I really am a fortune teller

He thought he would see a touching scene of long-lost classmates reuniting, but he didn't expect Fang Xihua to say such a thing right off the bat. His mouth is really sharp.

Wei Chen's face darkened. He had forgotten that when the original owner was in school, he didn't have many friends and was mostly a loner. Since the original owner suddenly went from a genius to a good-for-nothing, he was bound to feel inferior. Moreover, the school he attended wasn't just an ordinary institution, but a cultivation school.

Those who study here all have some skills, more or less.

For example, the son of a paper craftsman, the daughter of a coffin bearer, the son of a corpse retriever, and the daughter of a treasure hunter.

Originally, being called the son of a fortune teller should have made Wei Chen a star student in junior high school, but Wei Chen never improved his grades. Moreover, the rumors about the Wei family's genius turning into a good-for-nothing had spread throughout the entire martial arts world. Under these circumstances, the original owner of this body became extremely withdrawn.

After searching through the original owner's memories for a long time, Wei Chen finally confirmed that Fang Xihua was one of those who liked to bully the original owner.

Wei Chen said to this person, "Long time no see, you're so stupid it's unbelievable!"

Wei Chen coughed and said, "Yes, this is all I can do to get by. I don't know how to work, and I don't have any special skills. I can only get by by getting by."

Jiang Hanyi was dumbfounded.

He thought Wei Chen and Fang Xihua would fight.

The Laughing Buddha was also startled.

Fang Xihua raised his head high: "It's been so long since I've seen you. I never expected you to have fallen into such a state. The direct descendants of the Wei family are truly getting worse with each generation."

Wei Chen said naturally, "That's right. I also think the Wei family isn't what it used to be. We can't compare to you tomb raiders. You can still sell some treasures occasionally. Your Southern Red Guanyin looks pretty good. It can fool people. It's very credible. The more you make it look old, the better."

Hearing Wei Chen praise him, Fang Xihua felt secretly pleased. So what if the Wei family was one of the four great families? Wasn't it still a bunch of good-for-nothings?

However, Wei Chen's words took a turn for the worse towards the end. Fang Xihua slammed his hand on the counter, angrily pointing at Wei Chen and saying, "What makes you think this thing is fake? What makes you think it's been artificially aged?"

“It’s not fake,” Wei Chen said confidently. “At least the age isn’t fake, but as for the rest, this isn’t Southern Red Agate. Laughing Buddha, are you still half asleep today?”

The Laughing Buddha's eyes widened: "That's impossible! I just tested Southern Red Agate."

As the monk with the cloth bag spoke, he picked up a magnifying glass to examine the object and asked Fang Xihua to place the Southern Red Guanyin on the counter. Fang Xihua naturally complied, as it was indeed difficult to speak while holding such a heavy object.

After placing the Southern Red Agate on the counter, Fang Xihua angrily said to Wei Chen, "What do you know? You've never even seen what Southern Red Agate is in your life, so what makes you say that? Even the Laughing Buddha couldn't tell the difference?"

"He only looked at the surface," Wei Chen said calmly, "but didn't see what it was really like inside."

Originally, the Laughing Buddha only had a magnifying glass, but upon hearing Wei Chen's words, he calmly picked up a flashlight and shone it on the Southern Red Guanyin.

Not only the Laughing Buddha, but even Jiang Hanyi could see clearly that when the flashlight shone on the Southern Red Guanyin, something like capillaries appeared on the Southern Red Guanyin, intricate and complex, just like the blood system of an infant.

The Laughing Buddha's hand trembled, and the flashlight fell to the ground. He was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth. He said to Fang Xihua, "Take your things and get out of here right now."

"You don't know its value?" Fang Xihua looked at the Laughing Buddha with surprise. "Can't you see that it's such a good thing?"

Fang Xihua spoke arrogantly, and the Cloth Bag Monk said irritably, "Yes, I can't see it. I'm just that clueless. Get out of here right now. If you stay here for even a second longer, I'll beat you to death."

As the Laughing Buddha spoke, he clapped his hands, and two burly men came out from the second floor and quickly ran towards Fang Xihua. Fang Xihua was startled, grabbed the Southern Red Guanyin, and hurriedly retreated, shouting loudly, "Your little shop is a rip-off, shameless!"

As he spoke, he quickly left the shop, but then plopped down at the entrance, unwilling to leave: "Come and see, everyone! This little shop is a bully, it's a rip-off, shameless!"

Fang Xihua was practically throwing a tantrum.

Jiang Hanyi didn't understand any of this and said with a puzzled look, "Budai Monk, why don't you just accept it? It looks so awkward."

"Whoever takes this junk will go bankrupt, whoever takes it will die." The Cloth Bag Monk said incredulously, "Jiang Hanyi, you are a nine-star spiritual doctor, and you came with Wei Chen, you don't even know about this kind of thing?"

Jiang Hanyi touched his nose; he really didn't know anything.

Wei Chen patted Jiang Hanyi on the shoulder: "That's not Nan Hong."

"Even if it's fake, just give him thirty or fifty yuan and he'll be done with it. Even if it's just a big piece of plastic, it's still pretty to have in the house, all red and shiny." Jiang Hanyi's aesthetic sense seems to have vanished; he probably just threw it at home.

The Laughing Buddha was dumbfounded.

Wei Chen didn't explain. The more foolish Jiang Hanyi acted, the safer he would be when he went to the Cloth Bag Monk's tomb. He had previously made a three-point agreement with the Cloth Bag Monk. Although the Cloth Bag Monk was related to Wei Chen's father, who knew how strong that relationship was when money was involved?

The Laughing Buddha said angrily, "You don't know, that 'Southern Red Guanyin' isn't made of Southern Red agate, it's made of fetal fluid."

No sooner had the Laughing Buddha finished speaking than someone in the crowd asked, "How much is your Southern Red Guanyin?"

"50, I'll sell it for 50." Fang Xihua said breathlessly, "My family suffered a disaster, otherwise I wouldn't be putting this Ming Dynasty Southern Red Guanyin up for sale."

Someone in the crowd took a liking to the Guanyin statue, and Fang Xihua beamed with joy. The two chatted and laughed as they walked to the side, seemingly intending to make a private deal.

With nothing exciting to see, the people left.

Wei Chen craned his neck to look, and Jiang Hanyi said with a surprised expression, "Since it's not a Southern Red Guanyin, aren't you afraid that someone will go bankrupt after buying it? By the way, what is fetal fluid?"

"Don't be afraid." Unexpectedly, the Cloth Bag Monk revealed a strange smile: "The person who just bought the item is a well-known treasure hunter on this street. He would never be wrong. Fang Xihua is definitely going to be in big trouble. You see, he actually dared to try to fool me with this kind of thing. I'll make a call right now and have the old man over there teach Fang Xihua a lesson."

As the monk with the cloth bag was speaking, he ran to the side to make a phone call. Jiang Hanyi looked up at Wei Chen and asked, "Explain to me what amniotic fluid is?"

"Medical conditions in ancient China were not very good. Many women faced death during childbirth. They died before the baby was born. Moreover, women had little status at that time, especially concubines. If a woman accidentally became pregnant, the wife would secretly dispose of her child and bury her in a coffin. Over time, even if the child was fully formed, it would turn into a pool of liquid and remain inside the woman's uterus."

Wei Chen sighed and explained what he knew: "This is fetal fluid. Fetal fluid is very strange. After thousands of years of evolution, it will gradually change into a special shape. Some become human-shaped, and some become the shape of Guanyin. It is probably because there is jade buried with the coffin, which happens to grow into this shape. Anyway, no one knows why it changes into Guanyin."

"Just now, when the Laughing Buddha shone his flashlight on the Southern Red Agate Guanyin, you saw it too. There was something like capillaries on the Guanyin. That's actually the amniotic fluid. Let me put it this way, you should know how amber is formed, right? This amniotic fluid is similar to amber."