Mountain dwelling practice: I am a gentle guest in the world

Early the next morning, the two of them went shopping not far from the night market square.

By around seven o'clock in the evening, most of the vendors setting up night stalls were in place one after another, and their stalls and products were basically set up. The road in the night market square was closed at five o'clock, and the merchants entered at six o'clock. It was already very busy when the two girls entered.

In the crowd, Lan Qiuchen was carrying a long canvas bag on his shoulders, followed closely by Sang Yue. When they arrived at their stall, the two men untied the canvas bag neatly, and a bundle of stainless steel pipes and canvas appeared in front of them.

Then, under the watchful eyes of some caring people, the two men fixed the nine stainless steel tubes and stretched out the canvas.

As the canvas opened, the gorgeous and festive tent last night gradually emerged.

"This is unscientific!" The young man who was watching the two girls operating from a distance put down his telescope and whispered to the old man sitting at the table, "Master, what they carried was obviously a primary-color canvas, but when it was stretched out, it became Bright red!

Even I don’t believe it if there’s no ghost inside! "

He is a recognized fool. Even he thinks there is something fishy between the two of them. Why do everyone around him turn a blind eye? In order to show up, the master and apprentice, who were supposed to enter the venue at eight o'clock in the evening, arrived outside the venue at five o'clock and entered the venue at six o'clock.

After waiting for more than an hour, they finally showed up. No matter how stupid he is, he still knows that their operations are like uncanny craftsmanship. Not to mention ordinary people, even strangers cannot do this.

The only explanation is that they are not human!

"Sit down," the old man who was concentrating with his eyes closed said slowly, "You are so frizzy, all your merits have been scared away."

"How can I sit still if I know there are ghosts?" The young man was impatient and panicked, squatting on the railing behind the stall. "Master, are you still letting them tamper with people's fate tonight? Not to mention they will The backlash is what they deserve.

But this disturbs the order of the world..."

"What disturbs the order of the world?" The old man raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at the stupid disciple, "Where did you hear this nonsense?"

Even if they are not human beings, whether they are spirits or other creatures, aren't they still members of the human world? Moreover, they did not make huge profits or endanger other people's lives by changing their lives, so how could they disrupt order?

"But Master," the young man was dumbfounded and looked at the old man naively, "You were obviously surprised and angry last night, why did your expression change overnight?"

If the master and disciple hadn't stayed together, he would have almost doubted whether the master had accepted their gift. Otherwise, why would he say good things to them?

"I'm angry because I'm worried that someone will change someone else's fate without knowing the truth." The old man lowered his eyelids and closed his eyes again to rest. "Now it seems that their abilities are better than those of their teachers..."

That trick of folding a stall was made out of nothing. It was the first time in his life that he even saw it, let alone doing it.

Today is an eye-opener, but they are too young, and I don't know if their abilities are their real talents. Otherwise, no matter they are spirits or something else, the backlash of tampering with the fate of mortals can kill them...

The tent opened at eight o'clock on time. It is estimated that the two of them complained last night that they had very few love minds and went to divination. As a result, all the guests who came tonight asked about marriage.

At around nine o'clock, two more young women came outside the tent after hearing the news. First they curiously poked their heads in the air, and then asked Lan Qiuchen who was scrolling through her mobile phone:

"I heard that there is a crystal ball divination stall in the night market. Is this your place?"

"Well," Lan Qiuchen directly picked up the QR code sign on the table and handed it to them both without raising her eyelids, "Pay first, then put it into the account. Ask for one hundred yuan."

There were very few customers queuing up tonight, because most of the customers last night were out for fresh ideas.

If the stall is only open for one night, it may become a mysterious and interesting thing in the local area. Now that the stall is still there after one night, the sense of mystery and freshness has suddenly plummeted. I passed by and took a look before leaving.

As for whether it is effective, who can say for sure?

"You heard about wild spirits?" The person who asked was still the cheerful woman, staring at the three words of the crystal ball with great interest, "Is she a returnee from overseas?"

"If you believe it, it will work. If you don't believe it, you will hear the sound." Lan Qiuchen's answer was straightforward, "Absolutely a local warlock."

Alas, her perfunctory tone not only did not attract visitors, but made the woman even more interested, "How can a local sorcerer use a crystal ball for divination? Shouldn't he use a turtle shell?" Lan Qiuchen had to ask this question. Take a look at who he is:

"Although I am Chinese, I also like to eat Western food, and I am particularly interested in piano."

Unfortunately, she was poor and had no money to study.

Now I am no longer poor, but I am older and I no longer have the enthusiasm and patience to learn slowly. This reason convinced the woman, and she nodded in agreement:

"That's true."

The woman traveling with her seemed to have a quiet personality. Seeing that her friend was eager to pay, she quickly tugged her arm secretly and whispered:

"You're so old, what's the point of divination?"

It was just a matter of saying clearly not to be deceived, but since the stall owner was right in front of me, I had to speak more tactfully. She doesn't believe in fate and never tells fortunes. She thinks these so-called divination are all lies.

If you really want to count, it is better to find a local traditional stall.

Anyway, each person only needs 10 yuan or 20 yuan to do a good deed that day. Using a crystal ball for divination is obviously a gimmick done by a young girl who has been poisoned by Western culture. The purpose is to take advantage of young people's mentality of admiring foreign things and defrauding money.

"Hey, it's okay. It's Chinese New Year, just enjoy it." The cheerful woman smiled and paid the money readily, "Count it two."

"Ahua!" The quiet woman couldn't stop her, her eyes were helpless.

"Hey, all right, all right, it's only two hundred yuan. It's just the price of tea. Let's go in." The cheerful woman said as she pushed her friend into the tent.

She had frequented local fortune-telling stalls many times, and she was tired of hearing the same stories.

I learned that there was a crystal ball fortune teller in the night market square, so I came here to have a look tonight. As for whether the fortune-telling works or not, she has never cared about whether fortune-telling works before, and tonight is no exception.

……

Inside the tent, Sang Yue was wrapped in a headscarf and covering her face just like yesterday. Only a pair of watery eyes were exposed, and his gaze was clear when looking at people.

Being stared at by this kind of gaze, the quiet woman couldn't help but shudder, and suddenly she felt particularly awake.

"Hey," the cheerful woman stepped into the tent and said in surprise when she saw the woman dressed in an exotic style sitting quietly in front of a low table, "I thought I would see an experienced goddess with a deep attitude, but I didn't expect you to be so young?"

Although the whole picture is not visible, one can tell from those eyes that this is a beautiful young girl.

Moreover, these eyes are watery and lovable.

Good words are free and please people, and Sang Yue is no exception. His eyes fell on the cheerful woman, his eyebrows curved, and he greeted in a hoarse voice:

"Please take a seat, both of you."

"Oh?" Upon hearing the voice, the cheerful woman couldn't help but ask with concern (gossip), "Is your voice acquired or congenital? I know a doctor who is very good. Oh, I still have his number here... …”

"Wenhua!" The quiet woman interrupted helplessly.

Her friends' enthusiasm regardless of the occasion often made her feel embarrassed.

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