Grandpa said: ten hexagrams are not allowed, and secrets cannot be revealed.

Grandpa is an authentic farmer, but he is by no means an ordinary farmer, because he has a magical skill that is popular all over the world and is very popular in the Chinese world. At that time, divination was like Baidu now, and everything had to be counted to be practical. If the Wangs want to find a matchmaker to match their daughter, they must first find grandpa to approve the eight characters; If the son of the Zhang family wants to marry a daughter-in-law, he still has to look for his grandfather to look after his life; The stone family's cow has been lost, so I have to find grandpa to figure out if I can get it back. The Zhao family is going to build a house, so they have to find a lucky time to spend time with grandpa. The Li family has had a hard time recently. I have to ask Grandpa when he will get lucky ... But whenever there are things related to daily life and farming, such as weddings, funerals, moving things and throwing things, going out to ask for money, buying a homestead, disasters and fortunes, the villagers are willing to ask Grandpa for divination first, so Grandpa's family is always crowded and lively. Over the years, almost everyone in the village has been looking for grandpa to settle accounts.

Grandpa's divination has two biggest characteristics, which are different from other divination teachers, which also makes him an unusual divination teacher. First, grandpa never walks around the streets and goes out for divination. Everyone in the village comes to see him. Second, grandpa never takes money for divination, not a penny. To this end, grandma kept nagging and asked grandpa what it was. People do divination to support their families and earn some money, but grandpa wants nothing but a daze.

The villagers who come to divination sometimes come from a large family, crowded with grandma's only two houses; Grandpa is slow-witted and methodical. Divination is a particularly sacred thing for him, and he never dares to slack off. From the time he took out a shabby, shiny but flat-folded tablecloth, every step was full of ritual and awe; First of all, grandpa spread the tablecloth on the kang, and his hands must be smoothed clockwise at the four corners of the tablecloth. Then he took out a calendar wrapped in brown paper from his carry-on bag, but the inside pages were yellow and fluffy and neatly placed under the tablecloth. Then he took out a small notebook and a pencil made of smoked paper and placed them neatly next to the two books. Finally, I carefully took out five copper coins with round square holes, which were polished almost without edges and corners, but shone yellow and kept my body temperature. Grandpa said that this is a spirit handed down by his master's master, connecting the universe and the five elements of Yin and Yang. Grandpa read us the words on the copper coin, which is "Kangxi Bao Tong". These five copper coins are generally placed in the center of the tablecloth, with the literal unity of the copper coins facing upwards, and the distance between them is basically the same, waiting quietly for fate.

When all this is arranged properly, grandpa will stand up, smile and look calm, and carefully study the villagers who come to ask for a visa. Whenever this time, it may be a coincidence or a naive arrangement, there will always be light shining on grandpa's face through the paper window frame. The halo on it is like a holy light, but in the present words, it has its own halo. Jean Ben, a very ordinary rural divination, began to be full of mysterious and unknown forces.

The process and method of divination are basically the same for children, and they are all boring. Grandpa usually asks the villagers what they predicted first, and then, according to their predictions, comments on birthdays, shakes copper coins and divinations, or reads palms ... In this process, Grandpa will be very serious, using pencils prepared in advance and writing them neatly in a small notebook. How many years later, I realized that grandpa recorded the so-called divination. And this hexagram is the mystery and unknown, and no one can understand and explain it except grandpa. It is interesting that grandpa explained the hexagrams. At this time, it is difficult to see the people in the room's admiration for grandpa and the urgent expression of their desire to avoid harm. Grandpa, on the other hand, is firm and calm, unhurried, eloquent and full of confidence, as if inspired by heaven, and his words are powerful and inspiring. I can only see that the folks who came to ask for a visa, like devout believers, were at a loss from the beginning, distracted to nodding and believing, beaming, and the changes before and after this period were completely different.

After the villagers were satisfied with divination, they thanked each other and got up to leave. Grandpa always comes down from the kang himself, walks with him to the door of the street, and tells him some things while walking. After the villagers left, he didn't show up, closed the creaking wooden door, inserted the door bolt, and then returned to the house without a trace, took off his shoes and got on the kang. In the reverse order of divination, he still carefully packed up his property.

At this time, Grandpa's face was filled with happiness, as if he had experienced a * * * song of god and the baptism of his soul, and completed a supreme merit. Plus the smoke that has not dispersed in the room, it really looks like a fairyland. Then I will hear grandma's nagging voice while cleaning up. What's the use? It's all a lie.

Out of curiosity, I asked my grandfather if your divination was accurate. Grandpa looked at me with a smile, stretched out his hand and touched my head, mumbling, "Ten hexagrams are not allowed, and the secret must not be revealed." I thought divination was really a lie as grandma said. Until I saw more and more folks who had finished counting hexagrams from grandpa, they came back in succession, holding oil cakes, sugar, eggs, cigarettes, white flour and other delicious foods. I thanked grandpa again and gave me advice that impressed me. A villager who came to thank grandpa again said to me seriously, "Baby, you should study hard with grandpa, the cow I lost." From then on, I seem to understand, vaguely know, grandpa can really predict the unknown, in those complex images, can read bad luck and good luck, as well as the ritual and boring process, and is really communicating with heaven and earth. Grandpa's awe and determination have long been known.

Grandpa generally won't refuse the items that the villagers came to thank, and accept them calmly, and then let grandma distribute them to neighbors. This seems to be another great event for Grandpa.

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