CHAPTER 343: CHAPTER 128: JUST A FORTUNE TELLER

The dark brown turtle shell reflected Yu Hua’s God Stick’s blind-shine filled eye, making it glisten with oiliness.

Initially, Hang Yishao didn’t notice the eyes of Yu Hua’s God Stick, but his mind was muddled by the clashing sound of the turtle shell and coins, so he adjusted his gaze. When his eyes landed on the God Stick’s eyes, he felt an inexplicable pain in his chest. The blind-shine, like white flowers, seemed to burst open in his mind. In an instant, he felt as if he was hanging upside down from a high place, his hand firmly grasped by someone.

Hang Yishao’s breathing became rapid, like after a vigorous exercise, sweat poured down his forehead and into his eyes like a heavy waterfall. However, Hang Yishao dared not blink, he even refrained from crying out to Fei Qing beside him. His gaze remained on the blind-shine, and as he looked further up, he was about to see clearly whose hand was holding his, almost there.

The Copper Coin "clapped" onto the table, and Hang Yishao’s body trembled. His eyelids drooped uncontrollably; his eye muscles were sore and swollen, having been opened to their limits. The hand and the face that he was about to see both disappeared.

Seeing a coin had fallen to the ground, Yu Hua’s God Stick stroked his chin with his left hand, while his right hand’s index finger pressed against the middle finger, pinching the Copper Coin, "This student’s fate is like this Copper Coin..."

No sooner had his voice faded than another "pop" sound was heard, another Copper Coin rolled out from the turtle shell placed beside the table. The coin rolled in a smooth arc across the table until it stopped by Hang Yishao’s elbow.

Now, it was Yu Hua’s God Stick’s turn to break into a sweat; he stared at the suddenly popped-out Copper Coin, his expression more exaggerated than if he had seen a ghost. His thousand-year-old mysterious turtle shell had been passed down from generation to generation since the foundation of the Maoshan Taoist School. Each generation passed it only to a Chinese, only to the lead disciple. Thus, despite hearing rumors of an incredibly talented uncle from Japan during his master’s time, the turtle shell eventually went to his master. And in this generation, although Pello was extraordinarily gifted, the turtle shell ended up in the hands of Yu Hua’s God Stick.

Just now, Yu Hua’s God Stick really did shake it diligently, and since he had put three coins inside, though he hadn’t cast divination seriously today, this male student, despite being deliberately difficult, seemed much more pleasing to the eyes than others, so he shook it vigorously a hundred and eight times just to get an accurate result.

Two coins, with Yu Hua’s God Stick’s silver-tongued explanations, of course, could still make sense. But this male student sought to know his "fate." A normal person doesn’t have two fates.

"What do the two Copper Coins represent?" Hang Yishao closed his eyes, moistened his somewhat dry eyeballs, and pinched a coin in his hand just like Yu Hua’s God Stick.

Looking through the square hole of the Copper Coin, Hang Yishao could see that the previously illusion-inducing Yuhua Eye had changed. The bronze color of the coins in both their hands, after many usages, had transformed into a coppery yellow.

The sun, situated in the center of the sky, shrank their figures into black dots at their own feet, and the sweat was quickly dried by the sun. After Hang Yishao asked the question, Yu Hua’s God Stick did not answer, and both men, petrified, held the coins, staring at each other.

"Your fate has two possibilities, these possibilities will change your entire life," Yu Hua’s God Stick put down the Copper Coin, one of which represented the dark omen of death, and the other the bright omen of life.

"That’s too vague," Hang Yishao recalled the hand from earlier, a delicate and graceful hand that belonged to a woman, "Then let me ask more specifically, like the female student just now, I also want to know about my love fortune." As he spoke, his ears felt a bit hot, while Fei Qing behind him unloyally whistled.

In fact, Hang Yishao had wanted to ask this for a while but was too embarrassed to say it outright. Now he had taken a detour and still asked.

"That’s more like a question someone your age should ask!" The Yu Hua’s God Stick mopped his sweaty palms. It shouldn’t be hard for such a handsome young fellow to find marital prospects. Indeed, as soon as Hang Yishao asked his question, many young women behind him looked at the fortune teller with eager eyes.

The Yu Hua’s God Stick first examined his facial features, then asked Hang Yishao to spread out his left hand. At that glance, he couldn’t even sweat anymore, as if all his sweat had been evaporated by the sun.

A true ill-fortune star, the fortune teller inwardly wailed. What on earth is this? Who has a marriage line like this? Hang Yishao had two emotional lines, one clear and the other faint. Both looked like emotional lines and both stretched towards the direction of the life line, as if his life was bound to have love, living and dying together with it.

"I plan to get married at twenty-three. Please see how long this marriage will last, Master," Hang Yishao asked again, ignoring the twittering of girls behind him, and proceeded with his question.

"Eh, maybe a decade or so?" The Yu Hua’s God Stick felt that in his entire life, he had never encountered such a difficult fate to read.

"A decade or so?" Hang Yishao was incredulous, "How could it only be a decade or so?"

"Don’t get agitated," the Yu Hua’s God Stick said to calm him, and leaned closer to Hang Yishao’s hand, "Wrong, it seems like the marriage won’t even happen."

The hand was immediately withdrawn, "No way," Hang Yishao grew angry, this guy was definitely a charlatan.

"Even I feel it’s not accurate," the fortune teller admitted, feeling guilty. Indeed, there were two possible tendencies in Hang Yishao’s palm, "How about you tell me your fiancée’s birth date and time? I can match your Bazi fortunes, that should be accurate."

Fei Qing couldn’t help but hiss, what era was this, still talking about matching Bazi? He didn’t believe in it, let alone Hang Yishao who was a Christian.

But Hang Yishao didn’t walk away, he hesitated for a moment, then cleared his throat, "I only know her birth year and month, I’m not sure about the exact time."

"That’s fine, tell me," Yu Hua’s God Stick also felt that his standards were off today. In order to reclaim his reputation as a National Scholar Master, he had to go through the effort of calculating once more.

Some additional numbers appeared on the paper, Chang Chi tried to squeeze forward from behind, but the crowd was sizable, and by the time she made her way to the stall, the paper had already been taken by the fortune teller.

Yu Hua’s God Stick slapped the paper onto the table with a thud, as if he wanted to declare it to the world, and bellowed with full force, "You can’t marry this woman, she’s a husband killer."

After a moment of silence, Hang Yishao slowly turned around, tensed his hand, and tore down the Eight Diagram he was holding, barely spitting out two words: "Charlatan." (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation ticket, monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)