The live fortune telling is so accurate that the whole network is waiting to watch.

Sang Feiwan slept for three days and three nights without waking up because his spiritual power was so overdrawn.

Yu Beiming sat beside her bed and watched silently.

The setting sun filtered through the white screen window, casting a golden glow, which also cast a golden glow on her face, which was particularly gentle.

Yu Beiming's mind couldn't help but recall the scene when they first met.

At that time, it was also a time when the sun was setting in the west, and the golden glow was all over me.

She propped up the stall and shouted: "Fortune fortune-telling, a hundred fortunes, a hundred cents for a fortune!"

There were many people coming and going on the street, but no one took care of her business.

The first time she set up a stall, she got off to a bad start. She was a little discouraged, but she was still unwilling to admit defeat. Her eyes swept over and fell on a man in black clothes:

"Sir, are you telling fortunes? A hundred fortunes are worth a fortune!"

Yu Beiming was out to do something and didn't want to waste time on trivial matters.

But she stretched out her hand to stop him, and said with great seriousness: "Young master, I think you are going to suffer a bloody disaster. Let me tell you a fortune and keep you safe."

Yu Beiming found it very funny, "There are not many things that can make me suffer a bloody disaster. It shows that you are talking nonsense."

Sang Feiwan said quietly: "Not many, but that doesn't mean there are none. Are you going to the east to do something? What you want to do is..."

At this point, she suddenly paused. Because she couldn't see through what exactly he wanted to do.

She concentrated her attention, wanting to pry into his fate, but found that she couldn't see through it at all.

At that time, Sang Feiwan's cultivation was already at the level of Nascent Soul. He loved metaphysics and even wasted some time practicing for it.

When she was in the sect, the senior sister poked her in the forehead and scolded her: "Thankfully, Master has high hopes for you, but you play some heretical things every day. Who are you trying to piss off?"

So, in order not to piss off the senior sister to death, she simply slipped out of the sect and ran to the small town of Wandering, vowing to carry out the fortune-telling business to the end.

In the eyes of ordinary people, metaphysics can predict the future and see the causes, which is very miraculous.

But in the eyes of the monks, it was just a useless thing. Because people with a little bit of cultivation can cover their destiny to prevent others from seeing through it.

Therefore, the metaphysical technique of spying on fate can generally only be used for ordinary people.

Although Sang Feiwan was gifted and could easily spy on low-level monks and demons, it was not useful for those with advanced cultivation levels.

So, the man in black clothes in front of me is also a monk? Or a master whose cultivation level is at least similar to hers?

After figuring this out, Sang Feiwan smiled and kindly reminded:

"Although I can't see through your destiny, your bloody disaster is true. It's very difficult to avoid it. But you have to give me two spiritual stones, and I can help you resolve it."

Yu Beiming was amused by her appearance as a profiteer: "You just said that a fortune telling cost a hundred cents, why are you asking for two spiritual stones now, and the price has increased so much?"

Sang Feiwan said: "One hundred coins refers to the fortune-telling money, and two spiritual stones are the price of resolution."

Yu Beiming snorted coldly, turned around and left.

Sang Feiwan shouted from behind: "A piece of spiritual stone will do!"

"Half a piece, half a piece!"

"..."

Unfortunately, even though the price was finally reduced to one hundred cents, the business could not be saved.

But a few days later, she met Yu Beiming again.

He was seriously injured and fell on the street at night. When he was dying, he saw a woman carrying a "divination" flag coming humming a song.

When she saw Yu Beiming, she bent over, looked at him, and exclaimed: "Hey, are you about to die?"

Then he lifted his feet and walked away.

Yu Beiming: "..."

"Help... help..."

Sang Feiwan stopped and slowly took two steps back: "One hundred spiritual stones, I will save you."

Yu Beiming gritted his teeth, took out a pack of spiritual stones from his arms and threw it over.

There were a total of five hundred spirit stones in that pack of spirit stones, which was enough for Sang Feiwan to use for a long time. There was no need for him to be caught stealing back to the sect because he didn't have enough cultivation spirit stones.

Of course, in order to feel at ease, she deliberately spent 500 cash to hire a big man to care for Yu Beiming - mainly because she didn't want to do it herself.

Seven days later, Yu Beiming woke up.

After he woke up, the first thing he asked was: "Where are my remaining four hundred spiritual stones?"

Sang Feiwan listed all the expenses for hiring a nurse, room and board, medicine, recuperation, etc. Anyway, it was so reasonable and well-founded that it was impossible to refund the money.

Although Yu Beiming was a little angry, but...he was under the roof and his life was in other people's hands, so he had to bow his head.

In the following period, Sang Feiwan continued to tell fortunes every day.

But what made her very depressed was that the business of the fortune-telling stall had not been very good. It often took two or three days for a customer to come, and they only asked trivial matters.

Through careful observation, she found that there were more women than men in the town, and everyone lived a peaceful life. When they had nothing to do, they would rather go to the theater to watch the handsome man perform.

After figuring this out, she finally discovered Yu Beiming's advantages.

"Beiming, I see you are almost healed from your injuries and you are bored staying at home. Do you want to work with me to tell fortunes?"

"Do not want to."

"The hexagram gold is thirty-seven points, you are three and I am seven, so you just sit back and don't have to work."

"No."

"Four or six points?"

"Five-five?"

"You are six and I am four, no more!"

"Sang Feiwan, won't your conscience hurt if you let a wounded man recruit customers for you? You have to pay more, I want 70%!"

Sang Feiwan was shocked.

Never would I have imagined that the seemingly handsome and cold man would actually have a dark heart.

Fortunately, after he took charge, business at the fortune-telling stall suddenly boomed.

When the customer flow is at its best, more than a dozen fortune tellings can be made a day.

He soon gained a reputation as a fortune teller in the town.

Sang Feiwan made a lot of money, and Yu Beiming also liked it - I bet God gave her a lucky cat!

Of course, in order to protect this "lucky cat", she thoughtfully placed a sign in front of him: Only look, not touch!

Originally, she quietly added a sentence at the end: If you touch it, you will be fined 500 yuan.

I had no choice but to receive a slap from Yu Beiming, so I had no choice but to wipe away those very tempting words.

Sang Feiwan usually seemed a bit careless and mercenary.

But when it comes to fortune-telling, he is extremely serious.

Sometimes, Yu Beiming couldn't understand why she really regarded something that Taoist people looked down upon as a career?

That evening, a middle-aged man wearing a crimson silk gown came to Sang Feiwan's stall:

"I heard that you are very accurate in fortune telling, but can you be a psychic?"

Sang Feiwan knew that a big customer was here, and pointed to the stool opposite: "Sit down and talk slowly."

This man is the boss Luo of "Wandering Theater".

As the only theater in town, the business of "Liu Lian Theater" has always been very good.

Three shows a day, all seats were packed.

These three scenes are one in the morning, one in the afternoon, and one in the evening.

At Haishi, the guests have dispersed and the theater is closed.

But recently, the theater has inexplicably added a nightclub.

At midnight, the originally silent stage suddenly sounded the sound of gongs and drums: "Dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, etc."