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Grandma might have been too shocked and stared at the old Taoist priest in a daze, unable to speak.

Yang Zimei looked at the Taoist priest, then looked at the old thread-bound books on the bookshelf next to him, raised his childish face, and asked in a mature tone: "Master Taoist, can you learn Taoism from you? Can you truly learn the art of seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune and changing fate?"

The surprise in the old Taoist priest's eyes deepened.

Such a sentence should never be said by a five-year-old girl, but the truth is that. What kind of evil child is this?

The old Taoist priest bent down, picked her up, walked to the bookshelf, and pointed to the lines of line-bound calligraphy, "These are all the metaphysical wealth left by our Chinese ancestors, including five systems including mountain, medicine, fate, divination, and fortune. If you have a certain level of cultivation, you can indeed make people seek good fortune and avoid bad luck and change your fate."

She had been a charlatan in her previous life and had deceived her for more than ten years, but she never really believed in the so-called physiognomy, thinking that they were just things like her that she talked about to make a living.

"Divine, fortune-telling, Feng Shui and other methods are not lie feudal superstitions?" Yang Zimei didn't care about how others viewed her current age and continued to ask in a mature manner.

"Fethical superstition?" The old Taoist sneered with a disdainful expression, "Real metaphysics is a profound philosophy. It is a mysterious and mysterious theory of knowledge that cannot be explained scientifically by combining the harmony of yin and yang of the human body. It has a historical development for thousands of years. How can it be said that it is the superstition of the Feng family?"

After saying this, the old Taoist felt that what he was saying was too profound. Even the old lady next to her didn't understand what he was saying. How could she pray to this five-year-old child to understand?

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

"Okay! I want to learn metaphysics from you!"

Yang Zimei nodded, slid down from the old Taoist priest's arms, and said very seriously.

After experiencing an incredible thing like rebirth, why can't she believe in mysterious and mysterious things like metaphysics? Existence is reasonable. Since it can affect the Chinese for thousands of years, people will believe it with great devotion. It must be true that it is not like the blind master in her previous life, but just learned a little bit of fur to earn money.

*

In the last life, there was a very famous fortune teller in City A. Every day, there were a large number of dignitaries waiting for him to divine and ask questions, seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune. The charge was very expensive, and the minimum threshold was 100,000 yuan.

This made her extremely envious and jealous. She could not catch a customer even if she sat on the street for a day, and the money she was willing to pay was very small, just a few dollars.

At that time, she couldn't understand why both of them were fortune tellers, and why did the treatment differ so much?

Now it seems that people may have real talent and knowledge, and can really help seek good fortune and avoid bad luck and guide them to go against the will of heaven and change their fate.

When the old Taoist priest saw her agreeing, he was very happy and couldn't wait to say to his grandmother: "Since this child wants to be his teacher with me, then stay on the mountain in the future. I will take her down the mountain to gather with you when I have time."

Grandma looked at her at a loss.

The old Taoist priest represented a living god and accepted her granddaughter as his disciple and wanted to teach the Tao of immortality. This made her both happy and worried.

*

Yang Zimei thought of the tragic life that began when she was six years old. She didn't know if it would change. She wanted to cherish the current warmth of family affection and was really unwilling to leave home more.

"Master, I don't want to stay on the mountain all day. I want to be with my family. Let's do this. From now on, I will get up at 6 o'clock every morning and come to the mountain to study for a while, and then go home in the afternoon." Yang Zimei suggested.

Perhaps because he was used to her mature words, the old Taoist no longer looked at her with surprise, but regarded her as an equal adult. He thought about it and nodded, "Okay, it's just that our metaphysics is profound and not something that can be learned in a short while. You can't be on the mountain when you are not on the mountain. As long as you go home every day, you can complete the homework I assigned."

Yang Zimei didn't know what homework he wanted to assign, but he believed that it was not a difficult task for her, so he nodded.

What's more, she also wanted to learn some real skills within this year as soon as possible so that her family could avoid the extinction disaster and rewrite her tragic life.

"Can you recognize the words?" Master Taoist took out the book "Book of Changes" from the bookshelf and asked.

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

"Old fairy, the child's father is a teacher and can recognize a lot of words." Grandma said on the side.

"Okay, today you will take this book home to recite it. Ask your father if you don't understand the words, and come to me if you don't understand the truth!" said the Taoist master.

Yang Zimei looked at the thick book in a little sweat, but without saying anything, she took the book over.

If she could change her fate, she would have to do even a more difficult thing, let alone memorizing a difficult ancient book.

"Then every morning, I will wait for you at the foot of the mountain!" After the old Taoist priest finished speaking, he sat on the bed where Yang Zimei was lying, closed his eyes and meditated, ignoring the two of them.

Grandma pulled Yang Zimei away.

When she returned home, her mother Huang Xiuli saw the white cloth on her forehead and asked with heartache to hold her and ask what was going on.

Grandma just told the matter in a simplified way.

"Niu Niu is really a disaster, poor Niu Niu!" Huang Xiuli hugged her in her arms, her eyes full of heartache.

Feeling the warmth of maternal love, Yang Zimei's heart developed more nostalgia, and she also hugged her mother tightly with her little hands.

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Chapter completed!