Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Mr. Ji led the way, and Zhu Wuyao reached out and tugged at Shen Anzhi's sleeve from behind, asking in a low voice:

"Brother Shen, what's going on? Do you two know each other?"

"Well... we didn't know each other before, but that might not be the case after today."

Zhu Wuyao sized up Shen Anzhi. It turned out that this group of fortune tellers spoke so vaguely and unclearly, which was really annoying.

Upon arriving at the front hall, Ji Daoting tapped the table, causing the teacups to float up on their own, steam rising from them. With a slight movement of his fingertips, he precisely positioned the teapot spout in front of the two teacups, pouring out the tea.

monk!

Zhu Wuyao let out a small gasp, somewhat excited.

It's no wonder she was excited; since she transmigrated here, this was the first time she had ever seriously witnessed a cultivator casting a spell.

Although Shen Anzhi is also a cultivator, he always prefers to use his hands rather than magic, and he takes care of his daily life personally.

As for Ye Xiaozhou, her behavior was more like that of a chivalrous woman from the martial arts world... no, a bewitching woman from the martial arts world, rather than a fairy from the cultivation world.

Ji Daoting was also somewhat surprised when he saw the fortune-telling banners that had been set up against the corner of the wall.

Disciples undergoing probation at Zhaixinglou?

"It seems that the plan I made last time to take this speechless little thief as my apprentice will have to be abandoned," Ji Daoting thought, stroking his beard.

"Is the speechless girl a disciple of the Star-Picking Tower?"

Zhu Wuyao waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Mr. Ji, my surname is Zhu, and I am not a disciple of Zhaixinglou."

"What about this?"

Zhu Wuyao also saw the banners and flags set up for fortune-telling stalls. She blushed a little and explained:

"This is what I call myself; Zhaixinglou doesn't recognize me."

To everyone's surprise, Ji Yuezhang was both astonished and delighted upon hearing this, and she asked:

"Is Mr. Wuyu the same person as the recently highly regarded Daoist Wuyan in Beixuan City?"

Yes, one is "speechless" and the other is "silent," their names are so similar, how come she didn't think of it sooner!

This must have been even more awkward for Wuyao. What's it like to have two accounts exposed at once...?

"It was just a coincidence, a coincidence. I don't have any real skills."

However, no matter how she explained, Ji Daoting was convinced that this Miss Zhu was a disciple of the Star-Picking Pavilion!

As for "impersonation" and such... With Senior Brother Shen Anzhi of Zhaixing Tower here, who could impersonate him?

Ji Daoting seemed to be deep in thought. He guessed that this Miss Zhu was probably a disciple of Zhaixinglou who had come down the mountain for training, which was why Shen Anzhi was protecting her.

He stroked his beard, his eyes darted around, and he smiled:

"Miss Zhu, may I ask you to tell my granddaughter's fortune? She is in poor health, and I don't know if there is any hope for her recovery."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wuyao turned her gaze to Ji Yuezhang.

Since entering the room, she had heard Miss Ji cough many times, and her complexion was even worse, with a quiet, cold pallor, like a white plum blossom blooming quietly in the winter snow.

He just looks too weak.

Zhu Wuyao truly wished he were a diviner at that moment.

She said with a hint of helplessness:

“Mr. Ji, I am really just a fake fortune teller with no real skills. I dare not delay Miss Ji’s treatment.”

Ji Daoting said rather gently:

"It's alright, just treat it as fun."

Having said that, Zhu Wuyao had no choice but to take out that set of scribbles-like items—an incomplete version of the Tarot deck from the cultivation world.

She shuffled the cards on the table, and Ji Daoting looked at Shen Anzhi with a smug expression.

If the Star-Picking Pavilion won't tell my fortune, then your junior sister will tell my granddaughter's fortune. I don't believe it, so you can just stand by and watch!

the other side.

Ji Yuezhang walked to Zhu Wuyao's side and whispered, "Mr. Wuyu, just say whatever you want. I'll just listen for fun."

She knew her grandfather was worried about her health and was always eager to seize every opportunity. She didn't want to put too much pressure on Miss Zhu because of this.

Zhu Wuyao remained silent for a moment.

She spread out the cards in her hand and said, "Miss Ji, please draw three cards."

The cards are revealed one by one.

The Tower, the Fool, the Wheel of Fortune.

Zhu Wuyao didn't really understand what each card represented; he only vaguely knew the general symbolism, and didn't know everything.

For example, she forgot what words like "queen" and "moon" meant.

Fortunately, she recognized these three cards. Zhu Wuyao pointed to the first one, "Tower," and said:

"This symbolizes the past; it represents a disaster, indicating that your current poor health is a consequence of a past calamity."

Ji Yuezhang opened her mouth in surprise, then coughed lightly, her eyes filled with amusement. She nodded slightly, indicating that she was right.

Zhu Wuyao pointed to the second card, which was "The Fool". She had originally wanted to draw a puppy and a traveler carrying luggage, but her drawing skills were not good enough. Now it looked like a beggar with only a dog for company.

"This card symbolizes the present; it represents a brand new beginning, and perhaps things are starting to turn around."

Ji Yuezhang nodded as if he understood, but seemed somewhat puzzled.

Ji Daoting, who was watching from the sidelines, was convinced. He looked up at Shen Anzhi. This was the first time he had seen a disciple of Zhaixing Tower since he came to Beixuan City.

This shows that things have taken an unprecedented turn for the better.

Shen Anzhi was also watching intently; he had always been very interested in these playing cards.

Next, Zhu Wuyao pointed to the last card – "The Wheel of Fortune".

"This card represents the future. Your destiny will take a positive turn, full of opportunities and changes, and even unexpected changes."

Hearing this, Ji Yuezhang smiled.

She heard "change," she heard "unexpected."

These two words are truly beautiful.

Her life was uneventful, like a still pond, with each day being the same. If her serious illness did not go away, she would eventually die. Ji Yuezhang also wanted to be a chivalrous heroine before she died.

These two words are the best blessing for her.

When Zhu Wuyao looked up, she was met with that pure smile. Her fingers tightened, and she inexplicably thought of that child from last time.

That kind of thing... must never happen again.

She turned to look at Shen Anzhi, somewhat nervous, as if seeking reassurance.

Looking into the three pairs of expectant eyes, Shen Anzhi knew that this time there was really no way to avoid it.

He looked at Ji Yuezhang carefully, pondered for a moment, and said, "This divination is basically correct. I have already seen the opportunity that will bring about change."

He seemed somewhat emotional when he said this.

Upon hearing this, Ji Daoting was overjoyed and immediately looked at Shen Anzhi, waiting for his answer.

Shen Anzhi opened the wooden box, borrowed Zhu Wuyao's Xuan paper, tore off a strip, wrote a line of words with his hand as a brush, folded it, and handed it to Ji Daoting.

He reminded her, "Remember, only Miss Ji can do this herself; no one else is allowed to interfere."

Ji Daoting took the note with trembling fingers, standing there at a loss, seemingly not expecting to actually receive an answer.

After seeing Shen Anzhi and Zhu Wuyao off, Ji Daoting was about to open the note when he suddenly remembered the reminder.

This concerned his granddaughter's life, and he didn't want to take any risks. He was afraid that opening the note himself would be considered interfering.

After thinking for a moment, he closed the corner he had opened, handed the note to Ji Yuezhang, and said:

"Come and see, come and see! Can you tell me what's inside? It's up to you!"

Ji Yuezhang was unaware that Shen Anzhi was a disciple of Zhaixinglou.

She thought that her grandfather was so happy because, like her, he had gotten the answer he wanted.

Even if the answer is false, I'm willing to believe it.

Upon opening the note, Ji Yuezhang was slightly startled. The next second, she saw the words on the note vanish as if they had never existed.

The blank note lay on the table, but the contents of what he had just seen kept replaying in Ji Yuezhang's mind—

"On Mid-Autumn Festival night, at Jiangshuang Bridge, I wish Wuyao to encounter danger."