“In one’s lifetime, one is subject to birth, aging, sickness and death, and many disasters come one after another. Although you have survived the disaster that year, your future will still be full of disasters. If there is no magic method to resolve it, I’m afraid…” The old monk shook his head and sighed.
"Please tell me what disaster I have encountered." Shen Luo said.
"In this world of mortals, there are countless disasters. Even gods and Buddhas cannot escape them, let alone us mortals. Your face is rosy and your energy is abundant, but your forehead is pale. You look strong on the outside but weak on the inside. Therefore, I conclude that your disaster is related to longevity and fate. Am I right?" The old monk laughed.
"What do you mean by strong on the outside but weak on the inside, or life span doomsday? I don't believe in that. Since you are so good at calculating, why don't you just calculate why I am here?" Shen Luo was shocked in his heart, but he remained calm on his face. He snorted and said.
“This is easy to handle. However, when I started my apprenticeship, I set a rule that I must charge money for fortune-telling. You see…” The old monk showed a smile on his face.
"Hey, then you have to calculate carefully. My silver is not easy to take." Shen Luo raised his eyebrows and took out another piece of silver.
"Don't worry, my dear guest. My master has great magical powers and will definitely be able to help you solve your problems." The young monk at the side swiftly put away the two pieces of silver and said with a smile.
"I hope so." Shen Luo glanced at the little monk and said.
The old monk took out a sealed bamboo tube from his arms, took out six copper coins with his other hand and put them into it, then held it in his arms, muttering something with a solemn expression.
After a dozen breaths, Lao He suddenly opened his eyes, picked up the bamboo tube and shook it.
The rustling sound echoed around, neither fast nor slow, with some strange rhythm, but it made people feel inexplicably peaceful.
Shen Luo's eyes moved, and he thought to himself that this old liar seemed to have some tricks, and not all of them were scams.
The old monk shook the bamboo tube nine times in a row, opened the lid of the bamboo tube and gently poured six copper coins onto the table, arranging them in two rows. He looked at them carefully for a while and nodded slightly.
"Is it over?" Shen Luo raised his eyebrows.
"Okay, this is the Jie hexagram, the first nine, looking for an opportunity to come, Qin and Liu are threatening each other, so you can get it. My young friend, you come here to find something, right?" The old monk looked up and said.
Shen Luo's expression froze, and there was a look of disbelief in his eyes.
"The word Qin means west, so the thing is in the west of the city. As for the word Liu, it does not mean willow, but should refer to a specific place. My friend, go to the west of the city and look for a place with the word "Liu". It should be there." The old monk lowered his head and continued.
Shen Luo looked at the old monk in front of him with a gloomy expression, but a huge wave was rising in his heart.
He had never told anyone about his search for the thousand-year-old magical milk, yet this old monk was able to calculate it. Could he really be able to predict everything
The crowd watching nearby looked at Shen Luo's expression and realized that the old monk's calculation was correct, so they all rushed forward.
"My lord, I have something I would like you to calculate for me."
"Master, please tell me your fortune, too."
“Thank you all for your support, but I have a rule that I only tell fortunes three times a day, and now I have used up the three. If you want to have your fortune told, please come back tomorrow. My good disciples, please pack up your stall and let’s go find a place to have a drink… oh no, go beg for alms.” The old monk stood up, bowed to everyone, picked up the white cloth that was used as a guide for the immortals next to him, turned around and strode away.