Chapter 4

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maybe grandma was too shocked. She was staring at the Taoist priest, unable to speak.

Yang Zimei looked at the Taoist priest and the old thread bound books on the bookshelf next to him. He raised his childish face and asked in a mature tone: "Taoist priest, can you learn the true art of chasing good fortune and avoiding evil and changing fate against heaven?"

The old Taoist's surprise deepened.

Such a sentence should not be uttered by a five-year-old girl, but the fact is just like this. What kind of evil child is this?

The old Taoist priest bent down, picked her up, went to the bookshelf, pointed to the lines of thread bound books and said, "these are all the metaphysical wealth left by our Chinese ancestors. There are five systems, including mountain, medicine, life, divination and phase. If you have certain accomplishments, you can make people pursue good fortune and avoid evil, and change your life against heaven."

She had been a prodigy for more than ten years in her previous life, but she never really believed in the so-called physiognomy. She thought that it was just the same thing that she talked about casually in order to make a living.

"Divination, divination, geomancy and physiognomy are not deceptive feudal superstitions?" Yang Zimei didn't care how people looked at her present age. She continued to ask.

"Feudal superstition?" The old Taoist sneered with disdain, "the real metaphysics is a kind of broad and profound philosophy, which is derived from the harmony of yin and Yang of human body, which can not be explained scientifically. With thousands of years of historical development, how can we say it is the superstition of Fengjia?"

After saying this, Lao Dao felt that what he was saying was too profound. Even the old lady beside him did not understand what he was saying. How could he pray for the five-year-old child to understand?

However, he found that the child seemed to understand, blinking a pair of black, but as deep as an adult looking at the books on the shelf.

"Good! I want to learn Metaphysics from you! "

Yang Zimei nodded and slipped down from the old Taoist's arms and said seriously.

Why can't she believe metaphysics, which is so mysterious and mysterious, after experiencing such fantastic things as rebirth? Being is reasonable. Since it has influenced the Chinese people for thousands of years, and people are extremely devout to believe it, it must be reasonable. It must be different from the blind Master in his previous life, but he learned a little bit to get money.

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in the previous life, there was a famous fortune teller in city A. every day, a large number of high-ranking officials and dignitaries were waiting in line for him to make divination and seek good fortune and avoid evil. The charge was very expensive, and the minimum threshold was 100000.

This makes her incomparably envious and envious. She sits on the street for a day, but she can't catch a guest, and the money that people are willing to give is very small, only a few yuan.

At that time, she couldn't understand why they were both fortune tellers and deceivers. How could their treatment be so different?

Now it seems that people may really have real talent and real learning, can really do to seek good fortune and avoid bad luck, and point out the wrong way of life.

Seeing her promise, the Taoist priest was very happy. He couldn't wait to say to his grandmother, "since this child wants to be a teacher with me, then, stay on the mountain in the future. I'll take her down the mountain and get together with you when I'm free."

Grandma's face was at a loss.

The old Taoist priest, who represented the living immortal, accepted her granddaughter as her apprentice, and wanted to teach her the way of immortality, which made her both happy and worried.

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when Yang Zimei thought about her tragic life when she was six years old, she didn't know whether it would change. She wanted to cherish the warmth of her family, so she was reluctant to leave home more.

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

Maybe she is used to her mature words, and the Taoist priest no longer looks at her with surprise, but treats her as an equal adult, thinks about it and nods, "OK, it's just that our metaphysics is broad and profound, and we can't learn it in a short time. You can do it when you're not in the mountains. Just go home every day and finish my homework."

Yang Zimei didn't know what homework he wanted to assign himself to do, but he didn't think it was difficult for her, so she nodded.

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

"Can you read?" The Taoist master took out the book of changes from the bookshelf and asked.

Yang Zimei nodded, "recognize a little, but not much!"

"Old fairy, the child's father is a teacher and can read many words." Grandma is on the side.

"Well, today you take this book home and recite it. Ask your father what you don't understand, and teach me the truth you don't understand!" Taoists are masters of their father's way.

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

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

"At six o'clock every morning, I will wait for you at the foot of the mountain!" With that, the old Taoist priest sat down on the bed where Yang Zimei had just been lying. He meditated with his eyes closed and ignored them.Grandma took Yang Zimei to leave.

Back home, her mother, Huang Xiuli, saw the white cloth on her forehead and asked her with heartache what had happened.

Grandma also told the story exactly.

"Niuniu, this child, is really in trouble, poor Niuniu!" Huang Xiuli hugged her in her arms with heartache all over her eyes.

Feeling the warmth of mother's love, Yang Zimei's heart gave birth to more sentimental attachment, and also held her mother tightly with her little hands.

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