My mother didn’t stop her. After all, the chickens and snakes were provided by others, so I had to show enough sincerity to get some eels. Just get some eels.

That day, it wasn't until midnight that my dad came back, covered in mud, and he actually caught more than 20 eels.

My mother felt sorry for my father and quickly poured hot water for him to scrub. My father was still complaining: "We have to make it in time for summer. By this time, I will have several kilograms of eels! Let Master Jiang eat them to his heart's content!"

"Okay, okay, you have to get up early tomorrow, so don't get excited over there." My mother scolded her, not knowing why my dad was so excited.

How does she understand the pressure a man carries? These days, my dad has been holding out hope to treat my illness, but he feels miserable, like a heavy stone weighing him down. This time Old Man Jiang appears,

It gave my dad the pleasure of being relieved of stress.

Everything is prepared for tomorrow.

At a little after 11:30 noon the next day, Old Man Jiang arrived as promised.

He still had the same slovenly look, and he still felt so unorganized. With his hands behind his back, he walked into my house as if he looked familiar to me. What greeted him was my enthusiastic parents, a large table of dishes, and a lot of food.

There were my two sisters who looked at the table and swallowed their saliva.

After Old Man Jiang entered the house, he didn't look at the table of food. Instead, he walked around every room in my house. He looked as leisurely as if he were visiting. My parents didn't dare to neglect, and they followed him closely.

.

After walking around, Old Man Jiang shook his head and said inexplicably: "It's quite ordinary, not very rich."

My parents almost fell down after hearing this. What did this old man Jiang mean? Could it be that he came to visit my house?

Old Man Jiang didn't explain much. How could he explain to my parents at that time that there was nothing wrong with the layout of my family? It was just a pretense.

"Let's eat." After reading this, Old Man Jiang went straight to the dinner table.

He sat down at the table politely and politely. When he looked at the dishes on the table, he couldn't help but swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva.

The centerpiece is the pheasant and snake stew, with snow-white and crispy winter bamboo shoots added. The soup is just right and the aroma is so aromatic that even gods can't help but smell it.

There are also several large porcelain bowls placed next to it. One bowl is of translucent old bacon, one is twice-cooked pork, and the other is stir-fried eel. There is also a bowl next to it, which is filled with hot and spicy food.

Douban fish.

This is an authentic Sichuan farm dish. It is made in a farm-style way and must be as fresh as possible. Look at the spicy dishes. Just the red wattle branches and the green chopped green onions are enough to make you want to eat.

In order to prevent Old Man Jiang from getting tired of it, my mother even prepared some shredded radish and a plate of kimchi.

My dad was not verbose, and he also brought the best rice wine, which he got in exchange for things from the person who was the best at making rice wine in the village.

You're welcome, Old Man Jiang. After my dad poured him some wine, he grabbed his chopsticks and started eating. Before he could swallow the food completely, he took another sip of wine and the meal was like a whirlwind, but it was also spicy.

You have to stick your tongue out.

My dad saw some clues and asked directly: "Master Jiang is not from Sichuan?" If you are from Sichuan, the spiciness is definitely spicy, but it won't make your tongue stick out.

Old Man Jiang didn't answer and was still busy eating.

My dad smiled awkwardly and did not continue to ask questions. Old Man Jiang usually avoided questions that he did not want to answer. My dad knew this.

But at the dinner table, no matter how my parents tried to say something, Old Man Jiang would not answer and would just eat and drink.

Nearly an hour later, Old Man Jiang was finally full. He put down his chopsticks, put down his cup, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. This time, without waiting for my parents to say anything, he said directly: "Hold your son."

Come over here and let me take a look."

God, really God, my parents were so surprised. Without saying anything, my mother took my two sisters out and my father went to hug me.

But in fact, it was not as magical as my parents thought. A few years later, my master told me that his fortune-telling skills were far inferior to those of a single person. Meeting my dad on the mountain was a real coincidence, and

Although his little bit of facial skills is not considered his special skill, he can still tell at a glance that my dad must be looking for something.

As for when we were eating, my master took a closer look at the faces of my parents and knew that the children were not getting along well. My two sisters were at the dinner table. My master looked carefully and found nothing wrong. So the only problem was

Out of me.

There are only a few families in the village, and my master hangs around here all the year round. He knows which family has given birth to a child. Besides, when he moved around the house just now, he also saw me on the big bed.

This is what happened.

But fate is like this. My master divined the place where he would be destined to be his apprentice. Coupled with some special and historical reasons, he came to this area specially and stayed for several years without deliberately looking for it. Taoism pays attention to nature.

If he is really his disciple, he will bump into him if chance encounters him, and he will not be able to escape if he is destined to do so.

In less than a minute, my dad carried me to Old Man Jiang. He looked at me carefully, frowned slightly, and let out a light sigh.

Before my master could say anything, my dad became anxious and quickly turned me over, pointed at the birthmark on the back of my head and said, "Master Jiang, do you think there's anything wrong with this?"

After saying that, my dad added mysteriously: "I heard that this is the mark of being targeted by that thing."

My father's words seemed to bring Old Man Jiang back to his senses. He shouted: "Nonsense, tell me the child's birth date!"

"Yes, yes" my dad quickly told me my birth date.

Old Man Jiang stood up and started to walk back and forth, mumbling words that my dad couldn't understand: "In 1967, when the Tianhe water was flowing into the sun, how could it be a coincidence?"

At the end of the story, Old Man Jiang even talked about a Beijing movie, which showed how deeply he was fascinated.

"No, that's just a superficial view." At the end of the sentence, Old Man Jiang asked my dad to carry me over. He looked at my face carefully, paying special attention to my eyebrows and the bridge of my nose.

Finally, he felt worried and grabbed my hand, looked at it, and finally touched my little arms and legs carefully.

After this effort, he couldn't move his eyes away. He stared at me carefully for a while, and then said to my father seriously: "Is this child destined to be a real boy or a boy? He is destined to not have much connection with his parents.

Can you bear it?"

"What did you say, do you mean my son is going to die?" My father didn't understand fate, and he panicked when he heard that he didn't have much connection with his parents.

"No, as long as I'm here, there are some things he doesn't know that I'll explain to you in detail later. Now I want to ask you a question. You should think about it carefully before you answer me." Old Man Jiang said seriously.

"Whatever the problem is, just ask Master Jiang." My dad felt relieved when he heard that I wouldn't die as long as he was here, and he returned with the intention to face Old Man Jiang's question.

"It was 12 o'clock when your son was born?"

"This? How should this be calculated?" My dad was a little confused. How can we calculate birth specifically? The head is exposed? The whole body is exposed, etc. It is quite difficult to explain in detail.

"When the fetus falls to the ground, the entire body is separated from the mother's body." My master was very serious and began to speak in a formal tone.

"Master Jiang, I really don't know about this. I'm not sure whether it's correct or not. Is this important?" My dad asked cautiously.

Old Man Jiang had expected that this would be the case, waved his hands, ignored my father, and started walking back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back.

The so-called calculation of something sometimes does not necessarily require divination, just like solving mathematical problems. Sometimes the problem can be solved with the necessary conditions, which means that not every problem will use mathematical formulas.

My situation has given Old Man Jiang sufficient and satisfactory conditions. After pondering for a long time, he said: "I have calculated that your son was born on time. The problem is that he was born as a boy, and

That’s why I was born on time.”

"12 o'clock at noon? Master Jiang, that's the brightest time of the day with clear sky and white sun. How could you get caught up in that thing?" My father's thinking is simple. He thinks that according to folk wisdom, this time is definitely the sunniest time.

How could you mess with those things?

Old Jiang didn't say anything. He went out, picked up a branch in the yard, and started drawing. It happened that my mother also coaxed my two sisters to play, and I just saw this scene.

My father and my mother thought that Old Man Jiang could draw some advanced formations, but it turned out that Old Man Jiang was able to draw it in just two and three strokes. It turned out to be a Tai Chi diagram.

"Master Jiang, what is this?" my dad asked.

"Noon is the brightest time? Who told you that noon is the darkest time! The suniest time is the darkest time before dawn, when the rooster crows for the first time." Old Man Jiang

Er said calmly.

"Why?" My mother couldn't figure out this reason either. It happened to be the time when the negative energy was the strongest in the middle of the day.

"You don't understand if I explain it in detail. Let me explain it simply. Look at this picture, these two yin and yang fish." Old Man Jiang pointed to the place where the yin and yang fish meet in the Tai Chi diagram. The place where the yin and yang fish meet is exactly two.

The sharpest point.

"What I want to tell you is not something like the union of yin and yang, but the principle that when things go to the extreme, they will inevitably decline. When anything reaches its extreme, it will go in another direction. The yin and yang fish also contains this meaning, 12 o'clock

It is an extreme, that is, when the yang suddenly turns to yin during the day, do you think it is yin or not? There is not even a process, it just turns. Anyone who steps on this turning point is equivalent to stepping on the most yin.

"When." Old Man Jiang explained as plainly as possible, his statement was simply surprising, at least my parents had never heard of this statement.

Old Man Jiang did not force them to believe. He threw the branches and clapped his hands and said: "Who said ghosts only come in at night? It's just as easy to break into ghosts at noon, especially that time is the only time during the day when they can be active. They

We were all human beings when we were alive, so of course we prefer daytime."
Chapter completed!