Chapter 4 [002] Being Hit on the Head by a Mud Bodhisattva (3)

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Grandma may be too shocked, she stared blankly at the old Taoist priest, speechless.

Yang Zimei looked at the Taoist priest, then looked at the old thread-bound books on the bookshelf next to him, raised a childish face, but asked in a mature tone: "Daoist, can you learn the true way of seeking good fortune and avoiding evil?" The art of changing fate against the sky?"

The surprise in the old Taoist's eyes deepened.

Such a sentence should never have been uttered by a five-year-old girl, but the truth is, what kind of evildoer is this?

The old Taoist bent down, picked her up, walked to the bookshelf, pointed to the rows of thread-bound books and said, "These are the metaphysical treasures left by our Chinese ancestors, including mountains, medicine, life, divination, The five systems, including phase, if you have a certain level of cultivation, you can indeed make people seek fortune and avoid evil and change their fate."

In her previous life, she had been cheating and fooling around for more than ten years, but she never really believed in the so-called physiognomy, thinking that it was just something like her, who just made fun of it for the sake of eating.

"Divination, fortune-telling, feng shui physiognomy, aren't these deceptive feudal superstitions?" Yang Zimei didn't care what other people thought of her current age, and continued to ask maturely.

"Feudal superstition?" The old Taoist sneered with a disdainful expression, "Real metaphysics is a broad and profound philosophy, a kind of mysterious and mysterious knowledge that cannot be explained by science, derived from the harmony of yin and yang of the human body. The theory has thousands of years of historical development, how can it be said to be a superstition of the Feng family?"

After Lao Dao finished saying this, he felt that what he said was too esoteric. Even the old lady next to him didn't understand what he was talking about. How could he ask this five-year-old child to understand?

However, he found that the child seemed to understand, and was blinking at the books on the bookshelf with a pair of black and bright eyes like an adult.

"Okay! I want to learn metaphysics from you!"

Yang Zimei nodded, slipped down from the arms of the old Taoist priest, and said seriously.

She has experienced such incredible things as rebirth, so why can't she believe in such mysterious and mysterious things as metaphysics? Existence is reasonable, since it can affect the Chinese people for thousands of years, and people believe in it with incomparable piety, it must be reasonable. It must not be like the blind master in his previous life, but he just learned a little bit of fur. Money.

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In the last life, there was a very famous fortune-teller in City A. Every day, a large number of high-ranking officials and nobles waited in line for his fortune-telling and fortune-telling.

This made her extremely envious and jealous. She sat on the street for a day and couldn't catch a single customer, and the money they were willing to pay was very little, just a few dollars.

At that time, she couldn't understand why she was both a fortune teller and deceived people, and why was the treatment so different?

Now it seems that people are really talented and practical, and they can really do things like seek good luck and avoid bad luck.

When the old Taoist saw her consent, he was very happy. He couldn't wait to say to his grandmother, "Since this child wants to be my teacher, then stay on the mountain in the future. I will take her down the mountain to gather with you when I have time."

Grandma looked bewildered.

The old Taoist priest, representing a living god, accepted her granddaughter as an apprentice, and wanted to teach immortality or something, which made her both happy and worried.

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Yang Zimei thought of the tragic life that started when she was six years old. She didn't know if it would change. She wanted to cherish the warmth of the family at the moment, but she really didn't want to leave home more.

"Master, I don't want to stay on the mountain all day, I want to be with my family, so let's go. From now on, I will get up at six o'clock in the morning to study on the mountain for a while, and then go home in the afternoon." Yang Zimei suggested.

Maybe because he was used to her mature words, Lao Dao no longer looked at her in surprise, but treated her as an equal adult, thought about it, and nodded, "Alright, it's just that our metaphysics are broad and profound, It’s not something you can learn in a day and a half, you can do it even if you’re not in the mountains, as long as you go home every day and finish the homework I assign.”

Yang Zimei didn't know what the homework he wanted to do, but she believed it wasn't to embarrass her, so she nodded.

What's more, she also wants to learn some real skills as soon as possible within this year, so that her family can avoid the devastating disaster and rewrite her tragic life.

"Can you recognize the characters?" the Taoist master asked, pulling out the Book of Changes from the bookshelf.

Yang Zimei nodded, "I know a little bit, but not much!"

"Old immortal, the child's father is a teacher and can recognize a lot of words." Grandma said aside.

"That's good, you can take this book home and recite it today, ask your father about the words you don't understand, and teach me what you don't understand!" the Taoist master said.

Yang Zimei looked at the thick book with sweat, but didn't say anything, and took the book over.

If she can change her life, let alone recite a difficult ancient book, even if it is more difficult, she will do it.

"Then every morning at six o'clock, I will wait for you at the foot of the mountain for the master!" After the old Taoist finished speaking, he sat down on the bed where Yang Zimei was lying just now, closed his eyes and meditated, ignoring the two of them.

Grandma pulled Yang Zimei away.

Back at home, mother Huang Xiuli saw the white cloth on her forehead and asked to hold her in a heartache, asking what happened.

Grandma also explained things one by one.

"Niuniu, this child is really troubled, poor Niuniu!" Huang Xiuli hugged her tightly, her eyes full of heartache.

Feeling the warmth of mother's love, Yang Zimei's heart gave birth to more nostalgia, and she also hugged her mother tightly with her small hands.

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