My Wandering Spirit Lady

Lang Xingchen gritted his teeth, looked at the iron abacus on the tea table, and said, "You count!"

Sang Tong smiled slightly, and replied: "This is a secret skill of my master, but since you are no longer a living person, and I expect that you will not be able to see the mystery after watching it once, today I will make an exception and count it for you once. .”

After speaking, Sang Tong reset the abacus to zero, then typed Su Momo's birthday on the abacus, and after a series of quick additions and subtractions, he said: "The life master Su Momo, a family of four, hit with a A compatriot younger brother. He had rubella when he was six years old, and mumps when he was eight years old. It was a rough year when he was 14 years old. He had pink eye disease three times that year. For this reason, he missed the course for nearly half a year. The centimeter-long scar, injured by Nogi, should be a vine or a branch, the 16-year-old Hong Luan is moving, and the person I like is you."

Sang Tong fiddled with the fingers of the abacus, raised his head and asked, "Is there something wrong with what I said?"

Lang Xingchen was speechless in astonishment. If he hadn't lived with Momo Su, he would never have known about these trifles, especially the wound on his ankle, which was cut by the two of them when they were climbing. Deep, it made Lang Xingchen feel bad.

"This woman was born with the God of Cookery, so she was born in a wealthy family. She has no worries about food and clothing all her life. She is kind, enthusiastic, and pays attention to family affection. She has another relative, so she is slender and slender even though she is destined to have the God of Cookery. , Gentle and polite, with a strong sense of justice, focusing on fairness and principles, being reasonable, and obeying the rules. But occasionally he will show an indecisive side in making decisions, and it is difficult to make up his mind. After the industry, her career will flourish and she will feel like a fish in water, but this is not her end...she will become a judge or prosecutor in the future."

Sang Tong stopped fiddling with the abacus, and continued: "In July when I was 22, there was a fateful life-and-death disaster, which was also the biggest crisis in her entire life..."

Sang Tong clicked on the beads on the iron abacus, and continued: "Here, Su Momo's fate has a fork in the road. If you hadn't risked your life to save her, there would be two possibilities. The first is that Su Momo died. The second is that Su Momo was knocked into a vegetative state and would wake up three years later."

Sang Tong looked at Lang Xingchen with a half-smile, and said: "Soon she will meet her second true destiny girl. After meeting this woman, Su Momo's social status and reputation will once again gain a considerable amount." If she follows Su Momo's original life trajectory, she will never meet this woman. Whether she dies or has been lying on the hospital bed for three years, she will be able to meet her. Avoid this woman. Because of your intervention, Su Momo's fate has been changed, and she will meet that woman soon. If this fate is not grasped, then... Ten years, or even 20 years, she will meet If you don't find the right person, you may end up alone. But don't worry, the person you love can only be counted two years later, and things will be blank after two years, so she won't betray your relationship , are you satisfied with this answer?"

The news of the successive explosions made Lang Xingchen's brain go blank. He tried his best not to sit down on the ground, and asked with trembling lips: "Since you said... Momo might die alone, how can you say that she will die in two years? ...Aren't you contradicting yourself?"

Faced with doubts, Sang Tong smiled instead of anger, and said to himself: "No wonder Su Sifang said that you have the roots of wisdom, and your comprehension is really good. As I said just now, this is a very advanced knowledge, and most people practice it hard. Three or 50 years may not be counted clearly. I can reach the level I am today. It was when I was in Shimen that the master and the old man took out countless treasures of heaven and earth to nourish them. I was enlightened, and it gave me a shortcut without side effects. Destiny is controlled by the way of heaven, which is a very mysterious thing. Some people have a smooth road from birth, but as they grow older, their fate begins to fork in the road, while some people From infancy, the trajectory of fate is chaotic. On the contrary, as the age grows, there will be fewer and fewer forks, and finally become one. This so-called 'fork' is what you call possibility. Some half-baked fortune tellers they can only Seeing one or two possibilities, and then making a nonsense one that he thinks is right. Doing so is to bear "karma", because people believe in you, and what you say has a certain guiding effect, which is likely to change a person's life. The fate of a person. If the bad prediction of the fortune teller is fulfilled, and this person has other better possibilities, then the heaven will write down a sum, and this "result" will be retribution on the fortune teller. Why some 'God's fortune teller', if you calculate, you are either blind or deaf? There are still wives and children separated, five disadvantages and three deficiencies? This is the 'fruit'. Of course it is not absolute, there are indeed some masters, the calculation is true Yes, because he revealed too many secrets, he was sanctioned by the Dao of Heaven."

"how about you?"

Sang Tong smiled, and replied: "Me? I'm not afraid of 'Heaven'."

"why?"

"I am loyal to the country, and I have the blessing of the national destiny. The national destiny of the flower growers is in full swing. Even if it is the way of heaven, we have to avoid three points. This national destiny was built by countless martyrs with their own blood and soul, and it is also the powerful thoughts of all our flower growers. Take care of it together."

It was the first time Lang Xingchen had heard of the term "National Fortune". She asked, "What about you? How many outcomes can you see?"

"Countless, or every one of them. But I can't tell you all of these, but everything I say is a 'fact' that I have calculated, with a probability of [-]%. And in Su Momo's situation, All her 'possibilities' came to an abrupt end two years later, and there was nothing. There is no one who is lucky, not a dead person, unless..." At this point, Sang Tong smiled self-deprecatingly, and then looked at Su Sifang, who was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, took a look.

Lang Xingchen seemed to see a glimmer of hope, and asked, "Unless what?"

"Unless the flesh is sanctified."

"What is physical sanctification?"

"Don't think about it, with Su Momo's aptitude, it's impossible to reach my level in this life, and I don't know how many miles away I am from physical sanctification. Do you know what these four words mean? What? Even most of the list of gods in the legends are conferred gods after death. There are only a handful of people who have been sanctified with flesh and blood. Looking at the 5000-year history, the number of people who have been sanctified in the flesh can also be counted. With the development of industrialization Pushing forward, there is less and less aura on the blue planet. Without the nourishment of heaven, material and earth treasures, let alone the sanctification of the body. Unless it is a person with a certain mission, or a person with a great fortune, it is possible. Three Realms and Six Paths Among them, only those who are physically sanctified can escape the shackles of heaven, so with my ability, I can't count the great luck of those who are about to or have already been sanctified in the flesh. It may not be possible to achieve it in two years, just two years? Idiots are dreaming."

After listening to Sang Tong's explanation, Lang Xingchen's expression was uglier than crying.

If she was still alive, even if Sang Tong had calculated everything about Su Momo's life, Lang Xingchen would not believe it, but she was already dead. She can still see the magic light on Sang Tong's body, she can't believe it or not.

In despair, Lang Xingchen's soul is almost transparent, as if it will be blown away by the wind in the next second.

Sang Yu exclaimed, "Sister Tongtong, what's wrong with her?"

Sang Tong was also quite surprised, Lang Xingchen's ghost heart had been lost, and her soul body was actually very fragile, if it wasn't for the Youyang Book...she wouldn't even be able to see the sun.

Just when Sang Tong was about to take measures, a deep sound of Buddha's horn came over.

The four-character proverb is like a sea needle, although the sound is not loud, it shakes Lang Xingchen back to his senses, and his translucent soul gradually recovers.

Seeing Lang Xingchen's changes, Sang Tong's eyes were a bit complicated...Su Sifang's magic power was many steps higher than his own.

"Amitabha, Lord Lang, I send you a few words from this poor monk. Sow good causes and reap good fruits. Although everything in the world has its own destiny, but before the last moment, don't make a final decision first. Just like Senior Sister Tong said just now Even if someone is only one step short of the 'sanctification of the body', it may be attributed to a glimpse. So..." Su Sifang didn't finish his sentence completely, because Sang Tong's face was already ugly, and he was glaring at Su Sifang.

The latter smiled slightly, his deep eyes were calm and unwavering, neither sad nor happy, but he did not continue.

But Sang Tong couldn't restrain himself, and directly said angrily: "What do you mean? You also changed the hexagram last time, right? If they failed, they might not have come to this point! Don't think that you can do whatever you want, this One thing... In the final analysis, you are also responsible! I am trying to correct the 'result' that may befall you, but you tear me down?"

Facing Sang Tong's stern questioning like a cannonball, Su Sifang just smiled honestly, and replied: "Senior Sister Tong, to cultivate the Tao first cultivate the heart, and all dharmas are born from the heart. If your master and other old people see you so irritable and out of control, they will be afraid I'm going to be disappointed."

"Su Sifang! I... um." At the very moment, Sang Yu flew over and covered Sang Tong's mouth, persuading him, "Sister Tongtong, be careful to lose all your mana."

Sang Tong rolled her eyes and took a few deep breaths to hold it back. One of her teacher's precepts is not to swear, otherwise she will lose all her mana for three days. Sang Tong has already been tricked once because of Su Sifang.

"Master Lang, go back early when the sky is over. The poor monk and the benefactor still have an unfinished fate. If the benefactor has any doubts in the future, you can come to me at any time."

Sang Tong picked up the pillow on the sofa and rushed to Su Sifang in a big stride, swung his arm round and hit Su Sifang's body, and said angrily: "I told you to tear down the stage, I can't scold you, and I can't beat you? Who? Tell you to send Buddha beads indiscriminately? Who told you to transfer the "fate" originally fixed on me to yourself? Do you think I am a snake and a scorpion? Do you think that when they come to me, I will kill her without saying a word? Accepted? I am now helping you to correct the mistakes you made, but you say these words to anger me? Do you know how rare the opportunity to be sanctified in the flesh is? How dare you say that?"

Lang Xingchen stared blankly at Sang Tong, who seemed to be transformed into a "Leopard Girl", and saw that the pillow was torn apart, and the goose feathers were scattered all over the place.

But Su Sifang sat there without moving, and despite being "beaten severely", he smiled as cleanly and clearly as a child.

Sang Yu hurried over, hugged Sang Tong's waist and pulled him back.

"Sister Tongtong, there are outsiders, don't do this!"

Sang Tong paused for a moment, turned back and said to Lang Xingchen: "You go, I will cancel the meeting." After speaking, he swung his arms round again and threw Su Sifang's body.

Before leaving, Lang Xingchen looked back. From the first time he met Lang Xingchen, he felt that Su Sifang's expression and demeanor were very similar to a "Buddha" in the temple. The expression is more like an ordinary person.

Although Lang Xingchen didn't quite understand Su Sifang's last Zen speech, she felt an inexplicable peace of mind. She always felt that things were not as bad as Sang Tong said. Su Sifang seemed to give her a promise, telling her She: Death is not immutable.

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