If you want fortune telling, get a divorce first

Ruoqin was watching from the side and planned to go back and ask his master to give some advice to Ruoyu's school teacher, saying that he was not paying enough attention at school every day.

Ruoyu and Ruqin were able to take all the remaining things. Song Mi wanted to pay the delivery fee to the master, but the boss said it was free for Taiqing Temple. "Next time you want to buy something for Taiqing Temple, just tell me and I'll give you a discount."

"Do you locals believe in Taoism a lot?" Song Mi asked him.

“Few people believed in him. Previously, they thought that Master Wuwang was a kind-hearted man. The two children he adopted were previously abandoned children in the village.

Some time ago, Ruoqin helped a master in a Taoist temple to rescue a woman who had been abducted. Believe it or not, everyone in this Taoist temple is a good person.

Although we can't do anything big, helping out in daily life can be considered as doing good deeds and accumulating virtue."

The boss was about to leave on his tricycle when Song Mi stopped him. "This amulet is for you. Keep it with you. When you go back, don't drive for three days."

"Did you see what kind of bloody disaster I was in?" The boss was a little curious. That's how TV dramas are played.

"It's not that serious. I just see a black mark on the top of your nose. It indicates something is wrong with your financial position. It's best if you don't drive to deliver goods or discuss business for the next two days."

The boss took a look through the car mirror, but he couldn't see anything and there was an expression of distrust in his eyes.

Ruo Qin said, "This fellow Taoist is the master who solved the Niu family case."

After the boss was surprised, he quickly put the amulet close to his body in his inner pocket and said, "I have long admired your name, Master. I will definitely remember your words."

This time, Song Mi felt a pang of conscience and helped carry a bag of snacks. "Ruoqin, your master hasn't come down the mountain yet, has he?"

"No," Ruoqin recalled the visit of Zhang Hao and his family of three that morning. "If you had come a few hours earlier, you could have seen Mr. Zhang and his family setting up the altar for you."

Although the morning ceremony was simple, Ruoqin felt a sense of piety and sacredness at the moment of offering sacrifices to the altar.

After the Zhang family left, he asked his master why he had such a feeling. The master said that it was because he felt the piety of faith.

faith.

He had also asked his master, "But Fellow Daoist Song's practice isn't orthodox, and he doesn't even follow the rules when applying the methods. It's a bit... rough. Can such a person be believed in?"

The master told him, "True faith is never about whether one's belief in a certain person is orthodox, but whether that person's actions benefit all living beings and uphold justice, and whether the beliefs they hold are just."

Some people seem good, but they do great evil; some people seem evil, but they do good.

Therefore, judging whether a person is good or evil is not just about the good and evil defined in the traditional sense.

The problem that had troubled him for half a month finally became clear to him after he saw Zhang Hao and his wife - what Song Mi did was to save people, so no matter what magic she used, her heart was good.

Arriving at the Taoist temple, Song Mi saw his small tablet with his own eyes and smiled, with a sincere look of compassion for all living beings in his eyes.

Ruoyu, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but calm down when he saw her. He saw the faint blue light lingering around Song Mi, like blue fireflies dancing around her.

Ruoyu raised his hand and grabbed a handful. It felt cool and comfortable.

"Grandma, you shine!"

Song Mi came back to her senses, and all the spiritual power from the divine position gathered in her body, and the blue light disappeared.

Song Mi smiled and poked Ruoyu's forehead, "I'm not a lamp, how can I shine?"

Ruoyu looked at her in confusion. The light on her body disappeared again?

Song Mi took out a box from her bag and handed it to Ruoqin. "This is a mobile phone that can pay for internet access. Study the instructions yourself. If you don't understand, ask me."

He sent Ruoyu to eat some snacks, and went in from the path behind the temple to look for Wuwang.

The weather is very good today. The afternoon sunshine is warm and comfortable, making people feel warm.

Wuwang, dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe, sat leisurely in a rattan chair.

"You seem to be quite free." Song Mi Shi had already poured tea for her on the table. She walked over slowly and took a sip. It was a little cold.

"We old people have nothing to do except lying down." Wuwang said, touching his goatee.

"You have nothing to do, but you are busy arranging Zhang Hao and the others to set up a memorial tablet for me."

Wuwang laughed with a bright voice, and even with his white hair it was hard to guess his age.

"It's just a small favor, don't be polite, and I'm sincerely grateful."

"Okay, I owe you two favors. Feel free to come to me if you need help." Song Mi also generously accepted his generous gift.

"No thanks," Wuwang waved the whisk in his hand, "I see you bought a lot of things, why don't you cook dinner?"

"...Stinky old man, how dare you ask me to cook?"

"What else can we do? No one here knows how to cook meat."

"...Old man, don't take advantage of your age. I'm embarrassed to scold you!"

"Did you curse enough?"

“…disrespectful to the elderly!”

Wuwang finally opened his eyes and glanced at Song Mi, as if to say, look, you're still scolding me.

"Okay, I want to ask you something," Song Mi became serious and called Wuwang.

"In these years, I haven't heard that any Xuanshi has come to Jiugou Village, but if they are intentionally hiding it, then I don't know."

Jiugou Village and Taiqing Temple are in two directions of the town. Wuwang has rarely been to Jiugou Village in recent years. Most people who have something to ask for come to the Taoist temple to ask him to tell their fortunes.

"So, you haven't encountered any unusual situations while doing fortune-telling or feng shui in this area?"

Wuwang recalled carefully that there were not many people who believed in these things now. They just came here to burn incense during festivals and pray for peace of mind. If they really had serious illnesses or disasters, they would go to the hospital.

"But I do remember Niu Chong, the one you mentioned. When his father was still alive, he brought him to me for a fortune-telling. Because of karma from his previous life, he was destined to be a lonely and foolish man in this life, and there's no way to reverse that."

"But I never thought I would commit such a sin. I probably won't be able to be reborn as a human in my next life."

This was his original fate, and Niu Chong still has this fate now, which shows that Niu Chong's fate has not been changed.

"So, you haven't encountered any strange incidents outside in the past few years?"

The female Xuanshi left Jiugou Village and needed to survive no matter where she went. Xuanshi basically saved people or became an evil cultivator to harm people.

"No." The orders Wuwang took were basically around H City. He would not go too far. The economic level here was average and people generally lived a peaceful life.

Even if there are some little ghosts and monsters, they are easy to deal with.

"But I can take jobs anywhere in the future. It's convenient for you to go."

At the end, Wuwang added a sentence, feeling that he could finally enjoy his retirement in peace.

Song Mi didn't think it was a big deal to help get more orders. After all, it was also a way to accumulate merit for himself, but he felt annoyed in his heart.

"I always feel that since I woke up, there is a mysterious person trying to control some people around me."

For example, the car accident that awakened her prematurely, the out-of-control Zhang Raner and the Zhang family, and... Bai Keyan...

"Wuwang, I suddenly envy your retirement life."

Wuwang lay back in the rattan chair and started rocking back and forth. "When you come to live here in your old age, I'll ask Ruoqin to make you another rattan chair."

As the sun was setting, Ruoqin came to Song Mi helplessly and said that he didn't know how to cook meat.

Song Mi finally put on an apron and went into the kitchen. Ruoyu was fiddling with her senior brother's new phone, taking pictures with the camera.

While Song Mi was cutting vegetables, he leaned against the window and took pictures of Song Mi. Song Mi smiled and said, "Do you make me look ugly in the picture?"

"Not ugly, grandma is beautiful!"

Song Mi made a dish of braised pork ribs and twice-cooked pork, and the rest of the vegetarian dishes were made by Ruqin. Two meat dishes, two vegetable dishes and a soup looked delicious when they were placed on the table.

"I want to take a picture first!" Ruoyu stopped Wuwang from picking up his chopsticks, then stood on tiptoe to take a few pictures of the dishes.

"Ruoyu, stop playing and try the spareribs. They're delicious." Song Mi snatched the phone from Ruoyu's hand. "Children shouldn't play with their phones all the time."

While eating, Song Mi picked out a few photos from the album and sent them to herself. She hadn't posted on WeChat Moments for a long time. She shared two photos of herself cutting vegetables and cooking, and two photos of scenery and food.

Caption: Provide for the elderly and make money from fortune telling.

Song Mi consumed a lot of spiritual power when he was at the Zhang family, and when he was looking for Si Qicheng's soul, he used his spiritual sense to track it, so his spiritual power was not replenished in time.

This time I came to Taiqing Temple mainly to restore my spiritual power.

After dinner, she went to the cold spring in the back mountain.

As for the fact that Si Qicheng liked his Moments and sent her a message the next night, she didn't even see it.