Chapter 56 Black Bamboo Gua
"Woo woo, master." He turned his head unintentionally and shouted for a while, but was soon taken away by the secret guards.
Seeing that the girl was still looking at the place where she had disappeared intentionally, Ming Yan winked at the maid beside him.
The maid hurried forward and said softly, "Madam, it's getting cold, you should go to bed early."
I looked away and nodded.
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On a street in Xidu City, there was a bustling flow of cars and a burst of noise in the air. An old man in ancient clothes was walking on the sidewalk, standing out and even a little out of place. The old man had high cheekbones, a face full of wrinkles, and a goatee that was a little sparse and pale. Perhaps because of the fatigue of walking, he looked like Zhang Guolao in the story of the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea. This man was Yang Dadan, the Yin-Yang master of Shijia Bay, and the only disciple of the divine fortune teller Yang Keshui. He came here for no other reason than to worry about his granddaughter's 100-day death.
At this time, Yang Dadan's mind kept echoing Yang Keshui's letter. The content of the letter was quite strange. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was something else in it, so he took out the letter from his jacket pocket again and read it softly: "Dandan, seeing the letter is like seeing the person. It has been nearly ten years since we last met in Shijia Bay. You promised me a thousand gold coins. Yuntian is high-minded and has good relationships around you. If you abide by the rules, you will surely have a good karma cycle in the future." Yang Dadan's brows relaxed a little when he read this, but he was still entangled in his heart, so he continued to read softly: "The spirit pearl was born from a corpse, so there is no need to worry about it. There must be a reason for the karma cycle. Gold is easy to get, but disasters may be avoided. Clouds and fog cover the sky, but good relationships can be formed but not resolved. You still need to get them and help them. Remember, remember. There was no name or words at the end of the signature, just a black bamboo hexagram written with a red tube (brush). "
Looking at the bustling crowd, thinking that there was not much contact after Uncle Jiu left, what if he was really the son of Master Yang Keshui? What if he was not? Even though Yang Dadan was proficient in Yin and Yang hexagrams, he was in a state of panic when facing the matter of his own granddaughter. When he left a few days ago, he promised his son and daughter-in-law that he would bring his granddaughter back to Shijiawan, but now he didn't even know where his granddaughter was. Just when he was at a loss, he heard the sound of a few bamboo hexagrams being knocked. Although the crisp sound of the bamboo hexagrams falling to the ground was far away, it seemed to knock on Yang Dadan's heart.
He raised his head suddenly and found that there was an extremely strange-looking shop in front of him. Although there was a plaque hanging on the doorhead of the main entrance, there was no word on it. Instead, there were a few large characters written on the ancient capitals: "Watch the prosperous times in the morning and decide the fate of the world in the evening." He thought to himself that this shop owner was very arrogant and it seemed that he was a man with a great mind. I just didn't know what kind of business he was doing. I would have to communicate with him after meeting him. Maybe I could get some clues about Tian'er from him.
While he was thinking, he heard the door creak open, and saw a clerk in a green gown came out. The clerk had a handsome face, deep eyes, a straight nose, and looked very energetic. He looked at the person in surprise, and quickly bowed and said, "Hello, old man, are you looking for a place to stay?"
Even though Yang Dabao had thought of a thousand ways to start a conversation, he never expected the clerk to ask such a question. He quickly thought, could this be a hotel for lodging?
"Old sir, do you want to stay overnight?" Seeing that the kind-looking old man in front of him did not respond, the clerk was worried that he did not understand what he said, so he asked again.
Yang Dabao laughed and said, "It's really great that you can stay here, little brother. I just don't know how much the hotel fee is?"
The clerk looked at the old man in front of him and said, "If you are destined to be with me, I won't charge you a penny."
"Then what does fate mean?" Yang Dabing suddenly felt doubtful.
"Sir, do you know a thing or two about posthumous rituals, matters of yin and yang, and divination?" the clerk said maturely.
Yang Dabao's anxious heart was temporarily relieved, and he laughed loudly, "To be honest, little brother, I am not talented, but I just happen to like this matter of yin and yang divination. However, yin and yang are a blessing for believers, and those who are not blessed will definitely not like these." The clerk smiled slightly and said, "Then please come in, sir. My host invites you."
Yang Dabing was slightly startled, but he did not dare to refuse, for fear of losing any clues in his hundred-day search.
Following the clerk into the accommodation, I found that there were winding paths and a different world in the inner courtyard. In the center of the lobby, there was a wooden house with grass and rockery. There was an underground river under the house, and there was a sound of flowing water. Looking down, I could see stones and small fish and shrimps at the bottom of the river. This was simply a home like a paradise. I guess the owner must be an elder with a fairy-like appearance... Yang Dadan couldn't help but marvel secretly.
"Sir, this way please." Before he could take a closer look, he heard the clerk's voice and hurriedly followed. After walking more than ten meters along the stream, he saw a corridor made of bamboo gardens. There were rockery peaks around the corridor. I don't know why, but I always feel that this place is very familiar. The more I look at it, the more surprised I feel.
"Sir, please take a seat. The host will be here soon." The clerk took Yang Dabing to the hall and then left.
On the golden nanmu tea table, there was a black bamboo hexagram, and next to it, a cup of tea was slowly steaming...
Yang Dabing's heart suddenly pounded. Wasn't this the Black Bamboo Hexagram that his master Yang Keshui had left for him? Yang Dabing stretched out his trembling hands and picked up the Black Bamboo Hexagram on the coffee table, and then took out the Black Bamboo Hexagram in his arms. When the two Black Bamboo Hexagrams were placed together, the patterns and veins on the hexagrams were exactly the same.
"Master, have I found you?" Yang Dabing felt his nose getting sore and tears were about to roll out of his eyes.
"Sir, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I'm late." A handsome young man came over, exhausted. He had black straight hair, sharp black eyes hidden in his slanted sword-like eyebrows, and sharp-edged lips. His tall but not rough figure was like an eagle in the night. He was cold, lonely, but domineering, and was humbly saluting him.
Yang Dabing hurriedly returned the greeting and asked curiously, "I guess you are the owner of the store. I'm afraid I'm sorry to bother you today.
The beautiful young man smiled and bowed again, saying, "Old sir, you are welcome. I have a connection with you and you are my guest. I dare not neglect you."
Yang Dabing was no longer polite and sat down. However, he was still feeling disappointed that his master Yang Keshuang was not there.
"I dare not hide it from you, old sir. I have a favor to ask of you. I hope you can give me some advice." The handsome young man's eyes, which had just been sharp, became as elegant as mist, as if he was filled with great worry.
Yang Dabao naturally did not dare to take on more responsibility, and said solemnly: "I think you must be the owner of your store. I am ordinary in ability, and I don't know if I can help you. I am afraid that it will cause regrets."
The beautiful young man shook his head and said, "I just need you to tell my family's fortune and predict their marriage and fate."
(End of this chapter)
