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After Song Yan helped Wang Yanjun retrieve his wallet, he returned to his seat.

"Master!" He whispered to Master.

Daoist Yang, who had been meditating, opened his eyes and nodded at him, then closed his eyes again.Although Song Yan didn't tell him about catching the thief, he "saw" it all.He has been perceiving everything in the carriage with his spiritual sense, and even followed Song Yan to look at the carriage ahead.

Since benefiting from Song Yan's alchemy yesterday, his state of mind has been improved, and his spiritual consciousness has also become much stronger.This is very important to him, because his external avatar not only depends on the strength of Yangshen, but also has a keen sense of consciousness to better control it.

Song Yan didn't know that Daoist Yang's realm had improved, but he faintly noticed that his master had been practicing, even in such a noisy and shaking carriage, he was still practicing.

It was already evening, and many passengers began to eat, instant noodles, sausages, bread... The food was basically very simple.

Daoist Yang didn't eat after noon, so Song Yan didn't bother him, and took out a piece of bread and ate it lightly.

The middle-aged couple on the opposite side were also eating. Seeing that Song Yan was only eating bread, his wife handed over a box of yogurt and said, "It's okay to eat only bread, let's drink some yogurt!"

Song Yan smiled and shook his head, "No, thank you!"

"You're welcome, come on!" The elder sister was quite stubborn, she directly inserted a straw into the yogurt box, and put it on the tea table in front of Song Yan.

Song Yan couldn't refuse, so he had to thank him again and again, and the middle-aged couple also took the opportunity to chat with Song Yan.

It turned out that these two people were also from this city, and this time they were going to other places to investigate and join a restaurant. Hearing that Song Yan and Yang Daochang were Taoist priests in the Daqingling Shangshan Temple, they said that they would definitely visit the temple if they had the opportunity.

After chatting for a while, Song Yan felt that the two were quite serious, so he said, "Forgive me, you two have been frowning slightly, do you have something on your mind?"

The two couldn't help being taken aback, looked at each other and then looked away angrily.The woman opened her mouth first: "I was arguing all the time before getting in the car! I said that I want to learn crafts and open a shop, but he disagreed, saying that the tuition fee is too expensive, and the cost of opening a shop is also high. What if I lose money? I said I want to learn." How can technology not cost money? If you lose money, you can make money again, and you can’t always work for others for the rest of your life!”

"Don't you still have to go out to work if you lose money?" The man immediately muttered.

"Can't you think of something better? If you can't make money, you have to pay for it?" The woman said angrily.

Song Yan was afraid that the two of them would quarrel more and more, so he said directly: "Well, let me make a fortune teller for you. The fortune teller may not be accurate, so let me remind you!"

When the two heard it, their eyes lit up immediately!Although the little Taoist priests are young, they have all heard the people in front of them just now, and they have caught the thief!They took the initiative to show their favor because the little Taoist priest was capable. Didn't they expect him to be able to tell fortunes?

"That's a good thing!" The woman immediately laughed, "The Taoist priest, please do the math for us!"

Song Yan couldn't help laughing when he saw that the elder sister was so straightforward and unabashed, and then asked her: "Do you have any coins? You need six of the same!"

Daoist Yang knew several divination methods, but Song Yan currently only knows the 64 hexagrams of King Wen.The master told him that he could become a teacher if he practiced well, and practicing a few more could prove each other.So he was not in a hurry to learn new ones, and decided to practice this divination method first.

The couple on the opposite side started to rummage through their pockets, and finally they got together six five-cent coins.

"Shake the coin three times in both hands, and then throw it on the table." Song Yan instructed them to shake the hexagram.

According to what Song Yan said, the eldest sister scattered the coins on the tea table.Song Yan glanced at the six coins from right to left in order of characters, characters, characters, flowers, characters, flowers.

"The two are fighting for the road and are not willing to surrender, so they occupy the hexagram fee. There are obstacles in the transaction and travel, and the business partnership is normal." Song Yan read the hexagram casually.

"What do you mean?" the eldest sister asked nervously.

Song Yan continued to explain: "The order of the moon is not good, and it is easy to be idle. Good things are hard to come by, and it takes a lot of effort to ask for money."

The eldest sister's face turned ugly, she fell back on the backrest, and sighed deeply.

The eldest brother sighed and said: "Actually, we don't need the Taoist priest to calculate for us. We should know the result, because how long have we been arguing about this matter? We only saved 5 yuan in total, and the tuition fee is more than 1 yuan. The rest It’s definitely not enough to open a store, so we have to go out and borrow; now that we sell everything, who can guarantee that the fast food we sell will be popular?”

"Then what do you think we can do?" The eldest sister got a little angry, and immediately said, "I can only go out to work? It's not good to stand for a day in winter, and I can't make much money in a month! I don't think about myself. Opening a shop, even if you earn about the same as working as a part-timer, at least you won’t suffer!”

Song Yan didn't know if he should take the initiative to calculate this hexagram for them, so he had to persuade him: "This hexagram is only a matter of the moment, and the hexagram image also says that the moon is not good. I suggest you calm down and discuss it carefully. There will be a turnaround this month."

He wasn't sure if they would have a turnaround, but if he didn't give them hope at this time, it was estimated that the trip would be even more difficult.

The elder sister's complexion finally got better, she thought about it, and said: "Okay, I figured it out, let's go out and see what it looks like, don't rush to pay, so as not to be deceived! Just go on a trip and see the big cities What is popular, and then decide what to do!"

When the eldest brother heard his wife say this, his tone softened: "Yes, I have never taken you out to play, so let's treat it as a tour this time!"

Seeing that the two reconciled in a blink of an eye, Song Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then suggested with a smile: "Look up the strategy on the Internet, at least the food and accommodation are cheap, and the fun is better!"

"Yes, check it out quickly!" The eldest sister immediately took out her mobile phone and started to search for strategies online. The couple, head to head, kept pointing on the mobile phone and discussed in a low voice.

Seeing that the sadness and hostility between their brows had finally faded a little, Song Yan curled the corners of his lips in relief.

It was getting late outside the window, and most of the passengers calmed down. Some closed their eyes and started to sleep, and some played with their mobile phones with earphones. The loudest noise in the carriage was the clang and clang of the train as it moved forward.

Song Yan also closed his eyes and began to take a nap, but the phone in his arms vibrated suddenly.He took out his mobile phone and saw that it was Cui Yu who sent a WeChat message, which said: Brother Song, I want to sit with you 【Grievance】

Seeing the aggrieved expression behind him, Song Yan knew that Wang Yanjun was bullying Cui Yu again.

Cui Yu is young, and his mind is not very bright, and his grandmother begged hard to let Daoist Ji accept him, so some brothers in the temple don't like him very much.

When Song Yan was studying medicine at the Yaowang Temple, he usually only had two hours in the morning and weekend vacations. Although he knew everyone in the temple well, he didn't get together often.His main impression of Cui Yu was that when his grandma came to see a doctor, she brought him by her side.

The old lady is in poor health, thin and small, and her grandson is obviously taller than her grandma, but because of her timidity, she always hides behind her.

People with weak personalities are easily bullied.

Song Yan had to wake up Master, and after showing him the information on the phone, he said, "I'm going to change seats with Senior Brother Wang!"

After thinking for a while, Daoist Yang said, "Just say that I let him come over."

Song Yan immediately understood what the master meant. The master was afraid that Wang Yanjun would not give him face. "Okay!" Song Yan smiled at Master, got up and left.

When he came to Cui Yu and took a look, Song Yan knew why Cui Yu was wronged——Wang Yanjun stepped on the radiator under the window, and then leaned back to sleep, squeezing Cui Yu until only half of his butt was on the seat.

Seeing Song Yan coming, Cui Yu immediately looked at him pitifully.

Song Yan stretched out his hand and pushed Wang Yanjun. Seeing Wang Yanjun frowning and opening his eyes, he immediately said, "Senior brother, my master wants you to go over!"

"Oh!" Wang Yanjun endured his dissatisfaction and stood up, then walked back.

Seeing him go, Song Yan pushed Cui Yu, motioned him to sit inside, and then sat outside by himself.

"Will he be back soon?" Cui Yu asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry, my master won't let him go." Song Yan smiled and blinked at him, "Go to sleep for a while!"

"What about you?"

"I'll just meditate and rest!"

Wang Yanjun came to Song Yan's seat and saw that Daoist Yang was meditating with his eyes closed. He didn't know if Song Yan was lying to him, so he hesitated for a while before calling softly: "Daoist Yang!"

"Well, sit down." Daoist Yang still had his eyes closed.

Wang Yanjun sat down in Song Yan's seat, and then waited for Daoist Yang to speak, but after waiting for a long time, he did not speak, as if he had fallen asleep.

After sitting for a while, Wang Yanjun didn't dare to sleep and felt bored. He couldn't take it anymore and planned to get up and sneak back, but as soon as he moved, Daoist Yang put his hand on his shoulder lightly.

It was obviously a light touch, but Wang Yanjun couldn't move immediately. The pressure didn't come from one shoulder, but was overwhelmingly pressed on his whole body, which made him break out in a cold sweat instantly.

He only heard from his master that Daoist Yang cultivated well, but he didn't have a specific idea of ​​what it was. He thought he was just chanting scriptures like Master Gao Gong, and there would be no mistakes in the rituals.

Only now did he know that the so-called attainment of cultivation is really powerful, the kind that can crush ordinary people to death with one finger.

Wang Yanjun didn't dare to leave immediately, sat down obediently, and closed his eyes to meditate, quite obediently.

Daoist Yang withdrew his hand, as if nothing happened just now.

That night, the people in the hard-seat carriage finally stayed up until dawn through various sleeping positions, and then went to the sink to wash up.

Taking the opportunity of washing his face, Wang Yanjun finally returned to his seat. He never dared to sit with Daoist Yang again.

After Song Yan returned to his seat, he whispered to Master, "Master, you seem to have frightened Senior Brother Wang."

Daoist Yang didn't speak, but the corners of his lips were clearly hooked.

After Song Yan and his master had a simple breakfast, the news of their upcoming arrival was announced on the radio.

A group of four packed their luggage and got out of the car, and walked out of the station with the flow of people.Fuxing Temple did not send anyone to pick them up, so they had to take a taxi by themselves.

After Cui Yu took the initiative to bargain with a black car driver, the group of four finally got in the car and went straight to Fuxing Temple.

The author has something to say:

To lay the groundwork, the "journey" is a bit long...

Tomorrow, let's do a lucky star view~