The rebirth of the sky

Chapter 9 Bloody Disaster

"Tu'er, divination is a deep knowledge, just like looking, hearing and asking in traditional Chinese medicine. Divination not only depends on face and palm reading, but more importantly, it also needs to see a person's aura. Therefore, Tuer, take one step at a time. Let's go with your footprints!"

Although the old Taoist only accepted Zhizhi as an apprentice, he also knew that he could not discourage the enthusiasm of the young apprentice. He used to be like this, thinking that he would be invincible after learning a little superficiality. Not yet alive.

In front of some intellectuals, the current metaphysics is superstition among superstitions, such as Feng Shui and divination, they are all deceiving money and deceiving people, but since the 5000-year history of the Chinese Dynasty, since some people have continued this kind of thing, it is proof the role it exists in.

The old Taoist has lived for so long, and some things have been seen through, but the only thing that has some emotion is that the school that existed before has quietly passed away now.

"Master, I'll help you take a look. It's not a big deal. If you make a mistake, you can correct it. Besides, you have to practice what you learn. If you don't let me practice, what will I do in the future?" Learn hexagrams, learn numerology!" Zhizhi was messing around there, almost tearing the old man off the bed.

The old Taoist was so troubled by her that he had no choice but to nod his head and reluctantly said: "All right, all right, you see! You son just won't give up."

Zhizhi actually wanted to verify whether what was shown in the heavenly book was true. She didn't even look through the book that was taken down yesterday.

"Then let me take a look first." Zhizhi pretended to stare at the old man for a long time, then slowly said: "Master is eighty-nine this year, only son, both parents are dead... Father Li Shunsheng, mother Yan Ergu ..." Zhizhi briefly summed up what was written in the Heavenly Book.

The old man didn't pay attention to it just now, but now when he saw her say these things without blinking his eyes, he rolled off the bed with a crooked foot.

"This...you didn't hear it somewhere!" The old Taoist asked hurriedly after getting up from the ground with an excited expression on his face.

Seeing his excited appearance, Zhizhi immediately knew that what was said in the heavenly book was true, she was also very excited now, she never thought that the heavenly book would be so powerful: "No, master, you didn't tell anyone at all. These!"

Lao Dao lived alone in the Taoist temple all the year round, and even if he had any contact, it was only superficial friendship. He would definitely not mention his life experience and the names of his parents to them, unless he was a brother in the family, or an old friend from the past, which is possible , but in the village where Zhizhi lives, the old Taoist remembers that he never mentioned it.

"Could it be that there are really geniuses in this world..." The old man muttered sitting on the bed, looking at Zhizhi with bright eyes. The more he looked at the old man, the more haggard he felt. His head was so hard, he didn't expect that this apprentice would change every day. Could it be that there is such a strange fate in this world, he has never encountered it before!

The old dao didn't know that Zhizhi got the protection of the heavenly book, and it was basically impossible for ordinary people to find out the secrets of heaven, unless someone could be better than the heavenly book, but the old dao obviously didn't have this kind of practice yet.

"Master, this apprentice may really be a genius!" Zhizhi's face was full of excitement, and after jumping off the stool, she stretched out her little hand to put on the old man's arm, and patted it lightly.

After listening to her words, the old Taoist grinned, and didn't study her fate any more. Anyway, no matter how strange her fate was, she was also his apprentice: "Okay, okay, you are weird, master, it's useless to think about it." , it’s better to let nature take its course.”

Seeing the expression on the old Taoist's face, Zhizhi leaned against him treacherously, and whispered in a soft voice: "Master, your marriage line is not broken, who is the mistress!"

The old Daoist was taken aback, his face was shocked, he pointed at Zhizhi with trembling fingers, moved his mouth several times, and then asked tremblingly: "You even know this, but what's the matter with the unbroken marriage line you said?" Son!"

Seeing that Zhizhi is so evil, the old Taoist was not surprised but happy. He finally felt that he had lived on this mountain for so many years and had suffered all kinds of hardships. It's really great, when he is buried and meets the masters below, he will be able to tell them with confidence that he has found a good apprentice.

Zhizhi blinked her eyes, looked at the chickens outside, and walked around the room with her little hands behind her back, and the old man immediately understood what she meant.

"You, you are such a cunning..." The old Taoist stroked her little bald head helplessly, and resigned himself to his fate to deal with the chicken.

After Yangyang, who was playing wildly outside, caught a chicken, he quickly took it over and offered it to Zhizhi. Zhizhi saw the bird in his hand, praised him vigorously, and told him that we have chickens again up.

Lao Dao's craftsmanship is quite good. Although Qi Mei is a housewife, her craftsmanship is not as good as Lao Dao's. Therefore, Zhizhi and Yangyang like to eat chicken at his place. The two of them have nothing to eat on weekdays. , there is less oil and water in the stomach, although Zhizhi will get some things back, but Qi Mei has to take them to the market to sell for money, and what is left is a little for a meal.

After the chicken was roasted, the old man called them over, and the three sat around the wooden table with small stools and began to eat.

"The unbroken marriage is what it means on the surface. It means that the master's sweetheart has not died, and your marriage has not been severed. From this, it can be seen that the other party is still guarding for you. I see the marriage in your hand The thread is still alive!" Zhizhi wiped her hands and mouth clean, then explained to him what she just said.

After listening to her explanation, the old Taoist stood there in a daze, his face full of contemplation. Zhizhi saw that he was caught up in his own business, and didn't bother him. After tidying up the things on the table, he pulled Yang Yang went home.

The old Taoist watched Zhizhi and the others go down the mountain, sat on the head of the bed alone and pondered for a long time, and finally he could only come up with one sentence: That is, his apprentice is really talented, very talented!Having figured it out, the old Dao Gudong lay down on his bed, and giggled when he dreamed of the beauty.

Zhizhi didn't know what was going on, why every time she came home with high spirits, she could always see her grandmother Hu Xiaomei messing around there, but today she didn't come alone, but brought a helper, a hair comb A tall, shiny man.

"Why is the second-rate boy here?" Yangyang pouted, cursing angrily as he walked, second-rater is the nickname of a shiny and pink man, and also Qi Mei's eldest brother, Qi Guang, the two of them's uncle.

Qi Guang's face is not bad, but it's just his temperament that lowers his face. When he walks, there are stones stuffed in his trousers, and he shakes after two steps. She kept shaking, like a black man, her hair was still fixed with pomade, and I don't know how much he spit into the palm of his hand to fix the hair.

(End of this chapter)