When Shen Qian was born, a monk died at the door.
The monk said: This woman has a hard life. She suppresses all her relatives and friends. She hates relatives and hates each other. Her life is not smooth and her death is miserable.
Tao said: This woman's life is precious, she has good luck and good luck, she is a person who is superior to others, she is the most able to prosper her husband, and she has a good fortune.
The monk touched his palms and smiled: "The monk has enlightened." It turns out you were right and I was wrong.
Tao shook his head and smiled bitterly: Taoist priests have also understood. It turns out that I was not right, and so were you.
The monks walked away hand in hand, as if they were immortals.
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