Chapter 975: The World's No. 1 Magician

How is Dai Zongfu? Qi Luqing is gone.

The good fortune clock is beautiful, and the yin and yang are at dawn.

Zeng Yun was born by swinging the chest, and the returning bird entered the canthus.

It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see all the small mountains.

This is Du Fu, the sage of poetry, praising Mount Tai and expressing his shocking and emotional swan song through the ages. Even those who have never been to Mount Tai can feel the majesty and magnificence of Mount Tai from the lines. And climb to the top overlooking the majestic weather of the mountains.

And at the southern foot of Mount Tai is the famous Dai Temple, the imperial palace.

Dai Temple, commonly known as "Dongyue Temple", was first built in the Han Dynasty. It was the place where the emperors of all dynasties held the Zen ceremony and worshiped the God of Mount Tai. In addition, it was also a holy place for the mainstream Quanzhen sect of Taoism.

Like other temples, there are quite a few Taoist priests who tell fortunes, or people who make a living by doing so. Most of these people are connected with the temple, or they are Taoist priests in this Dai Temple, and their income is also paid to the temple. Those who pay offerings.

Speaking of which, most of these people also understand some Zhouyi, four pillars, bone touching, and face-to-face methods. They are not considered liars, but whether they are accurate or not depends on their own luck.

But more than half a year ago, a strange thing happened in front of this temple.

One day, suddenly there was a fortune-telling booth in front of the temple. Behind a table of eight immortals, there was a grand teacher's chair. On the chair sat a handsome young man wearing a white ancient Hanfu gown and holding a Taoist scripture.

This little gentleman has a rule for fortune-telling, one time, the hexagram gold is worth 10,000 yuan, and every hour, that is, only one person is counted for two hours. When to close the stall depends on your mood, sometimes even a day There are no booths, and sometimes you can sit for a day with a book of Taoism.

As far as Mr. Xiao looks, there is really nothing to choose, with red lips and white teeth, eyes like bright stars, he is more handsome than those little fresh meat stars, but behind him stands a golden banner with the words "the best fortune teller in the world" , but it is a bit unflattering.

Whether it is the fortune-telling colleagues around or the tourists who come to see him every day, they all feel that this little gentleman is young and his tone is too loud.

But the strange thing is that if others were like this, the Taoist priests in Dai Temple or the management of the scenic spot would have been sent away long ago.

But this handsome young man has nothing to do, and besides, there is a middle-aged Taoist priest who is always there to serve him. When the little gentleman is free and reads the scriptures, he serves tea and water, and the service is not thoughtful.

When this little gentleman just set up his stall,

Due to his young age, he can't win the trust of others, so the business can be said to be empty.

It wasn't until someone recognized that the Taoist priest who served tea and water for the little gentleman behind him every day was a well-known Taoist priest in Dai Temple, and once the host actually served him for a few days, it attracted the attention of others. , thus becoming the first local tyrant who dared to eat crabs.

The local tyrant spent 10,000 hexagrams of gold and thought it was too expensive at the beginning, but three days later, the local tyrant came to the hexagram booth without saying a word, knelt down, kowtowed a few times, and offered a million gifts.

It turned out that the only son of the local tyrant had a life-and-death disaster, which was calculated by the little gentleman in advance. Although he was dubious, the local tyrant took precautions after he returned. Unexpectedly, what happened later was not the same as what the little gentleman said. Not bad at all, and the son of the local tyrant escaped unharmed.

So far, the name of magic fortune has been widely spread, and there is an endless stream of people who come to ask for divination every day. Not only local tyrants, but ordinary people also spend tens of thousands of yuan to ask this little gentleman for advice.

But among those who have been pointed out, no one thinks that the money is not worth the money, and all of them say that they are accurate and calculating, so the name of "the world's number one magic calculation" has become more and more widespread, and even thousands of miles away, there are people who admire it. Come to ask for a lottery.

Later, some colleagues were jealous of this little gentleman and reported it to the relevant department, but as soon as the investigation results of the relevant department came out, the little gentleman's business became even more prosperous.

It turned out that half of the little gentleman's fortune-telling income was donated to the Taishan Taoist Association for the repair of Taoist temples and historical sites, and the other half was donated to the surrounding orphanages, and he didn't even take a cent of it.

You have to know that his daily income, plus the gifts of gratitude from the believers, can range from tens of thousands to tens of millions a day. After a month, this can be said to be an astronomical figure. People are impressed.

In the end, it was rumored among the people that many government officials, even high-level central officials, came to ask for advice.

This also led to Mr. Xiao's reputation growing day by day. In the end, the number of people who came to ask for divination every day can be described as a sea of ​​people. In addition, Mr. Xiao is only counted as one person every hour. If the number is ranked, even after several years not finished.

Later, the abbot of the Dai Temple thought of a way to discuss with Mr. Xiao to draw lots among the people who came to ask for divination every hour, and those who won the red lottery would be the predestined ones, which would also reduce many disputes.

On this day, a tour group of nearly 30 people was brought by the tour guide to Dai Temple, the first stop of mountain climbing.

These people are all in their twenties, and they are all classmates who have graduated from college for several years. They gather together again to visit Mount Tai and recall the time of their former classmates.

When I saw a crowd of people surrounding a fortune-telling booth in front of the gate of Dai Temple, some of these people asked the tour guide what was going on.

The guide said with a smile: "This is a new attraction of our Mount Tai, and there is an endless stream of people who come here every day..." He immediately explained the matter of Mr. Xiao.

"I only heard that this little gentleman's surname is Xin, but I don't know his name. The Taoist priests in Dai Temple all call him Mr. Xin!"

A charming and beautiful woman in this team wondered: "Really, I think that little gentleman is younger than us, is he twenty years old, but he is really handsome, even I am tempted!"

The tour guide said with a smile: "That's not on the list. Look over there, those girls are all Mr. Xiao's support group. They come to give gifts and refreshments every day. It's a pity that Mr. Xiao is said to be a practitioner, so they refuse to accept them all!"

The woman turned her head and smiled at the young man with a quiet face but a strong body: "Ye Fan, you are a local tyrant now, why don't you do the math!"

Her words aroused unanimous applause from the surrounding students. In fact, these people were also very curious about this little gentleman who could count thousands of dollars in one hexagram. They wondered if the calculation was really as accurate as the tour guide said.

Just as Ye Fan was about to speak, he heard another ordinary-looking young man with gloomy eyes in the team disdainfully say: "Some people believe such liars, only fools would count them!"

When he said this, the scene suddenly became cold.

The tour guide said unhappily: "This gentleman can't just talk nonsense. The little gentleman's daily income is usually used for the repair of Taoist temples and historic sites, and the other half will be donated to the nearby orphanage. You are not cheating!"

The beautiful woman who spoke before hurriedly stepped forward and stopped in front of the two of them: "I'm sorry, my classmate is also unintentional!"

She felt a little embarrassed by stopping the young man who had spoken before, and immediately said: "Lin Jia, don't worry, is he a liar? If you don't believe me, I'll expose him!"

As he spoke, he separated the crowd and squeezed forward.

"Liu Yunzhi, don't act recklessly!" The girl named Lin Jia didn't stop her, and Liu Yunzhi had already pushed forward from behind the crowd.

The tour guide stomped anxiously: "Why is this person like this, what quality!"

Lin Jia turned her head to Ye Fan and said, "Ye Fan, you are in good health, go and stop him!" There were too many people in front of him, and Lin Jia was frightened when she saw it, and she didn't dare to squeeze past.

Ye Fan smiled and said: "There are so many people here, nothing will happen, let's take a look first!" (To be continued.)