Zhang Changhuai looked at the old man with a half-smile and spoke lightly.
"Moreover, when I was abroad, I never saw them care about auspicious dates. Does a nation's fate depend not on its own efforts but on some so-called lucky days from a calendar?
If it were so simple, why would people work hard? They could just walk the world with a calendar in hand and all benefits would naturally come their way. Don't you think so?"
The master knew that Zhang Changhuai didn't believe in this at all, yet he dared to fiddle with this so-called metaphysical book in front of him, clearly looking for trouble.
The master was rendered speechless.
Divining fortunes and misfortunes is already a highly mysterious path.
Whether he predicts accurately or not, the other party has to listen; otherwise, how can one verify its truth or falsehood?
Zhang Songqiao was willing to listen because he was already at a dead end back then, with no other choice but to follow his words.
