That year, I was unemployed at home and met a deaf mute old man who set up a stall at an old teahouse in the alley. On the wooden plate in front of him lay a string of dark brown Buddhist beads, with patterns resembling a dry riverbed, and the Buddha head pendant in the middle shone with a warm light. I took out the only 50 yuan left in my pocket, but he waved his hand and wrote on the paper, “By fate, I’m giving it to you
1、 The mystery hidden in Buddhist beads
This string of beads is very strange. Every morning when washing up, the Buddha’s head pendant always reflects blurry light and shadow, like old movie film spinning. One day, I stared at it in a daze and suddenly saw the four words’ steel futures’ flashing in the light and shadow. By a strange twist of fate, I invested the last 8000 yuan in my card. That week, the futures market skyrocketed, and I stared at my phone screen. The numbers were like rice paper soaked in water, slowly expanding into five digits.
2、 The sound of wealth knocking on the door
On the day when the third profit was received, the Buddha bead suddenly became hot. I rushed into the bathroom and rinsed with cold water, and the water droplets gathered along the Buddha’s head pattern to form the word tiny “port”. I searched through the port planning documents overnight and bought an inconspicuous storefront next to the newly started logistics park in the new district. Half a year later, the free trade zone was listed, and that dilapidated house became a hot commodity for many cross-border e-commerce companies to rent, with the rent increasing 20 times.
3、 The moment when the truth surfaced
Last month at a charity auction, I accidentally met the old man from that year. The middle-aged man wearing glasses next to him turned out to be a consultant for a multinational investment group. The middle-aged man patted my shoulder with a smile and said, “The way you squatted at the entrance of the tea house and wiped the Buddha beads back then was very similar to the ‘mind free person’ that my mentor was looking for.” It turned out that this string of beads was made of sunken ship wood collected by a reclusive investor for 30 years, and the patterns contained the trend codes he had studied throughout his life. Only those with pure emotions could see the mystery.
Nowadays, this string of Buddhist beads is still worn on my wrist, but the numbers no longer appear. But every time I touch those uneven patterns, it feels like touching the fingerprints of fate. Someone asked me the secret, and I always remember the words the old man wrote on paper at the end: “Pearls are originally wood, only those who understand human hearts can see the golden mountains
Forwarding and spreading good luck: Perhaps the next person to touch the “lucky pattern” will be you who is reading this article. Leave the comment section with the words’ sincerity makes spirit ‘. May your eyes have light, your hands have’ pearls’, and your days have direction! ✨
