smile: "Looking at the young master's face, I'm a little overjoyed. This lady's appearance should be very beautiful, and the two love each other very much."

"You follow me?"

Zhao Huai said calmly.

Anyone who knows him can know these things if he pays a little attention.

"Little old man doesn't."

The fortune-teller shook his head and continued, "Since you don't believe me, let me tell you about your fortune."

"Just now, I was surprised that the young master's fortune is the fate of a nobleman. It is reasonable to say that it has fallen and stopped three years ago, and it has completely declined. Today's fortune has actually revived, and it has given birth to some hope. for eccentricity."

"However, what is certain is that in the next few years, Young Master will soar into the sky."

The tone of the old fortune-teller seemed to be full of emotion, but also of embarrassment.

If the information just now can be said to be artificially made, then hearing these things now, Zhao Huai sounds a little weird.

Because his path was exactly the same as the old man said. Since the fall of the Great Yan, his luck has naturally declined. It was not until the birth of [Fortune] that his luck improved a little.

Zhao Huaixin believed it a little bit, but he didn't dare to believe it all, so he said flatly:
"Let me draw a lottery."

"Please."

The fortune teller smiled and took out a box of wooden signs, handed it over, and explained:

"My lord, what do you want to ask, what do you know, you only need to meditate the question in your heart, and then throw the wooden stick, and you can get the instructions from heaven."

God's instructions?
If there are really instructions from heaven, then send him back to his original world as soon as possible.

Although Zhao Huai thought so in his heart, if there was such an opportunity, he would not choose that way, and he has lived a more carefree life so far than before.

I finally prayed once today. I didn’t believe in ghosts and gods at first, but when I came to this world, I had to be skeptical. My goal, why not just ask, how can I prove the way of immortality.

After thinking about it, Zhao Huai tossed the stick.

"despair."

A wooden stick landed softly.

Zhao Huai stepped forward to take the lottery, looked at the words and murmured:

"I also have kindness in my heart, even though I died nine times, I still haven't regretted it."

The old fortune-teller glanced at the words above and said with a smile:

"This is the words of the ancient sage Qu Zi, telling us that as long as it is something we pursue in our hearts, we should not regret it even if we die. If we persist in doing it, we will always achieve it."

"Is there no regret in the immortal way?"

Zhao Huai seemed to understand a little bit.

The old fortune-teller put away the wooden sign and taught earnestly: "The fate can be changed due to human affairs. God is just giving us a warning. The Book of Changes and the Book of Changes. Change is a change. If you can do your best, the bad sign will not be bad. .”

"Look, son, am I right?"

Zhao Huai pondered for a long time, then smiled, but did not answer.

Instead, he took ten Wen from his waist and threw it to the old man.

"Thanks."

After that, he turned and left.

The old fortune-teller held ten copper coins, looked at Zhao Huai's leaving back, and smiled playfully.

"Old Yu, does he have cultivation?"

At this moment, a woman selling candied haws at a roadside stall slowly approached the old man and asked in a low voice.

"Not really."

The old fortune-teller shook his head: "I touched his bones and felt his dantian. He is indeed an ordinary person."

The female trafficker nodded, and then asked: "Then your divination about him is true?"

"Half-truths, half-truths."

"Which part is true and which part is false?"

The fortune-teller said with a slight smile: "That girl Qinghan's is naturally the prophet's. As for the rest, the secret must not be revealed."

The saleswoman sighed and said, "I was adopted by His Highness the Princess since I was a child, and followed His Highness all the way to the north, conquering the city and conquering the land, invincible. She is the idol in my heart."

"But now, where have you seen her like this? Where is that heroic, unparalleled, silver-armored general with a long halberd?"

"Now that King Qin's people have occupied half of the court, what should we do?"

The old fortune-teller said calmly: "Perhaps, this is the real her. The old man has been with the princess for many years, and has been making plans for several years. I have long expected this day to come.

"The life of an ordinary person is not bad, not to mention, the husband she married may not be ordinary in the future."

(End of this chapter)