Chapter 614: Chapter 284: Four Directions Copper Coin_2

“Which Taoist wouldn’t know that?”

“I had a strange dream yesterday. In the dream, several clerks were calculating when I would die.”

“This dream feels like a prophecy. Perhaps something is quietly taking effect on you.”

Zhou Xuan nodded repeatedly, saying, “Yesterday, I coughed up blood for no reason. At that moment, I was ninety percent sure that Bi Fang had used the Will Heavenly Book on me.

Now with this strange dream and your interpretation of it, I’m a hundred percent certain.”

Whatever could quietly take effect on Zhou Xuan—it could only be the Will Heavenly Book.

“Didn’t you say before that fulfilling a wish written in the Will Heavenly Book requires approval from many gods?

Bi Fang used the Will Heavenly Book to harm you—would the other gods agree to it?”

Yun Ziliang sipped his soup, appearing thoughtful, and asked Zhou Xuan softly.

“A flock of crows can’t give birth to a white one. The three god-level beings intent on destroying the human world in Mingjiang Prefecture—they’re still fresh in memory.”

“Is there a way to break the Will Heavenly Book?”

“For now, I’m not sure. This thing is far too mysterious,” Zhou Xuan admitted honestly.

If not for Mr. Feng, no storyteller in the living world would even have heard of the “Will Heavenly Book.”

“First you have to condense the Heavenly Book and understand its characteristics. Only then can you think about breaking it.”

The mutton soup in front of Zhou Xuan was already finished. He placed the bowl on the table, pulled out a few paper bills, and said, “Lao Yun, take your time eating. I’m off with Ya Zi to read fortunes.”

“I must remind you, for regular clients, you can choose not to read their fortunes. But if you encounter an unusual client, you cannot refuse their reading—that’s a chance for Dragon Seeking.”

Hearing that fortune-reading involved some hidden paths tied to Dragon Seeking, Zhou Xuan, who was just about to stand, sat back down and asked, “What counts as an unusual client?”

“If they see you and say one specific sentence—’King Yan commands this fortune, sir, please do not decline.'”

“Why would they say that?” Zhou Xuan pressed on inquisitively.

“They’re guided by some force. This guidance might stem from dreams, hallucinations, or blessings from faith. In any case, once you hear this sentence, you’ll know that they’re genuine.”

“Got it.”

Zhou Xuan, together with Zhao Wuya, turned to leave but stopped after taking just two steps. Zhou Xuan turned around and extended his hand to Yun Ziliang, saying, “Hand it over.”

“Hand over what?” Yun Ziliang acted as though he didn’t understand.

“Mr. Yun, you’re such a pro at playing dumb,” Zhou Xuan chuckled and said, “Since clients are guided to come to me for fortune-telling, it stands to reason that I shouldn’t be randomly setting up stalls. I also need to be guided to the right place.”

“You must have a magic artifact for setting up stalls, but you haven’t handed it over yet.”

Zhou Xuan’s words left Yun Ziliang both convinced and impressed.

“You sly fox, nothing slips past you.”

Yun Ziliang reached into his pocket and laid out several copper coins on the table, saying, “Four pieces of copper coin—these are our Ganying Sect’s Four-Directional Coins, each corresponding to east, west, south, and north. At every intersection you reach, shake the coins once. One coin will inevitably fly out,

and whichever directional coin flies out, that’s the direction you should take from the intersection.”

Zhou Xuan gathered the coins from the table and held them in his hand.

The four copper coins were engraved with “Southern Emperor,” “Beitai Fengshen,” “East Palace Master,” and “West Valley True Monarch.”

Each title carried a distinct “direction.”

Zhou Xuan clenched his fist loosely, not too tightly, leaving some space in his palm. As he shook the coins in his hand, a series of crisp clinking sounds rang out. Finally, one coin, as slippery as an oiled mudfish, escaped his fingers and hit the floor.

Bending down to pick it up, he saw it bore the inscription “Beitai Fengshen.”

So Zhou Xuan changed his intended southward route and turned toward North Street.

“Brother Xuan, wait up! I haven’t untied the donkey yet.”

“Hurry up, then.”

Zhou Xuan paused to wait for Zhao Wuya.

Zhao Wuya jogged to the front of Jingyi Shop, untied the donkey from the stone post at the door, mounted it, and headed south.

“Aren’t you coming up?” Zhao Wuya asked Zhou Xuan.

“Two people riding one donkey? Forget whether your donkey can bear both of us—that’s already questionable. If passersby see us, they might assume we’re a couple of rabbits.”

“…” Zhao Wuya.

“But if you don’t get on the donkey, they might think you’re the donkey’s handler.”

“That’s still better than rabbits.”

And so, Zhao Wuya and his “donkey handler” companion set off.

…

“Foresight for all fateful matters, divination for all untimely encounters.”

Zhou Xuan, unfurling his fortune-telling banner, shouted his hastily improvised “advertising slogan,”

calling out to attract customers as he made his way down the street, occasionally drawing curious stares from passersby.

“Brother Xuan, that slogan you’re shouting—it’s perfect! Your voice is so resonant and clear, you don’t hold back at all. Standing nearby, it’s almost deafening. How did you train yourself for that?”

“No training needed. When you’re broke enough to hear coins jingling in your dreams, you’ll get the hang of it.”

Zhou Xuan, in his previous life, had worked as a salesman after graduating university. He’d seen it all.

“Whatever stage fright or shyness you might have—that’s a luxury only the rich can afford. Once you’re poor, nothing feels off-limits… Wait up, enough chatter, we’ve got a customer.”

“Where?” Zhao Wuya straightened his back, scanning the area, but couldn’t spot anyone walking up for a reading.

Zhou Xuan was already heading toward the tea room by the roadside, where a woman in a floral dress was seated.

This woman wore an expression of hesitation, occasionally glancing at Zhou Xuan and Zhao Wuya.

Let’s just say Zhou Xuan’s eyes had been sharpened through years of work experience in his past life—he could instantly tell the woman was contemplating asking for a fortune but might be too self-conscious because her question was probably wild or unusual.

Faced with such “willing-to-consume” customers, Zhou Xuan, as the fortune-telling master, had to take the initiative.

He gently shook his fortune-telling banner while calling out softly but distinctly, “Foresight for all fateful matters, divination for all untimely encounters…”