Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

However, this warm atmosphere that came with gratitude did not last long and was shattered by He Qingyu almost in the next second.

In response to Shen Zhinian's question, the master gave a pertinent explanation - it's just bad luck, what else could it be?

It's not like they couldn't survive in the original world and committed suicide, they just wanted to die. After all, this mission was difficult, and if they didn't have some mental illness, they might not be able to survive, or their original intentions might change.

These are people who cannot be described by conventional concepts, and naturally they disdain to pursue things that ordinary people covet, such as luck, merit, etc.

Otherwise, Heaven would not be so heartless as to create another form of stowaway.

This made Shen Zhinian uncontrollably recall his stupid behavior of holding the iron clothes hanger and the black corpse that was struck by the thunder.

"Yes, I forgot to ask you how you died?"

At this time, He Qingyu's casual greeting came to his ear, which hit Shen Zhinian's heart of shame.

Shen Zhinian's expression changed slightly, and he pretended to be thinking hard. He said in a soft voice, "If I had to use a word to describe the whole process, it would probably be the tribulation of your cultivation world."

After saying this, she was probably really immersed in the sorrow of failing to overcome the tribulation, and she turned her face away, heartbroken!

He Qingyu: "..."

Being struck by lightning can be described in such a profound and mysterious way. You are amazing, my good disciple!

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Feeling that no matter how miserable the experience could be, it could not be more outrageous than the one at the beginning, Shen Zhinian followed the master he met on the roadside and resolutely embarked on the road of feudal superstition.

Although it is still a master-disciple organization, the base camp that He Qingyu brought her back to has a great background. It is the largest sect he once belonged to. All the immortals have left, so aren't they all Jizhi He's property?

They simply changed the sect's name to Sun-Moon Valley, and put up a Taoist barrier to cover it up to prevent outsiders from spying and disturbing it.

But now it is no longer the world of immortal cultivation. Whenever there is a heavy rain, the barrier will dissipate, revealing the original appearance of the immortal mountain.

He Qingyu could use his spiritual power to maintain it, but he felt that it was unnecessary.

When the destined person arrives, he will sooner or later bring that person into the world. The sooner people know about the existence of Sun Moon Valley, the more convenient their operations will be.

Therefore, with He Qingyu's tacit consent, it would occasionally be discovered by villagers who accidentally entered the mountains during heavy rains.

Or he was seriously injured by a wild beast in the mountains and fled here dying, only to be miraculously cured by He Qingyu.

Over time, the rumor that there was a fairy mountain here and a miracle doctor lived in it spread widely. Only during heavy rains could the destined people find it.

He was shrouded in a veil of mystery. In addition, He Qingyu had indeed been involved in alchemy before, and his medical skills were beyond doubt, which led to him being directly deified by people in the outside world.

Sun Moon Valley is also affectionately called the Valley of Divine Medicine by the outside world.

He·Lost his real name·Miracle doctor·Qingyu: “…” That’s fine, at least he has a respected identity, not a monster.

From his fall from the world of immortal cultivation to the present, nearly fifty years have passed, and he has spent most of his time in the Sun and Moon Valley. Occasionally, during heavy rains, the voices of people who came to seek medical treatment intentionally or unintentionally could be heard at the entrance.

It is not found very often, and people will only find it once in the first few years.

He is famous now, but it also depends on fate. He Qingyu's KPI this year is only to provide medical services for ten people.

They are all suffering from a strange poison and will die in the next second, so he doesn't bother to make any trouble.

Fifty years was just a matter of several retreats for He Qingyu, so he didn't feel lonely. Now, the deserted Sun Moon Valley finally welcomed its second owner.

Now Shen Zhinian has not learned anything except modern skills, so naturally he was arranged to live on the mountain where He Qingyu is.

When she can master flying with a sword, she can move to Qinyue Peak. Otherwise, how can a good person learn from this mountain and climb up that mountain every day?

By the time she crawled over, a whole day had passed.

Fortunately, Shen Zhinian has always been a good learner. Without the entertainment and convenience of modern life, he became more focused on his practice.

He is a rare genius, and now that he has changed his career, he still shows his talent.

To use the master's words to describe it, she was born to do this job!

Especially that convincing charlatan temperament and that clever mouth that can turn black into white.

Just like back then, in the huge office, she tapped the table with her fingertips nonchalantly, and the assistant beside her respectfully poured her a cup of tea.

She clasped her hands together on the desk and said in a firm and straightforward voice: "You are a psychopath."

As soon as the words fell, a chorus of cries and shouts rang out, with people crying out in pain: "Why is my son like this?!"

Tsk, I can’t recall, she was really so hot back then!

A few years passed in a flash. Not only did Shen Zhinian thoroughly understand her master's socially anxious and otaku nature, but in the second year of her going up the mountain, she also welcomed the second person who was chosen to cause a big death, her good junior brother - Fu Guanci.

She went to find it herself.

Otherwise, why do people say that we are all the chosen ones in the middle school?

Shen Zhinian calculated that Fu Guanci's position was constantly changing. When he finally caught him, his small body was lying on the back of a big yellow dog, running forward.

Pretty cool way to make an entrance, right? If you ignore the group of Deadpools chasing after him.

The moment the man and the dog looked at each other, the scene seemed to be in slow motion, and Shen Zhinian's gaze fell uncontrollably on the dog's lips that were moving up and down and left and right.

The dog's mouth opened and closed, and a shocking "Fuck!" was blurted out, clearly reaching my ears.

For a moment, Shen Zhinian even began to reflect on whether he had really stayed with mentally ill patients for too long in his previous life?

Otherwise, how could a dog be so fashionable these days?

Just when I was doubting my life, my eyes were fixed on the dog's mouth, which didn't close in time and drooled out.

Fu Guanci quickly pulled his hand away from the dog's side and exclaimed again: "F*ck!!!"

Shen Zhinian: “What the hell???”

Eh? !

It is known that the dog's mouth is busy drooling, so...oh.

Saoao Rui~It is indeed her problem that she has a big imagination.

Closer to home.

It is said that two feet are no match for four legs. The man in black who was chasing with a knife was left far behind. The two men passed each other quickly and both shouted "Fuck" and confirmed each other's identities.

National quintessence, a unique signal of the Chinese people.