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This kind of fairy does the most work to exorcise evil spirits from the children.
Old people are superstitious that their children will be frightened when they
see unclean things, and then cry non- stop, so they look for someone.
Generally speaking, young people who do not believe in such things,
including some old intellectuals, are also dismissive of such things.
Pollard originally did the same.
He has been abroad for so many years if he said that he has never built
superstitious things, but today his right eye kept beating, and his daughter
followed the Syrian government
forces in military operations. He was really uneasy, so he suddenly
moved. One hexagram of mind.
So, he said to Charlie: “Charlie, if you have something to do, please do it first.
I’ll take a look over there.”
Charlie saw that the direction he was pointing to was the fortune-telling
booth, so he asked, “Uncle, are you going to find someone to do the
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Pollard nodded and sighed, “Hey, I now know why everyone has religious beliefs. It must be at a time when they
are so helpless. I really don’t know what to do, so I can only pin my hopes on Religious beliefs, or feudal
superstitions, which are mainly for psychological comfort.”
Charlie smiled slightly and said, “Anyway, I don’t have anything important, so I will go with you.”
Pollard didn’t think much, nodded, and went to the fortune- telling booth with Charlie.
At this moment, sitting in front of the fortune-telling booth was an old man with a dark panel, gray hair and
beard, and a little lean.
The old man looked like he was about 70 or 80 years old, sitting alone in front of the stall, wiping the beard on his
chin unhurriedly, quite a bit of aura.
Pollard came to him, and before he could speak, the old man asked him, “Does this gentleman want to ask good or
bad questions?”
Pollard nodded and said, “I want to ask for my daughter to see if she is safe.”
The old man hummed, pushed a bamboo tube full of bamboo sticks, and said, “Come on, thinking of your
daughter in your heart, then shake one to sign it out.”
Pollard hurriedly did it, thinking of his daughter, while shaking the bamboo tube, dozens of bamboo sticks in the
bucket continued to stick out as he shook, until one of them fell out of the bucket first.
Pollard opened his eyes, quickly picked up the bamboo sticks, looked down at the words on it, and said, “I heard
that tonight is Shangyuan, and the silver lanterns are shining forever; there is a gust of wind and rain for no
reason, and the lanterns turned off. String…what does this mean?”
The old man smiled slightly, and said unpredictably: “This is the 32nd lottery signed by Che Gongling. If you need
to cancel the signing, please spend five hundred, which is also a good fortune.”
When Charlie heard this, he concluded that the old man was a liar.
Asking for fortune-telling is a Taoist philosophy. As for randomness or blessing, this is the Buddhist
saying.
It is impossible for a Daoist disciple to say words like joy and blessing. This feeling is like a monk saying that he
can go to heaven to see God after donating money. The logic itself is problematic.
However, Pollard did not know this.
He heard the other party say that it would cost five hundred. Without any
hesitation, he took out his phone and asked, “Can I scan the QR code to
pay?”
The old man took out a receipt code that had been printed a long time ago,
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Pollard hurried to scan the QR code to pay. Charlie wanted to stop him, but
after another thought, he was like an ant on a hot pot, and he couldn’t stop
him, so he didn’t say much, just watched the changes.
Soon, Pollard’s payment was completed, and the elder’s pocket heard a sound
of “WeChat received five hundred”. He smiled with satisfaction and said: “Your
signature is for this sign. I heard that tonight is Shangyuan. The silver lamp and
the fire tree shine forever; there is a gust of wind and rain for no reason, and
the lamp turned off the orchestra. The meaning is very simple. In the violent
storm, the lights of thousands of houses are blown out, and the original
festivals of blowing, playing and singing disappeared.”
Speaking of this, he sighed, and said, “This is really the most unlucky one. The
lottery is drawn. No matter what you want to ask, you can summarize it in four
words.”
In desperation, Pollard asked, “Which four words?!”
The old man shook his head and sighed, “‘Everything is not good’!”
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