Chapter 78: Chapter 73 Longhu Mountain

In the evening, Chen Pingsheng didn’t stay in the car.

With his standards for having fun, he must arrange a five-star hotel.

After leaving behind a day of happy memories in the ancient town, they had breakfast early the next morning and headed from Shijiazhuang to Dengfeng.

It was both the road home and the journey’s path.

The total distance was over four hundred kilometers, roughly a four-hour drive.

The car drove smoothly and comfortably on the Jing-Gang-Ao Expressway.

Sitting in the second row, Song Yanxi stopped watching Tong Jiaqian and, like Old Chen, started listening to campus music hits from those years.

Back then, Jay Chou ruled an era.

There were also the three QQ giants, Xu Song, Wang Sulong, and Xu Liang.

Thinking back to the past.

With a “Kill Matt” hairstyle, sitting in an internet café listening to “Spark”, tapping away at Audition Online.

Handsome and dashing.

“Bro, you play the guitar pretty well.”

Chen Qi sat in the passenger seat, he planned to let her drive halfway. This time they were heading to the Shaolin Temple in Dengfeng, Mount Song.

A scenic historic site.

“Not anymore, I used to be good.”

“Daddy, I want to learn to play the guitar too.”

Chen An’an stood up, joining the fun, and Chen Pingsheng didn’t hesitate to shoot her down, “I’d believe you can pluck cotton.”

Humming ╭(╯^╰)╮, Chen An’an sat back down obediently.

She wasn’t going to pluck cotton, “Dad, I saw something on my phone, and mom won’t buy it for me.”

“What is it?” Chen Pingsheng asked her.

But Song Yanxi flipped her little ear, “You have the nerve to say it, she wants to spend two thousand on a floral pair of underwear for the tree at home.”

“This…”

Chen Pingsheng really wanted to say, you think the money I earn is to support your utterly pointless spending, huh?

Sons and daughters need patient and gentle guidance, slow teaching.

“An’an, your mother is right not to buy it for you. Look at how you’ve dressed up the little tree at home. Can’t you buy something useful?”

“What’s considered useful?”

You’ve stumped me.

He was at a loss for words with that question. Chen An’an’s mind wandered all day long.

When they arrived at Shaolin Temple, he absolutely wanted to get his fortune told.

Just to see when this little rascal would do something meaningful.

The Shaolin Temple on Mount Song in Dengfeng is a 5A scenic area and a world-class geopark, the central mountain of the Five Great Mountains.

In fact, the most famous places on Mount Song are the Observatory, Songyue Temple Pagoda, Fawang Temple, and Shaolin Seventy-two Special Skills.

This area, like the ancient town scenic spot, had many performances in the evening.

Such as martial monks and the like.

Upon arriving here, Chen Pingsheng was the first to take his family hiking.

Along the way, there were plenty of fortune tellers dressed as masters, setting up stalls to tell fortunes.

Don’t underestimate these people, they earn frighteningly high incomes.

It’s a business with no capital; they make money solely with their mouths.

Chen Pingsheng found an old man with the air of a master at the entrance of the Shaolin Temple, unexpectedly dressing up like a Wudang Taoist.

This was also a form of differentiation in marketing.

The Taoist didn’t read fortunes through horoscopes or ask questions, but exclusively felt the bones.

“Noble, noble, truly beyond words.”

After feeling for about ten seconds, the old Taoist began shaking his head and swaying.

Chen Pingsheng asked him, “What kind of nobility is that?”

The old Taoist pointed to the ground, and Chen Pingsheng turned his head to look. My goodness.

Inferior Fate, only ten yuan for a fortune.

Which bastard would admit they have an inferior fate?

Middle Fate, a hundred per fortune.

Not many pay for this one daily.

The most selected was the one above, Upper Fate, delving into the secrets of Heaven and shortening one’s life.

An eight hundred charge is reasonable, right?

As for the one at the top, accumulating three lifetimes of merit to perceive a lifetime’s destiny.

Three thousand isn’t steep, is it!

Simply put, the old Taoist doesn’t quote a price, and if you’re too embarrassed to admit you’re just an Inferior Fate, then pay ten.

If you can’t accept your fate, go for a hundred, and if you think highly of yourself, it’s eight hundred.

If you feel you’re the most brilliant son, leave behind three thousand, if I don’t fleece you, who will I fleece, huh?

When it comes to fortune-telling, to say there are none who can truly glimpse a strand of fate’s secrets, there definitely are.

Chinese culture is vast and profound. It’s normal to have some peculiar and extraordinary events.

But such people are rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, and most just have a half-baked understanding of I Ching and Bagua, talking nonsense without full comprehension.

Their main tactic is to guess fate by themselves.

If they guess right, they are impressive; if they guess wrong, no harm done.

Chen Pingsheng said with a smile, “Taoist friend, you really have mastered the art of marketing.”

“Not at all, not at all, Sakyamuni once said money is the root of all evil. If I don’t enter hell, who will?”

Just joking. Isn’t it hard for me to play the part of a master in this freezing weather?

If I’m not here to make money, then what am I here for?

“Haha, pretty honest.”

Chen Pingsheng paid him three thousand yuan. Such tricks are actually easily seen through by the wealthy.

The reason they willingly pay is simply for peace of mind.

Listening to the old Taoist praise their fortunes is quite satisfying.

After taking the money, he immediately reorganized his language: he aimed to please the customer and felt comfortable earning money.

If you get down to it, fortune tellers in Xiangjiang are called Feng Shui Masters.

Top Feng Shui Masters in Xiangjiang hold a very high status, and their incomes are unspeakably high.

A famous five-star hotel sought a Xiangjiang Feng Shui Master before opening. He just walked around inside and then drew a circle. They opened a small door next to the main entrance.

The fee? 12 million. It’s a true story.

This shows how extravagant these fortune-tellers’ incomes can be.

Chen An’an also wanted to try her luck. Chen Pingsheng spent eight hundred for her. The little tyke was somewhat dissatisfied; she wanted to spend five thousand for something above Upper Fate.

She didn’t get Upper Fate but ended up being scolded by Chen Pingsheng until she yelled.

Still want to be better than me? You aiming for the heavens?

Little An’an calmed down. They had a proper purpose for this trip: to learn the Shaolin Seventy-two Special Skills.