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"What are these people doing?" Yue Qingli asked curiously. 𝑛𝘰𝘷𝑝𝘶𝑏.𝑐𝘰𝘮
"I don’t know, it sounds like there’s a fortune-teller who’s very accurate. They’re all waiting to have their fortunes told, I guess."
Xu Zimei laughed, "Want to check it out?"
"Sure, why not let him figure out who my enemy is as well?" Yue Qingli said seriously.
Xu Zimei shook his head with a smile and led Yue Qingli to the small stall.
There were many people in line at the stall, but they were all queuing up orderly, with no one daring to cut in line.
Xu Zimei watched with interest from the side.
The owner of the stall was a middle-aged man.
The man was wearing a very simple coarse cloth robe.
There were even a few small patches on the robe.
Next to him was a black banner, and on this black banner, a few phrases were written.
"Yin-Yang and Five Elements, Chinese astrology, Bagua and Liuyao, Qimen Dunjia, Geomancy Feng Shui."
And at the very top, there were three very large white characters.
"Heavenly Secrets Diviner!"
Xu Zimei found it interesting, and just then, a woman was sitting in front of the middle-aged man.
The man sat there with his eyes closed, as stable as Mount Tai.
He asked, "What would you like to have divined?"
His voice was somewhat hoarse, as if he were forcibly squeezing it out through his throat.
"Master, I would like to have my marriage fortune told," the woman said somberly, yet with a smile.
"When will I meet the man of my dreams?"
The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then made hand seals.
The thumb of his left hand pressed against the index finger, while the right hand was in a prayer position.
"Your birth chart," the man asked blandly.
As the woman detailed her birth information, after a while, the middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes.
Xu Zimei looked at those eyes, bright and profound.
At first glance, those eyes seemed to be very empty, as though they couldn’t reveal anything.
But upon a second look, it appeared as though they contained countless stories, effortlessly deciphering numerous meanings.
Those eyes penetrated the heart, as if carrying some unimaginable magic power that could see into your soul.
The middle-aged man opened his eyes and simply said, "There is no one in this world who is absolutely perfect."
The woman was slightly stunned, but she quickly realized.
The man of her dreams she was imagining was just a perfect fantasy she created.
After all, where in the world is there a person with only virtues and no flaws?
"Then when will I meet an excellent man?"
The woman changed her question, not willing to give up and continued to ask.
She had swapped the word ’dreams’ for ’excellent’!
The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then said, "After you return home, diligently study the Four Books and Five Classics, practice the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
Stick to what I’ve said for three years, and after three years, you will meet him."
Hearing the words of the middle-aged man, Xu Zimei chuckled softly on the side.
This person really is amusing!
What he demanded of the woman was merely for her to make herself outstanding within those three years.
When will you meet an excellent man?
It is always the case in this world that like attracts like, and birds of a feather flock together.
People around an excellent person are also mostly outstanding.
Many people always dream that their ideal partner will be a peerless hero.
But if you do not make yourself equally outstanding, why would a peerless hero want to be with you?
...
The woman’s complexion turned a bit red, presumably out of embarrassment.
As the woman walked away, the people waiting in line also came up one by one with their questions.
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Questions of all sorts were asked, and the middle-aged man’s answers were always intriguing, yet they also mingled with some worldly wisdom.
Plain and understandable, often a single sentence could strike right at the heart, making you realize your flaws and the direction of your efforts.
Yue Qingli, who stood beside Xu Zimei, turned to ask, "Teacher, do you think he can really tell fortunes?"
"Such things, if you believe they exist, if not, they don’t," Xu Zimei replied with a smile.
As the line dwindled, it finally came to Yue Qingli’s turn.
The moment he took a seat, the middle-aged man chuckled with interest and said, "Third-Eye Demon Clan?"
Yue Qingli nodded.
The middle-aged man closed his eyes for a while, falling into silence.
Eventually, he opened his eyes, shook his head with a sigh, and said, "An inevitable calamity that cannot be avoided!"
"You know?" Yue Qingli asked in shock.
He had just sat down and hadn’t even said anything yet.
"I can only glimpse a corner, the fog is too thick, I can’t see clearly," the middle-aged man answered calmly.
"I hope you can help me figure out my enemy," Yue Qingli said earnestly.
"What end is there to a cycle of grievance?" the middle-aged man sighed and said.
"Then why not cut the weeds and dig out the roots, prevent any chance of revival and be done with it," Xu Zimei chimed in with a laugh.
"Your murderous aura is too heavy," the middle-aged man looked up at Xu Zimei and said with a frown.
"Have you never stained your hands with fresh blood?" Xu Zimei asked, amused.
"I have only killed those who deserved to die," the middle-aged man replied, his eyes slightly closed.
"What determines who deserves to die? Who doesn’t?" Xu Zimei laughed and said.
"Good and bad, who indeed is qualified to judge the good and bad, life and death?"
The middle-aged man fell silent for a moment upon hearing Xu Zimei’s words.
Eventually, he looked up and asked, "Do you want to have a reading?"
"Sure, why don’t you do a reading for me too," Xu Zimei sat next to him and said with a smile.
"What would you like to know?" the middle-aged man asked.
"Tell me about my fate," Xu Zimei answered.
"Your birth date and time," the middle-aged man continued to ask.
After that, the middle-aged man resumed the hand-signs he had been making before.
This time he kept his eyes closed in contemplation for quite a while.
Sometimes his eyebrows furrowed deeply, other times they relaxed.
After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes.
He looked intently at Xu Zimei and said, "You were born into a superpower beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Your life should have had some accomplishments due to your superior birth.
Unfortunately, your blind arrogance invited trouble.
The latter part of your life will be devoid of anything, eventually dying in regret and dissatisfaction."
Hearing the middle-aged man’s words, Xu Zimei fell silent for a bit.
Wasn’t what this middle-aged man said the very experiences of his past life?
If he hadn’t been reborn, hadn’t used the Chaos Pearl to defy the heavens and change his fate,
perhaps this would indeed have been his failed life.
"Then how should I change my fate?" Xu Zimei continued to ask.
"The fate is set," the middle-aged man shook his head and said.
"Who set it, Heavenly Dao or the River of Fate?" Xu Zimei pressed on.
The middle-aged man fell silent for a while, not answering, but pointed his finger upwards.
"You people from Heavenly Secret Valley do have some skills," Xu Zimei said, looking at the middle-aged man.
"Once out of the valley, we cease to speak of heavenly secrets," the middle-aged man shook his head and said.
Xu Zimei smiled, turned to pat Yue Qingli’s shoulder, and said, "Alright, we should also leave."
"But I still don’t know who my enemy is," Yue Qingli said hesitantly.
"He won’t tell you," Xu Zimei shook his head slightly.
