The Monk

Chapter 911 Word Test

Zhang Ain waited patiently. Seeing that the fortune teller stopped talking again, he asked in a low voice: "Didn't he fall asleep again?"

"No, no! Have you ever seen anyone sleeping with their mouth open?" The fortune teller replied quickly. Zhang was afraid of what he was thinking: I guess this guy doesn’t know how to read faces, forget it, there’s no need to be serious with him, so he stood up and said, “Forget it, never mind.”

"That won't work. Once you give me money, you have to settle it. I can't owe anyone anything." The fortune teller was quite determined. "Then forget it." Zhang Ai said helplessly. The fortune teller hesitated for a while and said: "Your face and palm lines are very wonderful. If you match them with the horoscopes, you should be able to make a good diagnosis. But if you forget the horoscopes, I am a very responsible person and cannot talk nonsense. How about this? Let’s review the calligraphy, what do you think?”

"Okay." Zhang Ain replied. He had already determined that this guy was unreliable and left it to the fortune tellers.

"Okay, write me the first word that comes to mind right now." The fortune teller suddenly shouted. Thanks to Zhang's determination, he was not frightened. He lowered his head and searched carefully on the table and said, "You don't have pen and paper here."

"Then tell me, why doesn't such a big man know how to adapt?" The fortune teller was very reasonable.

Zhang Ain was too lazy to argue with him and said: "Afraid." It was his name and the first word that came to his mind.

The fortune teller finally calmed down and looked at Zhang Ain's face carefully, even more carefully than when he looked at his face just now. He said calmly: "Using the word "fear" to explain luck is nothing more than good or bad, but how can everything in the world be judged in such a simple way? ? The book says that a blessing in disguise is not a blessing. Luck changes invisibly and without reason. The blessing at this time may be the disaster tomorrow. It is difficult to explain in words. However, if you are asking for luck, it means you are not satisfied with your luck. There’s really no need to explain, people will ask for whatever they need. If I say this, I’m just trying to trick you.”

The fortune teller took a breath and continued: "If you want to understand luck, you must first understand your character. Every word and deed can affect your luck. I asked you to say words. If you say the word "fear" without thinking, it shows that there are many things to worry about. In terms of the meaning of the words, The white heart is empty and does not understand the world. It is afraid of people or things that you do not understand. In terms of the word shape, the word "fear" is split, one side is heart and the other side is white, which means that it emphasizes feelings and simple thinking. Mr. Guan has a strong character, is confident, kind, polite in his words, and generous in giving money. He is not an ignorant boy who has no regard for worldly affairs. It shows that Mr.’s fear is not a fear of confusion or fear, but a fear of concern and worry. "

Having said this, the fortune-teller looked at Zhangwei and saw that his face was expressionless, and continued: "The word "fear" not only means to be afraid, but also to make someone afraid. In other words, Mr. has a certain power and can scare others. , coupled with the fact that the husband is eager for justice and the gift is to help me out of trouble, taking the above points together, I can see that the husband values ​​friendship and has strong strength, and is a good person. Good people want to seek luck, but they are frustrated when encountering difficulties. Ask for relief. So I don’t need to worry, Mr. Luck, for you, is where your heart is and where your righteousness lies. Don’t worry about the troubles you encounter.”

"In other words, what you call bad luck is actually brought on by yourself. If you don't worry too much and don't bother doing things, you won't encounter problems that are difficult to solve. But since you worry about it, you will encounter some troubles. , but you get more, so you will always be afraid of trouble, but keep walking towards trouble." The fortune teller Luo said in a long way and didn't stop here.

Zhang Ain listened with a smile and said to himself: "You can really say it. Although everything you say is right, saying it is the same as not saying it." When the fortune teller stopped, he smiled and said: "In other words, my luck is still the same. Good or bad, the so-called trouble is just something I caused, and I don’t have to worry about it because it will be good for me?”

The fortune teller nodded and said yes: "If you didn't have so many troubles in the past, you wouldn't be like this today." Zhang Awei asked casually: "What am I like today?" The fortune teller avoided answering, looked at him and said softly One sentence: "You are the first person I have come across to tell fortunes since I set up a stall." His tone was different from before, as if he knew something.

Zhang Awei asked: "Who am I? What kind of person am I? Do you mean I'm kind? Can't people with good intentions tell fortunes?"

The fortune teller smiled and did not answer his question. Instead, he pointed at the little black bird on Zhang Ai's shoulder and said, "This bird is not bad." After the black bird Suzaku shrunk its body, it was smaller than a fist, and now it stood on his shoulder. For a long time, he remained motionless, as if he were fake.

Zhang Ain turned his head to look at the bird and replied: "Of course not bad." The fortune teller then moved his eyes to his right hand. There was a small green dragon in the cuff wrapped around his arm. The fortune teller's eyes seemed to be able to see through clothes. He paused for a while and then looked away and said, "You are very good. You are one of the few good people I have ever met. I hope you live a long life."

Zhang Ai was confused when he heard what he said. He always felt that the fortune teller had something to say, as if he was hiding something, and he seemed to know himself very well, so he said: "Just say the word "fear" in your mouth, and I will say it." Become a good person?”

The fortune teller chuckled, put on an unpredictable and profound posture and said softly: "What do you think?"

Zhang Awei looked at the fortune teller carefully, looked at it for a while and said: "What did I say? You are a fortune teller, I am not. However, I spent twenty taels of silver anyway, please give me a solid account, you Don’t you know how to read faces at all? How can you explain a few words?”

The fortune teller pretended to be angry and said: "Nonsense! The ancestor has been passed down for thousands of years, he has judged gods and ghosts, and judged yin and yang. He is the number one fortune teller in the Yan Kingdom. How dare you underestimate me and slander me? Tell you, I would be very angry. If it weren't for the lack of money, , I will definitely throw twenty taels of silver into your face."

Zhang Wen continued to stab him: "The number one physiognomist in the Yan Kingdom? Is this the case for ten thousand years of inheritance? Isn't it true in ten words?"

"That's because Shu Zi has low knowledge and doesn't understand the world, so he misinterprets the meaning of my words. Are you the same as them?" the fortune teller argued.

Zhang Wen laughed. The more he talked, the more he felt that there was something wrong with this fortune teller. It seemed that he was not just a fortune teller. I was surprised when I was leaving the city just now. It was in this place, maybe it was related to the fortune teller.

He once again used his soul to explore his body, but unfortunately still found nothing. The physiognomist's body is empty, there is no spiritual breath, he is an ordinary person. Judging from his appearance and clothing, he is an ordinary person, and a very ordinary ordinary person. He does not have the luxury and comfort of fine clothes and fine food, and does not have the unrestrained appearance of a cultivator. He is just a working common man, with dust on his face and stained clothes, and longing for wealth and honor. of working people.

I laughed to myself, it seemed that not only had I seen a ghost today, but I had also become suspicious. He cupped his hands and said, "It's my fault, Mr. Tutu. Thank you very much for your kind words. I'll take my leave."

The fortune teller didn't leave him alone. He smiled, raised his hand slightly to say goodbye, and Zhang Wen walked towards the east gate again. He used words to probe and scanned the fortune tellers with his spiritual consciousness, but found nothing, so he had to give up. Little did he know that the fortune teller was staring at his back and said softly: "I still lack patience."

Zhang was afraid of going out of the city and planned to go back to Tianlei Mountain to think again. There is a saying that there is strength in numbers. He wanted to gather disciples all over the mountain to figure it out together, but he didn't believe that nearly a hundred thousand disciples couldn't think of a way to save Hai Ling?

At this time, he no longer thought about separating Hai Ling from the divine formation, nor did he think about finding all the masters to reset the divine formation. He wanted to ask the disciples if there was any way to block the passage. As long as the fish-headed monster on the other side of the passage cannot come out, everything else is easy to say.

After leaving the city, he walked eastward for a few miles and came to a deserted place. Just as he was about to fly into the air, a pitiful cry suddenly came from his ears. Out of curiosity, Zhang put his mind to check, and then let out a long sigh. Every time there is injustice in the world, the most painful thing is... What's strange to him is that wherever there are people there are bad people, no matter the country or the country. There are really countless weird ones.

He flew over and saw a high mountain more than 10,000 meters away, with a road at the foot of the mountain. At this time, there were more than a hundred people crowded on the road. On one side were fierce bandits wielding swords and sticks, numbering more than sixty, and on the other side were four guards and more than forty women and children. These four were good at martial arts and dared to fight. The carriage blocked the way, but they were able to barely fight to a draw with the opponent. But this tie is only temporary. As long as the gangsters surround them, they will definitely die.

There were still more than 20 guards running away in the distance, completely ignoring that their companions were being robbed and only focusing on their own survival.

There were several huge logs across the road in front of the carriage. Behind the logs were three tall horses. On the horses sat three tough gangsters, one wearing soft armor, one dressed as a scribe, and one with his arms open. On the other side of the giant tree, bandits attacked the guards. When Zhang Ain arrived, several people on both sides had died, and more than a dozen people were injured.

The four guards were working hard and had no time to pay attention to the women. A group of women screamed in panic, and some fled far away. Most of them just stayed in the carriage or sat on the ground crying. Most were young women, but a few girls. Zhang was afraid The shouts heard were their shouts. There were more than a dozen carriages crossing the road, either loading people or carrying goods. They had all stopped at this time. The horses pulling the carriages were restless. Unfortunately, they had no way forward and were trapped together. Some belongings were scattered beside the carriages.

There were many gangsters and few guards, so some gangsters targeted the woman. A dozen gangsters jumped out, each grabbed a woman and walked toward the giant tree, shouting: "Brother, give these to the younger ones." , there will be better ones later.”

The man with his open arms said angrily: "Hurry up and do the work, if you miss one, I will kill you."

A dozen gangsters hurriedly pushed the woman in their hands to the ground, leaving two guards behind, and the remaining few gathered around again. At this time, Zhang was afraid that they were coming, so he shouted loudly to stop. The sound was as loud as thunder, and both parties involved in the fierce battle were frightened and stopped to look over. Several women were so frightened by this shout that they fainted and fell to the ground.

It was clear at a glance that the situation was a robbery by bandits. But Zhang was afraid of being killed accidentally, so he came to the killing place like a light smoke, kicked all the bandits away one by one, and then said to the robbers: "Send these people back."

His movement was clean and agile, and he kicked away the twenty or so gangsters at the front in a moment. The other gangsters realized something was wrong and took the initiative to retreat some distance and form an encirclement circle. When the bandit leader knew that he had met an expert, the scribe raised his hand and said: "Jiyashan Zhifeng Village brothers are polite. My brother is doing something. As the saying goes, everyone who sees you has a share. Please wait for a while, wait for us to do something good, and leave a big gift for me." brother."