Chapter 28: The Ninth Generation of Decline (2)
I closed my eyes and began to rest again. Strangely, the man in the suit did not leave but just sat next to me with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, just when everyone was feeling bored, Wu Zhidao and other people in charge came out leisurely.
"Everyone, the results are out. Of course, in order to promote academic exchange, we would like to ask Master Zhu, who provided the questions, to explain them in detail."
As soon as Wu Zhidao finished speaking, an old man in his fifties walked up from the stage.
"My fellow comrades, I am Zhu Bapeng's guest." Zhu Bapeng looked around and saw that everyone was looking at him seriously. After a moment of silence, he spoke.
"The person in this photo is someone I met in Changheng City in the northeast. I was shocked when I saw him for the first time. He was obviously extremely obscure. This was indeed the case. After learning more about him, I found out that he was an orphan who grew up in an orphanage. He graduated from college and is unemployed. Now he sings on the street and barely makes a living. But what puzzles me is that this person has a square character. Although the main star in the life palace is dim, it has a faint purple aura. In my opinion, even if this person's fate is not very rich, he should not be so miserable. Unfortunately, I am not very knowledgeable, so I have to trouble everyone to solve your doubts."
After Zhu Bapeng finished speaking, he bowed and went down.
The people in the audience fell silent one by one.
At this moment, Wu Zhidao had a sly smile on his face : "Thank you, Master Zhu, for your talk. Next, we would like to ask President Zhao Dechang of the Northeastern Metaphysics Society to announce the specific answer."
Gao Qiyun, who was sitting next to Wu Zhidao, looked at him with disdain. Zhao Decang stood up with a dark face.
"This time, the topic can be divided into several aspects. First, this person has dark clouds over his head, which means he is naturally plagued by bad luck. Everyone present here has answered this correctly. Second, the main star of this person's life palace is hidden with purple energy, but he is still in a miserable state. This can only mean that this person is a poor person from another life, and this life should be his last. Now, in my opinion, this person's life palace should be unsolvable. But today I did get another answer."
As he spoke, Zhao Decang picked up the envelope placed aside, opened it and read: "Lonely and miserable child, destined to be in trouble with Ziwei, nine generations of bad luck. The forehead is dark, the cinnabar nods, and the blood is attached to the body. Nine generations of change, this curse can be lifted."
Wow! The audience immediately started talking. Zhao Decang frowned and took the microphone, tapping it twice!
"Pa pa! Quiet, quiet!" After the audience had completely quieted down, Zhao Decang looked at me.
"Master Ni Ge, I have been studying physiognomy for decades. How do you interpret this nine generations of bad luck? And the dark forehead and the nodding cinnabar, how did you see that? How do you interpret this curse?"
I was resting with my eyes closed when I suddenly felt countless gazes around me. My heart trembled. This was the first time I was stared at by so many people. I felt invisible pressure coming from my whole body.
I looked at Zhao Decang who asked me questions with a dark face. I had no choice but to stand up and bow to the people around me.
"Everyone, I am sorry to show you my ugliness. At first glance, the corners of his eyes are drooping, his lips are curved, and he looks very miserable. Then you can see that his forehead is covered with dark clouds. It is natural to judge that this person is extremely unlucky. However, a normal person should not be so unlucky even if he is unlucky. Moreover, although this person looks miserable, his eyes are quite resolute. He also looks mentally good in the photo."
"Master Ni, physiognomy focuses on the fate of the celestial palace. What does this have to do with his mental state?"
As I was talking, someone suddenly interrupted me with a puzzled look. I looked up and saw that the other person was a middle-aged man in his thirties, looking at me with a puzzled look on his face.
"What is this master's name?" I asked with a smile.
"Master Ni, you're welcome. I'm Ge Tian from Jinzhou Metaphysics Society in Northeast China."
"Master Ge, the palace of destiny in physiognomy is actually distinguished by the five senses. Baihui is the sky, and the center of the eyebrows is the palace. However, physiognomy is just a technique to infer based on appearance. As the saying goes, appearance is determined by the heart. It is inevitable that a person's mental outlook directly affects his appearance."
Seeing Ge Tian deep in thought, I continued, "The reason why I inferred that this person is a nine-generation bad person is not referring to himself, but to his family. This person's eyebrows are sparse and spiral-shaped. His forehead is close to the sky. This is a sign of family decline. The nine palaces and earth grids, the popularity is withering. Judging from the nine palaces, this person's family has been a single-line inheritance for at least six generations and is destined to be alone, without the blessing of the parents' palace. The life palace is purple, and bad luck is lingering, with purple tinged with red. From this, I can infer that this person will definitely have a disaster. As for me, I judged that this person was cursed."
I felt thirsty and took a big sip of tea. But I found it was surprisingly quiet. I looked around and saw that everyone was looking at me. I felt ashamed.
"It's actually very simple. I wonder if you noticed the red mark in the whorl of the person's head in the photo."
Wow! Suddenly, the sound of flipping through photos could be heard all around.
Wu Zhidao, Zhao Decang, and Gao Qiyun were also doing the same thing at this time. However, compared to the puzzled expressions of most people, these three people all widened their eyes.
"Could this be the Deathly Lone Star Curse?" Zhao Decang roared with his eyes wide open.
"President Zhao has good eyesight. A red dot on the head is a sign of death. Such a pattern is impossible to appear except for a very few people who are destined to die young. If it can appear and live in peace with the victim, there is only one explanation. This is a curse, and the person who cast the curse is extremely vicious. He wants the victim's nine generations to be ruined and suffer all the misery in the world. Ending it with nine generations means there is no way out."
The atmosphere around me was boiling again. Even the tomboy next to me looked at me in astonishment, full of disbelief and suspicion.
I couldn't help but smile bitterly. If there was nothing wrong with the photo, I was confident that I would not make a mistake. However, physiognomy is inherently variable. Ten physiognomists may come up with ten different conclusions. Although I explained the principles of my inference, it was still difficult to convince people.
"Hehe. Be quiet for a moment. Master Ni is a genius in our Dongmen Metaphysics Society. He is not famous on weekdays. If you have any objections to Master Ni's inference, you can put it aside for now. In this way, we will invite the owner of this photo to come out and see us."
Wu Zhidao smiled like a blooming flower. His face was full of smiles. There was a sense of pride in his brows.
After everyone quieted down, a young man in his twenties came to the entrance. Although he was wearing a neat suit, a bow tie and a briefcase, he looked very flustered and looked around with fear. When he saw that everyone's eyes were on him, he trembled all over and didn't dare to take a step forward.
"Brother Sun Yu, come here!" Zhu Bapeng ran over at this time, grabbed the other party and rushed straight to the stage.
"Brother, answer whatever I ask you later. Don't be afraid, today might be your lucky day."
After hearing what Zhu Bapeng said, Sun Yu was suddenly alert and stared at Ge Tian with eager eyes.
"Don't worry, brother. Once this is over, I will naturally introduce you to a master."
Zhu Bapeng smiled mysteriously, turned around, and nodded to me.
"As everyone knows, at the end of each discussion, we will ask the subject to come and verify. This time is no exception. Can this friend named Sun Yu introduce himself?"
Wu Zhidao waited until Sun Yu's emotions stabilized before he started talking with a smile. He looked at me with an indescribable smugness in his eyes.
"My name is Sun Yu. I live in Changheng City in the northeast."
Just when everyone pricked up their ears to listen, Sun Yu stood on the stage and remained silent.
"Ahem." Wu Zhidao coughed twice. "My dear, how much do you know about your life experience? Can you tell us about it?"
Sun Yu looked at Wu Zhidao, nodded vigorously, and continued, "When I was ten years old, my parents had a car accident and grew up in an orphanage. Later, I took the self-taught exam in Jingzhou City and graduated from Jinzhou University."
Sun Yu finished speaking with some effort, looking at Wu Zhidao with some anxiety.
Wu Zhidao couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. Sun Yu's introduction was a little too simple: "Well, my friend, do you know the history of your family?"
"I know! I have a family tree here." Sun Yu hurriedly took out a yellowed ancient book from his briefcase.
Wu Zhidao was also anxious. He walked over and picked up the ancient book. He was immediately happy when he saw it: "Everyone, this is the family tree of young friend Sun Yu. I believe that you have verified half of Master Ni's inference from the conversation just now. There is no doubt that young friend Sun Yu is an orphan. As for the nine generations of decline, this family tree is enough to verify it."
Wu Zhidao opened the family tree but did not read it out loud, his brows were furrowed as if they were locked!
"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Wu, what's wrong?" Seeing Wu Zhidao's deflated look, Zhao Decang immediately started to tease him happily.
"Nothing. You want to see it, right? Then take a look!" Wu Zhidao handed over Sun Yu's family tree with a cunning look on his face.
Zhao Decang took the family tree with some suspicion, and when his eyes fell on it, he was stunned.
At this time, the screen that had been idle all this time also turned on. Suddenly, there was a sound of gasps in the conference room.
“This family tree must be fake!”
“Is there such a family tree?”
"I wonder if this was deliberately arranged by the Dongmen Metaphysics Society? They must have been losing so much over the years that they're using cheats!"
"Bullshit, my Dongmen Xuanxue Society is not as filthy as you. In the past ten years, when has my Dongmen Xuanxue Society gone abroad to cause trouble? Can't you afford to lose? Is this true? Can't you ask that kid?"
