If you want fortune telling, get a divorce first

The next day, Si Qicheng returned to the Si family. Song Mi sat on a lounge chair on the terrace, basking in the sun while studying the matter of selling talismans online.

She has checked online these days and found many people buying talismans, but most of them have no spiritual power and are useless.

But even if Song Mi sells her this spiritual power thing now, there are not many people who are willing to buy it, and the most expensive one others offer is no more than ten yuan.

She sold this priceless talisman for just a few bucks online. It was such a loss!

It’s so hard to make money in this world!

After lying quietly for a while, I suddenly felt a heat on my forehead, followed by a shallow stream of spiritual power flowing into my body.

It's faith!

Song Mi sat up suddenly. Someone was offering sacrifices to her!

Song Mi pointed to her forehead with two fingers, feeling the source of the spiritual power. It was Zhang Hao and his family of three who went to Taiqing Temple to set up a tablet for her.

"I don't know if Master Song can feel our sincerity." Zhang Hao couldn't help but wonder after lighting the incense.

"Sincerity is the key to success." An elderly Taoist priest said slowly from the side.

"We wanted to come and thank you in person, but Master Song had already left."

Li Lan pulled her daughter aside and asked Wuwang, "Master Wuwang, if Master Song comes back, please let us know."

"Every encounter is predestined. If the three donors express their sincere gratitude, more good results will be reaped in the future."

Seeing that their daughter had recovered a lot, Song Mi looked at the facilities in the Taoist temple with curiosity, and her eyes were full of hope and youth again.

It seems that she used the amnesia spell after testifying.

Song Mi put down his hand, and the scene of Taiqing Temple disappeared.

This was the first faith she had received in a hundred years. The long-lost warmth traveled through Song Mi's body and finally returned to her dantian.

This incident also reminded Song Mi of what happened in Jiugou Village. Anyway, Lin Dengke was keeping an eye on Zhang Yurou for her.

Since Si Qicheng's matter would take a few more days, she decided to go to Jiugou Village.

Song Mi thought about it and sent a message to Si Qicheng: I'm going to Jiugou Village and will be back before the 15th.

She will probably be there for a week.

She was too lazy to go out and bother, and since she had believers now, she wasn't worried about lack of spiritual power. She changed her clothes and teleported directly to her apartment.

Finding that Lindenko was not there, he was summoned over.

"Where have you been?" Song Mi asked.

"I'm going to keep an eye on Zhang Yurou." Lin Dengke was swinging on the swing in the Si family garden when he was suddenly called over.

"Is there anything unusual?" Song Mi asked.

"No, she's watering the flowers in the garden now."

"Then you continue to watch. I have to leave for five or six days and will be back before the 15th. During this time, you just keep an eye on them. If you can't defeat them, just run away and wait for me to come back to deal with it."

Song Mi lit another stick of incense for him, thought for a moment, and added, "By the way, protect Si Qicheng."

After all, something is missing, even if there is a little golden light protecting the body, it is still easy to attract some evil things.

After Song Mi finished giving his instructions, he disappeared from the spot.

Lindenko stood there in surprise for a moment, "Is it an illusion? Her spiritual power seems to have become a little stronger?"

After a moment of confusion, he stopped by the boy's house next door to take a look. Well, he hadn't come back yet, so he would come back in the evening.

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Jiugou Village.

Niu Chong's house had been empty for a long time, and the door was littered with fallen leaves and garbage. She found a villager and asked about the location of Niu Chong's old house, and went straight there.

The old house is halfway up the mountain. Behind the house is farmland, in front of the house is the road leading down the mountain, on one side is a woods, on the other side is a cliff, and the door faces the downhill slope, which is a typical sign of losing money.

In the early years, people who were educated or had some property would pay attention to feng shui. The fact that the Niu family could build a house here shows that their financial situation was not good.

The old house was still made of adobe, with the heavy wooden door half-closed.

Song Mi pushed the door open and it creaked, followed by a rotten and damp smell mixed with dust.

The silence in the house was strange and eerie. It was clearly noon when the sun was shining brightly, but the house was dark and eerie.

Song Mi put on a mask and the hood of his windbreaker and went in.

There was nothing left in the house. There was nothing in the two bedrooms except two wooden beds and broken cabinets, and the storage room was empty.

Just as Song Mi was about to leave the master bedroom, a gust of wind blew through, and the door inside the master bedroom made a creaking sound.

Song Mi walked in and found that there was another door at the innermost part of the master bedroom, and there was a faint vibration of evil spirits inside the door.

Song Mi held a talisman in his hand and walked over slowly and cautiously.

This door was also half-open. As soon as the door was pushed open, a black shadow rushed out, and the talisman in Song Mi's hand knocked the black shadow down.

Looking at the squeaking bats on the ground, Song Mi was speechless and went into the room.

There was only one altar in the room, which was covered with a thick layer of dust. The incense ash had become damp and moldy, and only a small area in the middle of the altar was clean.

That should be the place where the memorial tablet is placed.

It seems that someone who knows the mysterious arts came here and took the things away before her.

Who was this person who knew she was coming?

Song Mi went out and observed the surroundings. The terrain was too bad. There were no other spiritual creatures around except some sparrows and crows.

The murder case involving Wu Qin and others was serious and had been transferred to the provincial level as soon as it was exposed, so she could not get in.

The clues to Jiugou Village were cut off.

But what Song Mi could confirm was that the man was temporarily avoiding her, at least not daring to confront her head-on for now.

If you can't beat her, that's not a bad thing.

Song Mi went to the grain and oil store in town, bought some rice, noodles and oil, and asked the owner to help deliver the goods to Taiqing Temple.

She asked the boss to take her to the convenience store to buy some snacks and drinks, and then went to the meat stall to buy a few pounds of meat, and asked the boss to deliver them to Taiqing Temple.

When they reached the small road leading to the Taoist temple, the boss looked at Song Mi in embarrassment, "How many trips up and down will it take to carry this?"

"It's okay," Song Mi pulled out a piece of yellow paper and used his spiritual power to quickly apply force, his voice neither hurried nor slow, "Ruqin, Ruoyu, come down and move the things."

The sound transmitted through the talisman was louder than that of a loudspeaker, echoing in the valley. The boss looked at the talisman paper with some surprise and envy.

Ruoyu was taking a nap on the mat when he suddenly heard someone calling him and woke up with a start.

Then they heard more calls, and Ruoyu recognized Song Mi's voice, "It's Grandma!"

"Ruoyu, come and get the candy and chips I bought for you!"

"Sugar!" Ruoyu rolled up from the ground and ran out to see his senior brother standing at the door. "Senior brother, it's Grandma who's back!"

"Hurry up, go get the candy!" Ruoyu pulled Ruoqin down the mountain.

Song Mi handed a bottle of water to the grain and oil shop owner, opened one for himself and waited for the two men to come down.

"Grandma!" Ruoyu saw Song Mi from afar, and regardless of his senior brother's instructions to slow down, he left his senior brother's hand and ran downstairs.

Song Mi looked at Xiao Ruoyu running towards her with his arms open, and thought he was going to hug her and open his arms.

Ruoyu, however, slipped under her arm and climbed onto the tricycle to hug Snacks.

What's wrong with this little brat!

Not cute at all!

Ruoqin, who was walking behind, saw Song Mi put down his arms in frustration and embarrassment, and smiled, but when Song Mi looked at him, he returned to his usual cold demeanor.

"Ruqin, walk faster."

Ruoqin came over and saw two bags of rice, a bag of flour, a bag of noodles, and various other odds and ends in the tricycle...

"You bought so much?" Ruoqin couldn't hold back his expression. "Can we even move this up there?"

"Kid, how can you practice if you can't even move it?" Song Mi pulled off a bag of 20 kilograms of flour and gave it to him, but Ruoqin got on the car and carried the bag of 100 kilograms of rice by himself.

"Can you do it?" Song Mi looked at his small body with some concern.

Ruoqin hummed and walked up, although his steps were heavy but not difficult.

"Wow, this young master is really good, he has some strength." The grain and oil shop owner couldn't help but sigh, and then he also carried a bag of rice, and carried flour and noodles to catch up with Ruoqin.

Song Mi pulled Ruoyu, who was tearing open potato chips, out of the car and said, "Finish moving first before you can eat!"

Ruoyu saw that his senior brother was already carrying things upstairs, so he picked up the oil that was half his height and walked forward.

Song Mi found it quite amusing to see him following the two adults happily.

Fortunately, Taiqing Temple was not too high, and it was only a hundred steps away. The three of them soon came down again.

Ruoqin was so exhausted that he was out of breath. He asked Song Mi, who was sitting in the car eating potato chips, "Grandma, why don't you move?"

"I bought this for you. Of course you have to move it yourself. And did Master Wuwang teach you to respect the elderly and love the young?"

"Taught."

"Yes, you should respect the elderly and love the young, and be self-reliant, right?"

Ruoyu's little head was filled with confusion. "But you're not old?"

"Old isn't just about the elderly; it's also about the elders~"

"Oh……"