I know that the signatures are all very profound signatures. What: the eight pure hexagrams ask about the officials, and the wealth and ghosts are uneasy when they encounter conflicts. Don’t ask about the benefits of other camps and companies. You should only be conservative and happy...

Then you need to go to the signature. The Taoist priest will tell you what this signature means, whether it is to sign up or sign down based on the specific matters you ask.

There are only three words on the tag I drew - Next Sign Up.

I haven't figured out what happened for a long time.

Then, I got up and went to find the Taoist priest. A Taoist priest in his 40s sat on a chair at the door and was dozing off. He was wearing a blue Taoist robe, star crown, Tang scarf, and cloud boots, clean.

I said, "Master Taoist, can you help me with the explanation?"

He shook his head, opened his eyes, sat up straight, then took the sign from me, looked in front of him, and gave it to me: "This is not our sign." After that, he closed his eyes.

I was so amazed and laughed. Could it be that I brought this sign and deliberately made trouble?

I immediately thought of some pilgrim who made this banana and secretly stuffed it into the banana when burning incense.

I threw this tag into the trash can next to the door and turned around and left. There was no point in smoking again.

When I got home, it was already afternoon. I took a break for a while and called a friend.

"I'll go, or not?"

"What does it mean? Where to go?"

"Don't worry, I'll ask you, I'll go, or not?"

"Damn it, I'm stupid, how do you ask me to answer!"

"You just answer intuitively, go, or not?"

"Don't go."

"It's all right."

Then I hung up the phone.

I regard this kind of inquiry as a kind of divination. This friend doesn't understand my situation, so I just let him answer it based on his intuition. Sometimes I am very annoyed by rationality, and intuition may represent God's will.

I called Ji Feng again, and she was talking to her friend for badminton, and she was panting when she answered the phone.

I said, "Monsoon classmate, I'm going to go to Lop Nur."

After hearing what I said, she couldn't react a little and said for a long time: "What!"

I said, "Let's go soon."

Monsoon's speech has always been neat and neat, and she asked me: "The Xinjiang government invited you to?"

Me: "No."

Monsoon: "Which publishing unit organized you to go?"

Me: "Not."

Monsoon: "Then what are you going to do? Experience life?"

Me: "That's right."

Monsoon: "Do I... go?"

Me: "You won't go."

Monsoon: "Are you alone?"

Me: "I'll find some people to join us."

Monsoon: "Look, or... travel through time?"

Me: "Traveling."

Ji Feng: "Boss Zhou, can I persuade you?"

Me: "You try."

Monsoon: "I just want to say one thing-it's not Fengdu Ghost City, it's not Fengmen Village, it's the Cecil Hotel in Los Angeles, it's the devilish triangle that can eat people!"

Me: "I've finished speaking?"

Monsoon: “…I’m done.”

Me: "You continue playing ball."

After saying this, I hung up the phone.

I am not afraid of those legendary haunted places, it feels very childish, but I am afraid of Lop Nur, which is a real no-man land and will not spit bones when eating people.

But for some reason, the more I am afraid of it, the more I want to get closer to it.

A minute later, the phone rang again. It was called by Bye bye, but I didn't answer. I understood their style - Monkey King whispered softly, she just tried to dissuade him rationally, while Bye bye is a loud voice, and she will chat with me for an hour+.

Think about it calmly, some kind of power in the dark will not let me go, and the people around me will not let me go... It seems that everyone is stopping me.

I insist on trying it. I know that the signatures are all very profound signatures. What: the eight pure hexagrams ask about the officials, and the wealth and ghosts are uneasy when they encounter conflicts. Don’t ask about the benefits of other camps and companies. You should only be conservative and happy...

Then you need to go to the signature. The Taoist priest will tell you what this signature means, whether it is to sign up or sign down based on the specific matters you ask.

There are only three words on the tag I drew - Next Sign Up.

I haven't figured out what happened for a long time.

Then, I got up and went to find the Taoist priest. A Taoist priest in his 40s sat on a chair at the door and was dozing off. He was wearing a blue Taoist robe, star crown, Tang scarf, and cloud boots, clean.

I said, "Master Taoist, can you help me with the explanation?"

He shook his head, opened his eyes, sat up straight, then took the sign from me, looked in front of him, and gave it to me: "This is not our sign." After that, he closed his eyes.

I was so amazed and laughed. Could it be that I brought this sign and deliberately made trouble?

I immediately thought of some pilgrim who made this banana and secretly stuffed it into the banana when burning incense.

I threw this tag into the trash can next to the door and turned around and left. There was no point in smoking again.

When I got home, it was already afternoon. I took a break for a while and called a friend.

"I'll go, or not?"

"What does it mean? Where to go?"

"Don't worry, I'll ask you, I'll go, or not?"

"Damn it, I'm stupid, how do you ask me to answer!"

"You just answer intuitively, go, or not?"

"Don't go."

"It's all right."

Then I hung up the phone.

I regard this kind of inquiry as a kind of divination. This friend doesn't understand my situation, so I just let him answer it based on his intuition. Sometimes I am very annoyed by rationality, and intuition may represent God's will.

I called Ji Feng again, and she was talking to her friend for badminton, and she was panting when she answered the phone.

I said, "Monsoon classmate, I'm going to go to Lop Nur."

After hearing what I said, she couldn't react a little and said for a long time: "What!"

I said, "Let's go soon."

Monsoon's speech has always been neat and neat, and she asked me: "The Xinjiang government invited you to?"

Me: "No."

Monsoon: "Which publishing unit organized you to go?"

Me: "Not."

Monsoon: "Then what are you going to do? Experience life?"

Me: "That's right."

Monsoon: "Do I... go?"

Me: "You won't go."

Monsoon: "Are you alone?"

Me: "I'll find some people to join us."

Monsoon: "Look, or... travel through time?"

Me: "Traveling."

Ji Feng: "Boss Zhou, can I persuade you?"

Me: "You try."

Monsoon: "I just want to say one thing-it's not Fengdu Ghost City, it's not Fengmen Village, it's the Cecil Hotel in Los Angeles, it's the devilish triangle that can eat people!"

Me: "I've finished speaking?"

Monsoon: “…I’m done.”
To be continued...