One sunny day, Zhang Yu made a fortune-telling at a fortune-telling stall at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.
The man opposite had sparse eyebrows and a pockmarked face. He was wearing a Taoist Five Mountains crown, a Baina cassock, and half of his goatee was peeled off.
He pulled Zhang Yu's sleeve and said, "Donor, I think you may have suffered a bloody disaster recently."
"How to say?"
"Although there is white inside the darkness of Donor Yintang, it is really full of dangers."
Zhang Yu, who had just come out of the seal, had most of his face darkened.
The magic stick raised his drooped eyelids and took a look, and then slowly changed his words: "But suddenly the star of crape myrtle is surrounding me, and making an appointment can still turn bad luck into good luck. The benefactor will definitely meet an old friend in a foreign land, the wedding night will be beautiful, and the gold list will be nominated. As long as you give me some incense money, I will help the benefactor give me some blessings, and your luck will be sure..."
Zhang Yu couldn't stand listening, so he threw down a few coins and ran away, and also took a half-worn turtle shell from the stall.
But he never imagined that the blind cat had bumped into a dead mouse, and the predictions made by the magic stick of Buddhism and Taoism, which were "integrated together", came true one by one.
Names on the gold list, but this list is the most wanted list and not the top pick list.
An old friend from a foreign country, but this old friend was not the person he wanted to see.
In the end, the wedding night remains...
If it happened again, he would definitely kneel down and kowtow to the magic stick three times to see if they could discuss it and beg him to take back the hexagram. Looking at the man wearing a bright red wedding robe in front of him, Zhang Yu fell into deep thought.
Intention: Man can conquer heaven, everything depends on man.
