Chapter 103: One thought reaches the sky, one thought goes to hell
The Taoist priest's cautious attitude made the three of them nervous.
Ye Qing took a deep breath, his mind was full of thoughts and he didn't know what he was asking for.
Somehow, he thought of his younger sister Ye Qian.
The pretty little girl smiled at him innocently and sweetly.
Then, Mr. Zhang and Po Zhang looked at him with a kind and kind face.
Ye Qing, who was clear at the spiritual stage, thought to himself:
"With this lottery, I wish my family good health and success."
Thinking about it, Ye Qing put his left palm on the lottery tube.
The Taoist priest held his breath and concentrated. After a few breaths, he pointed the sword finger of his right hand at the bamboo tube and whispered:
"amnesty!"
A bamboo stick suddenly flew up from the bamboo tube.
The sharp sign pierced Ye Qing's palm.
This miraculous scene shocked everyone.
Ye Qing, who subconsciously grabbed the bamboo stick, stared dumbfounded at the Taoist priest who was looking a little pale and panting.
"His grandma's, is this Taoism? Isn't it too mysterious?"
The deafening exclamation made everyone frown slightly and show pain on their faces.
He Wen pulled Yan San's arm, and the other person immediately covered his mouth.
He is casual but naive, and combined with his clear, copper-belled eyes, he looks kind of funny.
Ye Qing took the bamboo stick, glanced at it, and respectfully handed it to the Taoist priest who interpreted the bamboo stick.
This time.
The Taoist priest who interpreted the sign took the bamboo stick and looked directly at the old Taoist priest.
The old Taoist, with his hands behind his back, came to the table, looked at the bamboo stick held by his disciple, and said with a smile:
"One thought goes up to the sky, and one thought goes to hell. The hell is in the sky, and you will be divided into honor and disgrace. The thought of self-reliance must be true, and you must not follow others."
"Donor, what are you asking about this lot?"
Ye Qing listened to the signature which had nothing to do with his family and said, "Junior, ask your family."
The old Taoist stroking his gray beard, his smile became more kind, and he said with a smile:
"Glory and humiliation depend on one person's thoughts. Wouldn't it be a pity to live a life of ignorance because of what others say?"
What’s more, the interpretation had nothing to do with his family, leaving Monk Ye Qingzhang confused.
He frowned and said:
"Taoist Priest, isn't this related to your family?"
The old Taoist, with his hands behind his back and covered with age spots, picked up the bamboo stick and put it into Ye Qing's hand. He said kindly:
"Donor, the family is one. We are both prosperous and humiliated. Your choice represents your family."
Ye Qing trembled all over as he thought about the choices he had made over the past few days.
Because of his changes, the lives of A-mei and Zhang Weng and Po Zhang also changed drastically.
Before he could ask further questions, the old Taoist continued:
"If you are unsure about something, you can look at this sign."
After returning to his senses, Ye Qing bowed to the old man with great solemnity and said:
"Thank you, Taoist Master, I will keep this in mind, junior."
After getting up, Ye Qing put the bamboo stick into his arms.
Behind them, He Wen and Yan San couldn't tell that they had met a Taoist real person today.
The two men hurried forward and said:
"Taoist Priest, can you undo this for this junior?"
"Taoist Priest, I'm asking for a marriage fortune teller. Can you explain it to me?"
The old Taoist was in a very good mood, nodded, and then looked at the Taoist priest.
The latter smiled bitterly, wiped the sweat from his forehead and bowed as he walked:
"Uncle Master, my disciple's moral practice is shallow and I can only use my power once more."
The old Taoist pointed at the bright-eyed congratulatory man, who immediately showed joy and looked at the Taoist interpreter expectantly, waiting for the other person to perform the hand seal.
Immediately hold your breath and concentrate, and hang your left palm on the bamboo tube.
"amnesty!"
Another shout.
A bamboo stick flew up and fell into He Wen's palm.
He Wen quickly took it and handed it to the old man respectfully with both hands.
The old Taoist took the bamboo stick, stroked his gray beard and said:
"That's right, that's right. It's not the same thing. It's hard work. It's good to be around noble people, so you can borrow your strength."
He put the bamboo stick on the red cloth and said with a smile:
"Everything you asked about has different opinions and confusing ideas. If you don't contact someone with power, you may have to waste your own efforts."
He Wen worriedly said: "Taoist Priest, does this interpretation mean something bad? Why do you say it's good?"
He Wen, who was extremely smart, looked at Ye Qing for a moment, and then realized clearly:
"Junior already knows, thanks to the Taoist priest for interpreting the signature."
The old Taoist stroked his beard with his right hand, waved his left hand and said:
"There is no need to thank Pindao. You are talented and intelligent. In this life, everything will go smoothly. If you are in trouble, you will have someone to help you."
"This sign is just to explain clearly what you have done."
He Wen was stunned for a moment, grinned, and bowed to the old man with sincere respect.
"The younger generation will keep it in mind."
Yan San, who was bitter, looked at the Taoist priest who was pale, sweating all over, trembling, and obviously exhausted.
He looked at the old Taoist and said in a low voice: "I dare to ask the two Taoist priests if I just..."
The old Taoist waved his hands cheerfully and said:
"Donor, your marriage has not come yet, so there is no point in begging. Take it out with your hand, and I will do a fortune telling for you."
Yan San was overjoyed and immediately stretched out his right hand.
The old Taoist's skinny left hand held the big hand of the cattail leaf fan, and after looking up and down for a few times.
Heshan said:
"The tiger and the dragon are leaping on the sand, and the golden armor is like a halo."
"The bravery and bravery are invincible, and the spring beauty of grass cannot hide its name."
"Donor, you are going the wrong way."
Yan San, who did not understand poetry, frowned and scratched his beard and said curiously:
"Taoist Master, did I go the wrong way?"
"I don't know a few words and I don't understand what you are talking about. Can you explain it clearly?"
The old Taoist stroked his beard and looked at Ye Qing with a smile.
Ye Qing immediately explained:
"Yan San, the hexagram poem that Taoist Master read to you mentioned that the battlefield and the armor, so joining the army is the real path you should take."
Yan San, who understood what it meant, said nonchalantly:
"Hey, what did I think was going on?"
"So this is it, I know, but I just wanted to wait a few more years."
The sincere heart of repaying the kindness made the old Taoist priest's eyes flash, and he stretched out his hand kindly and patted Yan San on the shoulder.
"Okay, okay, may I ask the donor's name?"
"Junior Huaiyang Prefecture's fast-hand Yan San."
Yan San, who boldly clasped his fists and bowed, introduced his identity in a carefree manner.
He Wen and Ye Qing looked at each other helplessly, but they didn't expect that they had just arrived at Chaotian Palace and asked for a signature. Yan San forgot all the instructions when he came and directly exposed his identity and introduced himself.
at this point.
He Wen and Ye Qing saluted the old Taoist and said:
"The Yamen of Huaiyang Prefecture wrote a congratulatory message and met the Taoist priest."
"Ye Qing, a subordinate of Huaiyang Prefecture's execution room, has met the Taoist priest."
The old Taoist priest happily bowed to the three of them and said:
"The poor Taoist Chaotian Palace Zitian has met three officials."
He Wen and Ye Qing shuddered and looked at each other again, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.
Zitian, the senior brother of Ziyuan Zhenren in Chaotian Palace.
The current director of Chaotian Temple.
During their trip, they were bound to visit the person inquiring.
Without waiting for Ye Qing and He Wen to speak.
Purple Heaven put her hands behind her back, walked out with her old body and vigorous steps, and said: