Fortune telling? How do you explain your hand-drawn lightning magic and sword flight?

As night approached 11 p.m., the sky was filled with twinkling stars, which set off the bright moon in the center.

On a quiet road in the eastern suburbs, two figures are walking side by side.

After escaping from the sand factory, Wang Wenjing clung tightly to Chen Xuan's clothes. Chen Xuan could only passively pull Wang Wenjing along, because he was carrying a food bag in his left hand, inside which was a dark, desiccated Kumanthong.

Soon, Chen Xuan and his companion were greeted by a passing taxi.

After the two got into the car, the driver looked at Wang Wenjing with surprise, then glanced at the dried goods in Chen Xuan's food bag and said, "Oh my, what kind of dried meat are you carrying? I've never seen it before."

Seeing this, Chen Xuan smiled and said, "It's dried Yokohama monkey meat sent by a distant relative who was extradited."

The driver nodded: "So, where are you two headed?"

As it approached 11 o'clock, the driver naturally assumed the two were a couple.

At this moment, Chen Xuan said, "Let's go to the Fuyao Hotel in the city."

"okay."

The driver was very talkative and chatted with Chen Xuan the whole way, so that the atmosphere wouldn't become awkward.

When Wang Wenjing heard Chen Xuan say that he was carrying rhesus monkey jerky, she couldn't help but smile slightly. She was very well-behaved at the moment, and without saying a word, she turned her head to look at Chen Xuan's clean and handsome appearance, and occasionally a satisfied smile appeared on her lips.

Chen Xuan didn't interact much with Wang Wenjing, because his Yin spirit only had less than an hour left to exist.

Soon, as the two chatted, they arrived at their destination.

However, as he was about to pay and get off the bus, Chen Xuan felt a little flustered.

Seeing that Chen Xuan's expression was unnatural, the driver asked what was wrong, whether something had happened, or if he had lost something and wanted to turn back to get it.

Because Wang Wenjing had just escaped from the clutches of thugs at the sand manufacturing plant, most of her personal belongings were in the hands of those Southeast Asian criminals.

Chen Xuan, at this moment, was merely a Yin spirit and possessed no valuables.

At this moment, Chen Xuan scratched his head and looked at the driver seriously, saying, "Well, brother, you've not only been having bad luck and losing some money lately, but you're also troubled by your wife's illness, right?"

When Chen Xuan uttered these seemingly random words, the driver was taken aback and turned around to examine Chen Xuan more closely.

Then the older man sighed deeply and nodded, "I don't know how you knew that, but it's true."

The man said that recently, his taxi driver either keeps encountering drunkards who spill alcohol all over the car, or he can't pick up any passengers. Sometimes he even has to pay the rental fee himself. The reason he works so hard is to treat his wife's illness. His wife has very high blood pressure, but unfortunately, there is no cure for this disease. He can only prolong her life and maintain the status quo.

After the driver finished explaining his situation, he roughly guessed what had happened. He looked at Chen Xuan and the other man and said, "I suppose you've run into some trouble. It's alright, this fare is nothing. I've been getting used to this kind of thing lately."

The man continued smoking as he spoke, seemingly contemplating the possibility of following his wife into death if she did not recover.

Chen Xuan, through divination, knew that this person was a kind-hearted person, which was why he resorted to this desperate measure.

"Brother, don't worry. Meeting me is like a lone boat passing through ten thousand mountains; the road ahead has finally turned around."

Soon, in front of the driver, Chen Xuan revealed his wife's name, her illness, and the cause of her illness.

The driver stared wide-eyed at Chen Xuan, momentarily stunned by the accuracy of the information Chen Xuan had revealed.

"Little brother, I..."

Chen Xuan smiled, extended his finger and drew a faint line between the driver's eyebrows, then pointed down. Chen Xuan was so fast that the driver didn't even realize what was happening until his finger had touched him.

"Your luck will gradually change after tonight, and your wife's severe hypertension is not incurable."

"What did you say?" The driver stared at Chen Xuan, knowing that he was working three jobs at the same time to pay for his wife's medical treatment.

"Young man, do you know a very skilled traditional Chinese medicine doctor, or...?"

Chen Xuan shook his head. "The reason your wife contracted her illness on the third month and tenth day after your marriage is not because of heredity, irregular work and rest, or stress, but because the position of your bed is extremely incompatible with the month pillar in your wife's birth chart."

Upon hearing the exact time his wife fell ill, the driver could no longer sit still. He got out of the driver's seat and knelt down in front of Chen Xuan.

"Please give me some guidance. To be honest, if it weren't for my two children, I would be at my breaking point. I'm so exhausted." For a grown man to shed tears in front of strangers shows the pressure and responsibility of being the pillar of his family.

At this moment, Chen Xuan and Wang Wenjing also got out of the car. Chen Xuan helped the driver up and said, "Go back and throw away that octagonal Han sword that you have in your living room. Also, move the bed in your master bedroom to the southeast corner. Within five days, your wife's illness will gradually improve, or even be cured."

"What?" The driver looked at Chen Xuan, he couldn't believe that his wife's serious illness could be improved or even cured simply by moving some furniture in the house without medication.

Of course, he was only slightly puzzled for a moment, because the young man in front of him was too amazing. He was just chatting with customers while soliciting customers, and without revealing any family information, how could he accurately tell all kinds of secrets about his family?

"Okay, okay, I'll go back and move it right away. Thank you for your guidance. Young man, could you please leave your phone number? If my wife really recovers because of this, I will definitely thank you handsomely."

Hearing this, Chen Xuan said somewhat embarrassedly, "Hey bro, actually we didn't have any money on us for the taxi..."

Wang Wenjing found Chen Xuan's shy demeanor very cute, but she remained silent, simply observing her beloved's actions.

The driver was taken aback when he heard this. He immediately got up, bent down, took out his wallet from the car, and stuffed a wad of cash into Chen Xuan's hand without even counting it.

He knew that the two of them would need to stay in a hotel later, and he had to help them out since they didn't have the money.

"Don't say anything more, brother. When we're out and about, we all encounter unexpected situations. Even if you didn't offer any advice, I would still help you."

Chen Xuan didn't stand on ceremony; he felt perfectly justified in taking the money.

If she hadn't met him tonight, the taxi driver's wife would have held on for at most three more years. After three years, when she developed severe and irreversible complications from high blood pressure, she would have been tormented by these complications and chosen to commit suicide.

"I am Beiming, from Tangwu Mountain, Feixian Temple."

Chen Xuan left a message and then led Wang Wenjing into the Fuyao Hotel.

Upon learning of Chen Xuan's background, the driver bowed deeply to Chen Xuan's retreating figure, expressing his gratitude profusely. At that moment, he finally believed that good people would ultimately be rewarded.

In fact, Chen Xuan had plenty of ways to make money because his Yin spirit was connected to his main body. His main body was fully aware of everything that happened here, and Chen Xuan could transfer the taxi fare to the driver at any time.

The reason he didn't do that was because Chen Xuan saw the karmic retribution on the taxi driver. This man had selflessly helped many people in distress over the years, and over time, it was indeed worth Chen Xuan's intervention to change his fate.

"Brother, you are so awesome."

Wang Wenjing, clutching Chen Xuan's sleeve, followed him into the hotel. She had witnessed the entire incident up close.

It's unbelievable that she took a taxi without any money, and when she left, the driver not only gave her more than a thousand yuan back, but also thanked her profusely. How could Wang Wenjing not be shocked?

Upon arriving at the front desk, Wang Wenjing used her mobile phone, which was logged into the front desk, to verify her electronic identity information and successfully check into a room.

Inside the room, Wang Wenjing was taking a shower, her mind filled with fantasies about what was about to happen.

As I thought about it, my legs went weak and my face turned red.

About ten minutes later, Wang Wenjing came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. Although most of her tall figure was covered by the towel, it could not hide her eye-catching perfect curves.

"Brother, aren't you going to take a shower?"

Chen Xuan had been sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, resting. Hearing this, he opened his eyes and saw the beautiful Wang Wenjing emerging from her bath. It has to be said that even Chen Xuan's eyes lit up, but that was all.

"You should get some rest. I'm leaving now."

Chen Xuan stood up. "By the way, in half an hour, Li Jianguo, who is the captain of the government team that rescued you, will personally drive over to deliver your lost phone and other documents. Once you get your phone, call your mother to let her know you're safe. Remember that."

As Chen Xuan spoke, he turned and walked towards the door.

Wang Wenjing panicked when she saw this. She had gone through so much trouble to find Chen Xuan in Tangwu City, and had encountered such a thing during that time. How could she let Chen Xuan leave like this?

She rushed over without a care, ignoring the towel that had fallen to the ground, and hugged Chen Xuan tightly from behind with her arms outstretched.

"Please stay, okay? I'm scared to be alone," Wang Wenjing said pitifully, her voice gentle.

Chen Xuan shook his head. "My time is coming to an end. Go home tomorrow. Don't let your family worry about you anymore. Farewell."

These heartless words came from Chen Xuan's mouth, and before Wang Wenjing could try to stop him, she felt her arms suddenly go empty.

Chen Xuan gradually vanished into nothingness before her very eyes, disappearing completely as if he had never existed in the room.

After being shocked, Wang Wenjing became even more determined, "Brother Daoist, I will not give up."