In the middle of the busy market, there is a historic teahouse. The walls of the teahouse are hung with ancient calligraphy and paintings, the window lattices are carved with fine patterns, and the wooden tables and chairs have been polished over the years, exuding a faint agarwood. In the teahouse, the tea guests are either tasting tea, whispering, or meditating alone, and each person's face is engraved with a different story.
On this day, a special guest came to the teahouse, his name was Wangcai. Wangcai was a middle-aged man of medium stature, wearing a white-washed blue cloth gown and always with a gentle smile on his face. He sat down at a table in the corner, ordered a pot of tea, and quietly observed everything around him.
In the corner of the teahouse, several tea customers are talking.
"I heard that there has been a god in the city recently, who can calculate people's good fortune and misfortune, and even the prefect personally came to ask for advice. A tea guest said mysteriously.
"Oh, are there such strange people?" said another tea guest, looking curious.
"No, I've heard that he is extremely accurate, and he can even calculate the official fortune of the prefect. The first tea guest proudly boasted about his news.
Wangcai listened on the sidelines, but a sneer appeared in his heart. He knows very well that there are no real god operators in this world, but they are just charlatans. They take advantage of people's superstitions and defraud money under the guise of fortune telling. Although Wangcai is an ordinary person, he firmly believes that people's fate is in their own hands, not those illusory fortune-tellers.
At this time, the curtain of the teahouse was lifted, and an old man in a Taoist robe walked in. He claimed to be the god operator and came to the teahouse to find someone destined. The tea guests gathered around to see the demeanor of the divine operator. Wangcai was unmoved, he sat quietly and continued to sip his tea.
The god operator walked around the teahouse, and finally came to Wangcai's table. He looked Wangcai up and down, and a hint of strange color flashed in his eyes.
"This gentleman, I see that your Yin Hall is shining, and there is a heroic spirit between your eyebrows, which must be extraordinary. The god operator pretended to be profound.
Wangcai smiled slightly, noncommittal.
Seeing that Wangcai did not react, the divine operator continued: "If there is anything you are puzzled about, sir, you might as well let me calculate a hexagram for you." ”
Wangcai put down the teacup and said lightly: "Life is full of states and fate is impermanent, how can a hexagram be calculated?"
When the god operator heard this, his face changed slightly. He didn't expect this seemingly ordinary tea guest to have such a profound insight. He was not convinced, and wanted to try the details of prosperity again.
"Sir's words are wrong, I am a god operator, I can calculate people's good fortune and evil, how can it be comparable to ordinary people?" God operator smiled proudly.
Wangcai shook his head and said lightly: "People have a thousand calculations, and there is only one calculation in the sky. If your fate is in your own hands, how can you rely on the fortune-telling of others?"
When the god operator heard Wangcai's words, he was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Wangcai to be able to say such profound words. He began to panic in his heart, not knowing how to respond.
At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the teahouse. It turned out that the prefect personally came to ask the god to do the operator. Seeing this, the divine operator hurriedly put away his robe and left the teahouse in a hurry.
Wangcai looked at the back of the departing god operator, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart. He knew that this so-called god operator was just a charlatan. The reason why he was able to deceive people's trust was just to take advantage of people's superstition.
Wangcai continued to sit in the teahouse, sipping his tea. He understands in his heart that life is impermanent, and only by working hard can he master his own destiny. He believes that as long as he has faith and moves forward bravely, he will definitely be able to find a path of his own.
Over time, the story of Wangcai spread in the teahouse. People sighed at his wisdom and insight, and began to reflect on their own views on fate. They come to understand that fate is not static, but can be changed through their own efforts.
The story of Wangcai has become an inspiring force that inspires people to pursue their dreams and beliefs. They believe that as long as they have hope and work hard, they will be able to create a better future of their own.
In this world full of hope and insight, the story of Wangcai is like a beacon that guides people forward. He used his wisdom and belief to make people understand the true meaning of fate, and also made them believe that as long as they work hard, they will be able to control their own destiny.
Eventually, Wangcai became a legend in the teahouse. His story was passed down by word of mouth and became a form of faith and strength. And Wangcai himself continued to sit in the corner of the teahouse, quietly sipping his tea and observing everything around him. He knew that his story had spread throughout the city, but he wasn't complacent. He still maintains that modesty and low profile, and continues to influence and help the people around him in his own way.
In this noisy world, Wangcai uses his story to tell people a profound truth: people have a thousand calculations, and there is only one calculation in the sky. Destiny is in your own hands, rather than relying on the fortune-telling of others or the arrangement of fate. As long as you have faith and move forward bravely, you will be able to create your own wonderful life.