Maoshan ghost hunter

Outside the gate of the main hall, an old Taoist priest was sitting on a bench, with a table in front of him, and a stick in front of him, and two men and women who looked like mountain people were sitting in front of him, asking the Taoist priest to read their palms.

"Little uncle, do you think this Taoist priest is accurate in fortune-telling?" Xiaoyu asked in a low voice.

"do not know."

Ye Shaoyang pulled her into the hall, bought three sticks of incense for 100 yuan, paid homage to Sanqing first, and then walked to the side hall.

There was a Taoist nun sitting at the entrance of the side hall, who stopped him and said, "Ask for a lottery and hexagrams, and line up at the entrance."

Ye Shaoyang said: "Which one is the abbot?"

The Taoist nun glanced at him and said, "Why are you looking for a presiding officer? It's still a dojo for consecration. If you do consecration, the charge is [-] for statues weighing less than one kilogram, and [-] for statues weighing more than one kilogram. Two pieces will be [-]% off and three pieces will be [-]% off. Three thousand, two hours for six people, car pick-up and drop-off..."

Ye Shaoyang and Xiaoyu stared at the nun in front of them in dumbfounded.

Xiaoyu said: "Auntie, were you a salesman before?"

"What do you mean? In the past, I was a salesman. I belonged to the management committee of the scenic spot. I only wore Taoist robes for the convenience of business."

You can still do this!

Ye Shaoyang pointed to the Taoist priests in the room who were chanting scriptures and ringing the bell and asked, "Where are these?"

"These are true Taoists."

The aunt led them to a counter, and saw that there were all amulets, mahogany swords and the like, claiming that they had been consecrated.

Ye Shaoyang asked the price, and said with a smile: "Auntie, your business is not authentic. I always sell three hundred pieces of consecration amulets on the mountain. I think it's ridiculous, but you actually sell them for six hundred!"

The aunt looked at him vigilantly, and said, "Which unit do you belong to? You can't be a colleague here looking for trouble."

Ye Shaoyang hurriedly said no, but in the end he had no choice but to spend 88 to buy a small mahogany sword. Because the shape looked pretty good, he gave it to Xiaoyu to play with.For the sake of their shopping, the aunt told them that the fortune teller at the door was the abbot.

After going through such a big effort, he finally found the real master. Ye Shaoyang was walking towards the gate of the palace, feeling sore for the 88 yuan he had just spent.

As soon as they went out, Ye Shaoyang and the two were immediately stunned by the scene in front of them:

Two monks were sitting on the threshold, one of them stretched out his hand in vain and fat, and asked the old Taoist to read his palm, and the companion next to him also read it with great interest.

"You, life has many peach blossoms, and right now there is a peach blossom disaster..."

When Xiao Yu heard this sentence, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Chapter 1166

"Fuck, monks actually ask Taoist priests to tell their fortunes, what kind of world is this!" Ye Shaoyang also stared straight at him, "If such strange things appear among our Taoist priests, I must hack them to death!"

The two monks were very satisfied after finishing their fortune-telling. They clasped their hands together to thank the old Taoist priest, proclaimed Amitabha, and left contentedly.

Ye Shaoyang and Xiaoyu watched the two monks go away, their hearts were in a mess.

"Hongmeng Avenue, all things are the same, good fortune is infinite, Buddha is the way!" The old Taoist stroked his beard, squinted and smiled at Ye Shaoyang, it was close to noon, and there were no pilgrims in the hall, so the old Taoist noticed them.

"It's good to say that Buddha is Tao." Ye Shaoyang thought to himself, this sentence is really suitable here.

The old Taoist beckoned to the two of them, "Come, come, two male and female, wait for the poor Taoist to do a fortune-telling for you, break through the fog, and point out your life. Life has one fate, two luck, three geomantic omens, four hearts, five phases and six names. Family affection, friendship, love, civil service exams, and promotions in the workplace are all related to this, come and listen, listen to the stern words, help you with ideas, solve your troubles, and become a winner in life..."

Ye Shaoyang was dumbfounded when he heard it.

"I said, where did you learn this stuff? You are a Taoist priest, not a spiritual lecturer. Why do you care about everything?"

The old Taoist chuckled, "The cowhide is not for bragging, and the train is not for pushing. Let Pindao do a fortune telling for you. If you are not sure, you will not get any money."

Ye Shaoyang thought it was fun, walked over, sat down on the stool in front of the old Taoist priest, and said, "Tell me first, what is the relationship between us."

The old Taoist looked at the two of them separately, and said, "You...a couple..."

Suddenly seeing a sly smile on the corner of Xiaoyu's mouth, he rolled his eyes and said immediately, "That's impossible."

Ye Shaoyang secretly laughed in his heart, this old Taoist priest is good at observing words and expressions.

The old Taoist said: "You are brothers and sisters, right?"

Seeing that Ye Shaoyang remained silent, the old Taoist grabbed Ye Shaoyang's hand and began to count. Ye Shaoyang felt very disappointed when he listened: This old Taoist is just like those charlatans outside, only picks good words, and sounds full of jargon. In fact, it is bluffing and deceit, which makes people feel very professional.

Ye Shaoyang originally wanted to use fortune telling to test the depth of the old Taoist priest, but he didn't expect that the abbot was also a counterfeit, but since he came, he had to give it a try.

Immediately, he waved his hand to the old Taoist priest who was still talking, and said: "Okay, don't talk nonsense, listen to me: seeing a mountain is not a mountain, seeing water is not water, the cyclamen in the clouds come, Baoshan doesn't know name."

——I don't know where this is, Cyclamen, it's to mark your identity as a Taoist priest.Baoshan is an honorary name.

Ye Shaoyang didn't have any hope when he said this, but the old Taoist was stunned for a moment, his eyes suddenly shot out, and he looked Ye Shaoyang up and down.

Then arched his hands, crossed them together, shook three times on the left and right, and said in a loud voice: "The mountain is Taiyi Mountain, and the water is Sanqingshui. Your guest comes with a cloud, how many layers of sky do you go straight down to?"

——Taiyi and Sanqing are both Taoist terms, which mean that you are a Taoist priest. The last two sentences are compliments, because Taoism has a saying of 33 heavens, and those who can go up are gods.

When Ye Shaoyang heard it, he smiled with satisfaction, saluted, and said, "Maoshan League Wei Tianshi Tao."

The old Taoist was startled, and said suspiciously: "The poor Taoist will not go down the mountain for a long time, don't fool me."

Ye Shaoyang didn't want to talk about incisions anymore, and wasted time, so he directly took out the Tianshi card and slapped it on the table.

The old Taoist picked it up, rubbed his hands, and knew it was true. He immediately returned it to Ye Shaoyang, stood up and bowed his head and said, "I have seen the Shangxian. The abbot of the poor Taoist Chunyang Palace, Wang Daoqian."

Ye Shaoyang returned the gift, looked him up and down, and said with some surprise: "You are a group of abbots, why do you set up a stall here to tell fortunes, and run the train with your mouth, there is no truth."

"Cough cough, the current situation is not good, so I have nothing to eat." Wang Daoqian sighed, "As for fortune-telling... It's not that the poor are willing to talk nonsense, but they often tell the truth, and others don't believe it, and they can't listen to bad things. Later, Pindao learned to be smart, and only said good things, not the truth."

Speaking of this, Wang Daoqian glanced at Xiaoyu, "This girl has a bad complexion, her brows are gray, she may be in trouble soon."

Xiaoyu said: "How is it possible, I'm fine."

Wang Daoqian laughed and said: "Yes, everyone is like this. If you say good things, you will believe them, but if you say bad things, you will not believe them."

Xiaoyu suddenly realized that he wanted to ask a question, but after thinking about it carefully, with Ye Shaoyang by his side, there was no need for him to ask others, so he refrained from asking.

Wang Daoqian stood up, called a Taoist priest from the main hall to help him take over, then took Ye Shaoyang and Xiaoyu through the main hall, and exited through the small gate of the side hall. There was a small path down the mountain, halfway up the mountain, and through a bamboo forest , a dilapidated Taoist temple appeared in front of it, and the name of the Taoist temple is still called "Chunyang Palace".

As soon as he entered the Taoist temple, there were several lines of large characters engraved on the pillars that first entered the courtyard. Wang Daogan proudly asked Ye Shaoyang to identify them.

"The first ancestor of Dajiang was Chunyang, and the nine-turn pill became Taoist and prosperous; there is no other word for the heart-to-heart transmission today, and I hope that everyone will sail with kindness."

Ye Shaoyang read it silently, and said, "Is this poem written by Lu Chunyang?"

"That's right. Back then, Lu Dongbin held a temple here and built the Chunyang Palace. He wrote this poem himself to encourage his disciples to practice Taoism. It's just that there were too many Buddhist temples here, and Lu Dongbin thought it was noisy, so he left here..."

Xiao Yu didn't wait to finish listening, clapping his hands and said: "I know this. Lu Dongbin was summoned by Wu Zetian to found a sect in Huashan, and he became Da Chunyang later!"