"Then, please write a character, representing your thoughts."
The fortune teller pointed to the table in front, with a bowl of water on the left and a set of divination sticks on the right.
"Or you can draw a divination stick."
Lu Zheng looked at the slightly murky water in the bowl on the left but ultimately didn't reach for it. Instead, he casually drew a stick from the bamboo tube on the right.
[The divine spirit is clear to you, discussing matters makes fools confused. Better to wait patiently for the right hour than to hastily seek answers from the spirit stick.]
"Sir, what does this divination mean?"
The fortune teller nodded and stroked his beard with a smile, "Congratulations, this is a lucky sign. This hexagram signifies remaining constant without movement but waiting for the auspicious hour, naturally everything falls into place."
Lu Zheng raised his brow, "Not something to be forced?"
The fortune teller nodded, "Should not be forced but naturally achievable."
