The prince can read minds! I just want to be a princess and have a bad time

When Shen Yu raised his eyes, he saw Mr. Song walking out of the shop.

The intelligence sent by the Su Mansion also included his daily movements, which was also a new vocabulary that Shen Yu had taught them earlier.

Mr. Song attached the most importance to the business of his own cloth shop. He would walk around the shop every day to check on the situation. He was also very superstitious, so he was particularly upset by the fact that his aunt's rented house was haunted.

Mr. Song was walking out of the shop with his head down. Shen Yu, holding a handful of copper coins in one hand and counting with the other, also walked straight towards him with his head down, and successfully bumped into him.

"Who are you? Don't you have eyes when you walk? Are you daring enough to bump into our master? Are you looking for death?"

The servants behind Mr. Song hurried forward to help the staggering master, and then scolded him! Everyone in the mansion knew that the master was in a bad mood recently, so they didn't dare to get close to him, and then something happened!

"Ding ding dong dong..." The coins were scattered all over the floor.

Shen Yu ignored them and immediately squatted down, counting the coins while calculating with his head down, muttering to himself, "One, two, three, four... four in the middle and four down? It's actually the Ghost Movement Hexagram? It's a very bad omen!"

"Hey! What the hell are you..." One of the servants wanted to step forward and chase them away.

"Shut up! Don't interfere with the Taoist's calculations!" Mu Yi, the "coachman" with a scar on half of his face, is protecting Shen Yu behind him with a ferocious look. He looks very much in character, proving that he is very satisfied with his outfit.

Gu Yu also walked up and apologized to the servants as if he was used to it. "Please forgive me, benefactor. This happens every time our master is anxious to tell fortunes. Two days ago, the master predicted that there was a murderous house here. Seeing the evil spirit rising to the sky, I accidentally bumped into this benefactor. I am really sorry. Please do as you please."

Mr. Song looked at the Taoist priest who was looking down at him and telling fortunes. He felt his eyebrows twitching. He had an instinctive trust in monks, so he immediately reprimanded the rude servant. When he spoke again, he was extremely respectful, "It was my servant who was ignorant and offended the Taoist priest. Please don't blame me, Taoist priests."

Shen Yu suddenly looked up when he heard his voice. After looking at him, his eyes widened. Then he looked back at the shop with "Song's Cloth Shop" written on it. His expression changed, "I see! So that's it! Kan Gua represents water. Water can drown wood. Wood turns to ashes when it meets fire... In the end, there is nothing left. All illusions will eventually become empty."

She turned her head again, looking in a certain direction with a serious expression, "The Kan hexagram also indicates the danger and difficulty of movement. It could be an underground river, a well, or any disaster related to underground water sources. It's not clear..."

Mr. Song was stunned by what she said. He was already scared to death when he heard the words danger and evil spirit. He looked in the direction of her eyes. Wasn’t that… He was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat and suddenly became nervous, “Master… Why do you say that?”

Shen Yu just looked at him deeply, then pointed at the copper coins on the ground and said, "Alas... This is God's will. It's not a very optimistic sign. Donor, you'd better take care of yourself." After saying that, he raised his foot and was about to leave.

Seeing her deliberately leaving words half-sentenced and sighing before leaving, the servant knew she was a liar, so he immediately scolded her, "Don't go, you fake Taoists, why are you pretending to be so profound? Don't think we will believe you just because you say a few lies!" He was the old lady's confidant who was sent to be by the master's side. It was no secret that his master was superstitious, and he had seen this kind of thing many times.

"How dare you!" Wu Liu shouted at the side. It was finally his turn to speak!

"This copper coin divination was cast by your master. My master was just giving you a kind reminder. Humph! You don't know what's good for you!" Guyu said angrily, looking innocent and harmless.

"Don't be rude!"

Shen Yu raised his hands lightly, his tone gentle but revealing unquestionable solemnity, and said, "My benefactor, please forgive me for being abrupt. I did not intend to interfere in your private affairs. I just mistakenly thought that this evil spirit that rushed straight into the sky was caused by the poor maintenance of the formation in recent days. I was afraid that it would affect innocent people, so I hurried here to find out. But after a closer look, I realized that this was the karma of the past life, and it was entangled in a complex cycle of cause and effect. It is not something that can be easily intervened by human power, and it is difficult to violate the will of heaven. If I forcibly intervene, it may violate the laws of nature. I hope that the benefactor can distinguish right from wrong and deal with it properly. I will take my leave now and will not disturb you any more.'"

After saying that, she turned and left, leaving behind a few people with unfathomable backs, as if all the troubles in the world could not hold her back. There was no trace of a charlatan's entanglement, and she disappeared cleanly and neatly around the street corner.

Mr. Song felt more and more uneasy. He glared at the talkative servant and immediately chased after him. Finally, he stopped him on the street behind his aunt's ancestral house. "Master...Master, please stay! Master!"

Shen Yu hid a triumphant smile on his face, it's done!

She paused and turned around slowly. Her eyes seemed to be calm and indifferent after having seen all the prosperity. Her brows were slightly furrowed, showing the extraordinary and otherworldly look of a hermit. "Donor, what's the matter?"

Seeing her surprised expression, Mr. Song believed it even more and said hurriedly, "Master, what you just said is... is there something wrong in my house? That murderous house has appeared..."

Shen Yu looked at him with sympathy, "Alas... since it is an unsolvable karma, why should you force it? Although you are innocently implicated, since you have entered the game, how can you get out of it unscathed? Donor, take care!"

Mr. Song was very surprised. No wonder his cloth shop had encountered frequent accidents in the past few days. Either rats in the warehouse had bitten the silk for no reason, or the wheels broke while delivering goods, and he even fell down when walking on flat ground... His mother said that their Song family had been benevolent merchants for generations, so how could they suddenly encounter such difficulties? It turned out that he was implicated innocently?

Seeing that they were about to leave again, Mr. Song became anxious and quickly stopped them, "Master, please give me some advice and save our Song family from this dire situation!" Having said that, it was definitely impossible for him to let them go.

Shen Yu sighed softly, his tone full of helplessness and compassion, "Donor, please forgive me for not being able to obey your order. The secrets of heaven cannot be easily discovered by human power. Once leaked, I am afraid of being punished by heaven, and I will not be able to escape the blame. I hope that the donor will sympathize with my difficulties. I wish you great blessings and hope that we will meet again in the future."

Mr. Song was almost crying, "Master, please save me! At least you can give me some advice!"

He knew that he was forcing someone to do something he wanted, but this person was obviously a hermit! He absolutely could not let go of this only life-saving straw! !

"You... Sigh! Well, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Although I cannot go against the will of heaven, I can help you set up a protective formation in the place where the evil spirit is the strongest. But whether you can survive it depends on your luck."

"Thank you, Taoist Priest, thank you, Master!!"

Isn't Mr. Song very superstitious? She wants to see what he will choose between his own misfortune and the misfortune of others.