Chapter 449: Mr. Dong's Discussion on Deng Fugen's Fate
Tan Shaojie and I agreed that I would visit his county town when I returned to Shangzhou. After seeing him off, I went to the physical therapy room and admitted three new patients. After teaching Siping and Siyu how to identify the diseases, I asked them to give acupuncture to the patients.
Siyu followed him out and said, "There's Siping here. If you have time, accompany Mr. Dong to Dali. Usually, I accompany him to see the outside world every ten days. You can drive my car when you go out."
I nodded: "I want to go to Erhai Lake to have a look, too."
After saying that, I walked towards the backyard. When I saw Mr. Dong, I said, "Master, I haven't been to Erhai Lake yet. The weather is nice today, shall we go out for a walk?"
"Okay, I'll make a call and go to Lingyun's house for lunch at noon."
"Is that Secretary D?"
"Yes, I have long had the ambition to soar to the sky. Let's reunite by the Erhai Lake, sit and watch the tourists arrive, and forget the past years while drinking."
"You speak so eloquently. 'Turtle year' means old age, right?"
"Yes, Lingyun lives in seclusion in the city and owns a B&B right by the Erhai Lake. Sitting in his teahouse on the first floor, watching the tourists coming and going outside the window, I forget that I am in my seventies."
"It's a good poem with rich artistic conception. It's much better than those so-called Chinese Writers Association poets."
After getting the key from Siyu, we headed towards Erhai Lake.
I said, "Master, please tell me my fortune."
"Yeah." He responded.
I said, "My friend wants to hear your exact words and wants me to record them. Is that okay?"
He smiled and said, "Okay."
I reported Mr. Deng's birth chart.
Mr. Dong sat there without saying a word. The trees on both sides, the houses, and the Cangshan Mountains in the distance kept receding. After a while, Mr. Dong finally said:
"This Bazi is rather peculiar, with too many conflicting elements. If an ordinary fortune teller were to calculate it, it would be a low-class fate.
But I think it's a good fate. To sum it up: A young man is ignorant and naive, and without academic success, it's hard to achieve officialdom. Although he lacks the blessing of Wenqu, his ambition alone can drive away tigers and jackals. Zhuge Liang was cautious throughout his life, while Lü Duan was clear-headed in major matters.
He looks like Zhang Fei, has the talent of Zhuge Liang, and the ambition of Cao Cao. Even if he were born in peacetime, he would be a person who would expand the frontier. But he needs the help of noble people in his life.
My heart trembled for a moment. Master is Master after all, he has made every possible plan. Then I said:
"Disciple, please tell me your understanding of the judgment. Please tell me if it is correct."
"you say."
"As a teenager, he was ignorant and could not get into university, nor could he become an official in the future. Although Wenquxing did not favor him, he had a strong and enterprising heart. Commonly known as a big heart, he was also bold. He had a heroic spirit.
He's not a Zhuge Liang-style figure who does everything himself. Instead, he's more free and easy. He looks a bit like Lü Duan, a prime minister during the Song Dynasty. He seems a bit confused at ordinary times, but at critical moments, he can distinguish the important from the unimportant, discern the direction, and act decisively.
He looks like Zhang Fei, a bit rough around the edges, but he has the talent of Zhuge Liang, a clear-headed man with the ambition of Cao Cao, who wants to unify the kingdom of Wu and Shu. If he were born in troubled times, he would be a great hero.
The master asked, "Is it correct?"
"Yes. But he had his fortune told when he was a kid, and the fortune teller said he was good for nothing."
Mr. Dong said: "Genius and madness are only one step away. This kind of fate is the most difficult to predict. In troubled times, for example, Fan Hui, one of Liu Jizi's dog-meat brothers, was like this. If luck didn't help, he would be a butcher killing dogs. If luck did, he would be a general.
Your friend is not an official, but a businessman. He brings invisible wealth."
"What is invisible wealth?"
"Born in the Rat Hour. Most fortune tellers believe that since he was born in the Rat Hour and couldn't get into university, he has little hope. Those born in the Rat Hour marry early and have a large family at a young age, which is not good for their careers.
But if I were to calculate this kind of fate, I would have to consider that although he may not be an official, he is destined to be a boss."
"Why?"
"Your friend was born in autumn, so he will sneak into the granary. It's the Rat Hour and it's late at night, so he eats other people's food. The boss also eats the workers' surplus value. This is called invisible wealth."
I turned off the recording and said, "Actually, actually getting a fortune told is quite energy-consuming."
Mr. Dong said, "The fortune tellers on the street spin their fingers and say the same few words every day. You can't blame them. People won't give them more money.
Nowadays, fortune-tellers usually only count thirty or fifty. Fortune-tellers don't strive for improvement. They just learn a few formulas from their masters and live off them for the rest of their lives.
The real fortune-telling is called "Bian Ming". They write down each sentence on a piece of paper. When the fortune-teller retires, you can compare it with the original to see if your eight-character divination is correct.
For example, I once read the fortune of a relative of mine. After a thorough analysis, I wrote down the following inscription: "He has the talent to travel a thousand miles, but he will be assigned a task a hundred miles away. He will easily achieve small success, but he will never achieve great things."
I said, "I am quite talented, but I can only be a department-level official at best."
Mr. Dong laughed and said, "When he graduated from university, he was very ambitious and worked hard for most of his life. Now he is in his 50s and has accepted his fate. He is a deputy director and there is no hope for him to work hard anymore.
"Divining the horoscope is the true way to calculate the horoscope. It requires comprehensive consideration. As for setting up a street stall, you only need to learn a little. If you have an IQ like yours, Wan Shanhong, even if you don't learn, after a few years of fooling around, people will still call you a master. There's always a 50% chance of being right about anything."
I smiled and said, "I understand. Fortune telling can be both encouraging and discouraging. For example, you said that no matter how hard he tries, he'll still be a Baili Ren. Perhaps after he's over forty, his enthusiasm isn't as strong anymore."
Mr. Dong said, "The advantages outweigh the disadvantages. He clearly only had the destiny of 'a hundred miles', but he aspired to be an official with a jurisdiction of a thousand miles. He inevitably plotted to bring down his opponents one by one, and ultimately suffered the consequences. Everyone has a destiny, but fortune-tellers have ruined the reputation of the profession."
The car entered the Erhai Lake Ring Road.
It was still early, so I drove around Erhai Lake, stopping occasionally to walk around and take a look.
Arriving at a small town, I heard the constant clamor of vendors and hawkers. Suddenly, I heard a quarrel. Two girls were standing by the water, taking pictures. Some ruffians, noticing their beauty, started teasing them.
The girl probably cursed back, and the three men rushed over and pushed one of the girls to the ground. Another kicked the girl and was about to kick her again.
I couldn't help it, so I rushed forward and pushed the man away with one palm.
The three scoundrels noticed someone coming to help them and surrounded me.
I was afraid that these people would find out that I had companions and turn to attack the elderly and weak Mr. Dong, so I took the initiative, sprinkled a handful of medicine powder, and the three of us squatted down together.
The onlookers were surprised.
I told them, "In five minutes, you can get up and walk. Your grandfather will go first. Remember: using your physical strength to harass girls will no longer work in this society."
Everyone made way and watched Mr. Dong and I walk away. As for the two girls, they had already disappeared without a trace, fearing trouble.
This is the origin of the miraculous story that was circulated by the Erhai Lake a few years ago: "A qigong master passed by Erhai Lake, used one finger to release qi, and three thugs were unable to move."
The car left Wase (a place name) and headed towards Yinsuo Island.
Mr. Dong asked, "Who taught you this?"
"Master Hongyi."
He said nothing. The car was speeding up.
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