After a long while, the woman slowly turned around. She stared at the Shuijing for a long time before saying, "In my early years, I've seen many fortune-tellers and used many methods, but no one has ever been able to resolve the obsession in my heart. I've long since given up hope. "Her voice was hoarse and dry, as if there was gravel in her throat.
The Shuijing frowned almost imperceptibly. "How do you know that I can't help you?"
He carefully looked at her face. "Your eyebrows are sparse, so you probably don't get along well with your siblings. Your eyebrows are also slightly raised, which is a sign of great misfortune when your family is broken up. Your cheekbones are low and flat, so you should have a gentle temperament and be kind to others. Unfortunately, your willpower is weak. When you encounter unfair treatment, you can only swallow your tears of blood into your stomach, not daring to resist at all. As for your nose, it lacks flesh. You should have been rich in your early years, but became a wastrel in your middle years. Your glabella, the tip of your nose, and your cheekbones are all suffused with black smoke, but you don't seem to be seriously ill. Presumably, you already have thoughts of hanging yourself. "
The woman's heart trembled, and her face turned pale. She said in disbelief, "How do you know that I want to …?"
At this time, it was actually best to close one's eyes and stroke one's beard to act mysterious. Unfortunately, the Shuijing didn't even have half a beard, so he could only pretend to be mysterious with a smile. "This is naturally my ability."
The woman's originally lifeless eyes gradually lit up with the light of hope.
This woman was called Madam Zhen Feng. She once had a daughter who was stolen when she was five years old. Her husband also ran away with a Daoist priest a few years ago and disappeared without a trace. Over the years, she had used fortune-telling to find the whereabouts of her husband and daughter, and asked why her life was so miserable. However, those fortune-tellers and Daoist priests only said that her physiognomy and palmistry were not good, and that she would bring misfortune to her husband and daughter. Everything was fate. Her husband and daughter would definitely not be able to see each other in this lifetime, and she was destined to be alone and helpless until death. Later, her story spread throughout the surrounding villages. Everyone knew that her daughter had gone missing a few years ago, and her husband had run away with a lame Daoist priest a few years ago. After muddling along for a few years, she saw that there was no hope of finding her husband and daughter. Her old father, brother, and sister-in-law disdained her in every possible way, and their harsh words never stopped. She was disheartened and thought that she might as well die.
However, this matter of hanging herself was only a plan in her heart. This new fortune-teller was actually able to calculate it. Perhaps he really did have some ability.
Then, Madam Zhen Feng turned her eyes to the fortune-telling banner — ten taels of silver per divination.
Ten taels of silver, this was all that she had secretly hidden for the past few years. She carried it on her body day and night, afraid that it would be plundered by those cold-blooded family members. She originally thought that when her husband or daughter came back, the family could rely on this money to live together, or she could leave the ten taels of silver to her poor daughter who had been abducted and sold to god knows where. However, in the current situation, keeping the money would only benefit those heartless people. She might as well give it one last try. It was better than dying with regrets.
Gritting her teeth, Madam Zhen Feng put the cloth wrapped in ten taels of silver on the table and pushed it to Shui Jing. She said, "Here are ten taels of silver. Mister, please tell me where my poor daughter is. Mister, please tell me where she is. Even if you don't know where she is, you can just tell me if she is living a good life, or if she is still … alive. "As she spoke, her eyes became moist and tears fell unconsciously.
The Shuijing sighed inwardly. He secretly cursed the kidnapper and asked, "Can you write?"
Madam Zhen Feng nodded, "My husband's family used to be a scholarly family. He taught me a few words. Although I can't say that I can recognize all of them, I can write most of the common characters. "
The Shuijing gave her a piece of paper and a brush and said, "Write a character on this, any one of them will do."
Madam Zhen Feng picked up the brush and hesitated for a while before writing. Because she wanted to know the whereabouts of her daughter, she chose a character from her daughter's name.
After she finished writing, she looked at the Shuijing expectantly and nervously. The Shuijing looked at the big "Ying" character on the paper and sighed. He said in a sad voice, "The character 'Cao' is on her head and the character 'Ren' is on the frame. Your Daughter should be trapped on the ground, suffering wind and frost. Look at the character you wrote. The horizontal character is too straight and square, like the beam of a house. The character below is so close to it that there is no gap. Your Daughter's life is not in danger now, but in the end, her head will be tied to the beam of the house and she will die young. "
Madam Zhen Feng was stunned. She was so shocked that she even forgot to cry. After a while, more tears than before flowed down. She trembled and stammered, "You, you mean it? Her, her head will be tied to the beam of the house … You, you mean Ying, Yinglian will, will … How? How could she be so stubborn? My poor daughter, how much wind, frost and swords have you been through to … "She covered her face and sobbed for a while. Then, she choked and said," Forget it, forget it … I used to think that she might be abused by others, that she might not be able to eat well, and that she might not be able to wear warm clothes … But I still had a little bit of hope in my heart. I hoped that she would be able to meet a good family and live a peaceful life. Since you said so, I might as well go down to the underworld and wait for her. Then I can reunite with my daughter on the road to the netherworld and fulfill my wish. "
He waited for so many days and did all these things and said those scary words. He didn't want her to die. The Shuijing shook his head and disagreed, "That's not right. Madam, don't you want to solve Your Daughter's suffering and misfortune? "
"Can, can I?" Madam Zhen Feng was stunned and then became excited, "As long as my daughter can be safe, I am willing to kowtow in front of the Bodhisattva day and night."
"There's no need for that." Shui Jing passed the bamboo stick to her and muttered, "Heaven has the virtue of cherishing all living things. Madam, you have done a lot of good deeds in your early years and have accumulated a lot of merit. God will not cut off all your paths. Madam, don't have any distracting thoughts. Just think about where Your Daughter is now. Pray to the Bodhisattva three times in your heart and then shake the cylinder. "
Madam Zhen Feng nodded and took the cylinder. She closed her eyes and shook it for a while. Then a lot suddenly fell on the table.
This lot was not like the ones in the temple that only wrote numbers and then exchanged the numbers for the lot. There was only one sentence on it: The earth embraces the power of Jin Ling, the city flows back to the river.
The Shuijing smiled and said, "Congratulations, Madam. Your Daughter is currently trapped in Jin Ling. According to the lot, as long as you go to Jin Ling, she will naturally come back to you. In this way, Madam's lonely life and Your Daughter's misfortune can be solved. "
"Jin Ling … So she is in Jin Ling …" Madam Zhen Feng wiped the tears on her face with her sleeve and walked to the side. She knelt down and kowtowed several times.
The Shuijing hurriedly stopped her and said, "What are you doing? Madam, please get up."
Madam Zhen Feng said gratefully, "Benefactor, I am unable to repay your kindness. When I find my daughter, I will set up a longevity tablet for you and worship it every day to repay your kindness. "
The corner of the Shuijing's mouth twitched. The longevity tablet sounded nice, but when he thought about it carefully, it was usually used for people who were already dead. It was inauspicious to write his name on it. What's more, it was not easy to tell his name to other people.
Therefore, he pretended that he was not interested in fame, "This is what I should do. It's not a big deal. Besides, this is the merit that Madam has accumulated from her earlier good deeds. "
"Master, if I didn't know the truth, I would be moved to believe you." Wen Dongyan's smile was like a gentle breeze caressing his face.
The Shuijing snorted, "I don't care if you believe it or not, as long as Madam Zhen Feng believes it. As for you, I haven't settled the account with you yet! " He picked up the lot container and poured out all the bamboo sticks. After a series of clattering sounds, the bamboo sticks fell on the table in a mess. He picked up a bamboo stick and threw it at Wen Dongyan, saying angrily, "You didn't do your best to make the lot. It's all 'the land embraces the power of Jin Ling, the city flows back to the river'."
Wen Dongyan was not flustered at all. He said calmly, "Isn't this what you ordered? You told me to write all of them about Jin Ling. "
The Shuijing knocked on the table and said unhappily, "Is this what I meant? I told you to write down all the things related to Jin Ling, I didn't say it had to be exactly the same. Fortunately, Madam Zhen Feng is just an ignorant woman who is easy to fool. Otherwise, I would have lost all my face because of you. If word got out, my reputation as a divine fortune teller would be ruined. "
Wen Dongyan slowly waved the goose feather fan, "I know that Madam Zhen Feng is just an ignorant woman who is easy to fool, so I didn't put in that much effort. Anyway, I'm going to lead her to Jin Ling, so why waste more effort? Don't you think so? "
The Shuijing was angry. He turned his head and ignored him.
After admiring the black face, Wen Dongyan slowly said, "But master is really amazing. I admire you, but I'm also curious. How did you know that Madam Zhen Feng had suicidal tendencies? "
The Shuijing showed a proud expression, "Of course I saw it from her face. If I don't have this ability, how can I be called a divine fortune teller?"
Wasn't it written in the information that Madam Zhen Feng would stare blankly at a hemp rope for a long time every night?
Wen Dongyan raised his eyebrows. In the end, he didn't expose the Shuijing. No matter what, he was still his master. He had to give him some face.
The Shuijing was happy and was in the mood to chat. "I heard that Madam Zhen Feng's voice is dry. It seems that she hasn't talked for a long time. Doesn't she live in her mother's house? Doesn't she talk to her family? "
"Master, didn't you read the information?"
The smile on Wen Dongyan's face faded, "The Feng family and even this servant thought that Madam Zhen Feng was a poor relative who came to ask for money. They said that every needle and piece of thread came from their family. It's already good enough for them to scold her indirectly. Her sisters-in-law and sisters-in-law also scold her from time to time. Madam Zhen Feng is a person who doesn't fight back. What can she say to those people? "
"They are all the flesh and blood of the family. It's really hateful to ruin them like this."
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