Xian Ni: The God of Killing Returns, Marries Li Muwan at the Beginning

Back in his room, Lin Che sat cross-legged and slowly entered a meditative state. At the same time, the energy around him spread outwards like a raging torrent, distorting the air wherever it passed.

Lin Che's consciousness slowly dissipated, and at the same time, the scenery before him gradually changed.

When he opened his eyes again, he had become a fortune teller. Although he was handsome, he was dressed in tattered clothes and sat by the roadside telling fortunes for the people.

Seeing himself transformed into this state, his cultivation temporarily gone, Lin Che was momentarily stunned. He then shrugged and nodded, saying, "So that's how it is. This is the Dream Dao Technique... It seems that this is the only way to break through to the Celestial Realm..."

"The art of dream manipulation?"

Lin Che slowly stood up, looking at the bustling street, and finally understood that the only way to truly break through the Heavenly Decline Realm was probably by using this method.

"Since it is a dream-based technique, then the memories of the past life should be completely sealed."

Thinking of this, Lin Che lightly touched his brow with his finger, completely sealing away his original memories, and instantly transformed into the demeanor of a diviner.

"Don't miss out! Three divinations every day, no charge if the prediction is inaccurate."

As they were shouting, a tinkling sound of jade pendants came from afar, and the crowd automatically parted to make way for them.

Lin Che looked up and saw a young girl in a light purple dress walking gracefully towards him. She had a jade belt around her waist and the hem of her dress was embroidered with lotus patterns. Although she was not wearing any makeup, she could not hide her noble air.

Behind her stood two maids with their heads bowed, clearly young ladies from some wealthy family.

The girl walked up to the fortune-telling stall, stopped, and frowned slightly as she looked at the four words "Iron-Mouthed Predictions" on Lin Che's tattered banner. Her voice was as clear as a nightingale's song.

"Sir, is it true that you only charge if your divination is inaccurate?"

Lin Che, now disguised as a fortune teller, squinted at her for a moment. Seeing the sorrow on her face, yet a stubbornness hidden between her brows, he stroked his nonexistent beard and slowly said, "Miss, why don't you give it a try? Do you wish to inquire about your marriage or your future?"

The girl unconsciously twisted the hem of her skirt with her fingers. After hesitating for a moment, she said softly, "I don't care about those things. I want to ask... if there's any solution to the strange things that have been happening in my house lately?"

After saying that, the girl took out a silver ingot from her sleeve and placed it on the stall.

"If you can solve this, I will offer a generous reward."

The moment Lin Che's fingertips touched the silver, the surrounding air seemed to ripple slightly. Although he had sealed his cultivation memories, the spiritual sense brought by his Dream Path had not dissipated.

He looked up at the girl's back, his gaze seemingly piercing through the crowd, and said calmly, "Miss, is there a dripping sound in the west wing of your house every night?"

The girl suddenly looked up, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes: "How did you know, sir?"

"It's just what the hexagram indicates."

Lin Che tapped the tortoise shell lightly with his fingertip. "The dripping sound did not come from the leaking roof. Tonight at midnight, have the servants prepare a basin of black dog's blood and splash it on the threshold of the west wing. Then light three sticks of mugwort incense, and peace will surely come."

No sooner had the words left her mouth than the old servant behind the girl suddenly shouted sternly, "Nonsense! My young lady was kindly asking for divination, and you dare to curse my household with misfortune?"

Lin Che said no more, but simply pushed the silver back: "Since the three divinations for today are not complete, this one is a gift from me. Whether it's accurate or not, we'll know tonight."

Looking into his calm and unwavering eyes, the girl felt a sudden stirring in her heart. She bent down, picked up the silver coins, stuffed them into her sleeve, and bowed to Lin Che.

"Thank you for your guidance, sir. If it can truly be resolved, I will come to thank you profusely tomorrow."

After saying that, the girl hurriedly left with her servants, leaving the crowd of onlookers pointing and whispering about Lin Che.

Lin Che sat down again, gazing in the direction the girl had gone, a barely perceptible hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Just a moment ago, he seemed to sense a very faint aura of malevolent energy emanating from the girl, yet it didn't seem like the work of ordinary ghosts. "Interesting," Lin Che muttered to himself, then called out again, "Don't miss out, there are two more divinations left."

Lin Che's three divinations were still ongoing until the next morning, which gave him quite a headache.

Lin Che leaned the tattered banner against the stone stool next to him, took out two steamed buns from his pocket, and moistened his throat with the rain dripping from the eaves.

Old Wang, who was repairing shoes next to him, was threading a needle with an awl. Looking at his handsome but down-on-his-luck appearance, he couldn't help but say, "Little Lin, looking at you, you don't look like someone who can make a living like this. Why don't you learn a trade?"

Lin Che smiled as he bit into the steamed bun, revealing two small tiger teeth: "Uncle Wang, my skills are rarer than those of carpenters and blacksmiths."

"Besides, there are 360 ​​professions, and every profession can produce an expert. Even if you don't make money, at least you can be sure you won't starve."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a servant boy in a blue cloth shirt came running over carrying a food box. He almost tripped over it when he reached the fortune-telling stall, and the porcelain bowl in the food box made a crisp sound as it hit the ground.

"Sir! Sir!"

The servant, his face covered in mud and panting, lifted the food box and said with a smile, "My young lady sent this to thank you for your guidance this morning."

Inside the box were two plates of delicate pastries: one plate of hibiscus cake and the other of pine nut pastry, along with a white porcelain pot that emitted steam when the lid was lifted. It contained the finest pre-rain Longjing tea.

Lin Che raised an eyebrow and asked, "The dripping sound is gone?"

"That's all, that's all!"

The servant nodded repeatedly and replied, "The sound stopped right after the black dog's blood was splashed at midnight last night, and Miss slept soundly until dawn!"

As he spoke, he pulled a heavy money pouch from his bosom, cupped his hands in a salute, and said, "This is a gift from my master."

Lin Che didn't take the money pouch, but instead picked up a piece of hibiscus cake and tasted it; it was sweet but not greasy.

As they were chewing, a figure in a light purple silk dress walked out of the rouge shop across the street. It was the same girl from this morning.

She changed into a pair of plain cloth shoes and carried a bamboo basket in her hand. When she saw Lin Che looking over, she lowered her head somewhat embarrassed and asked the maid to come and answer first.

"My young lady said, if you don't mind, sir, why don't you come to the shop for a cup of tea?"

The maid curtsied and said softly, "There's an old well in the back alley of the shop, and the water is very sweet."

Lin Che stuffed the remaining half of the hibiscus cake into his mouth, clapped his hands, and said, "Alright, it's good to take a rest here."

As he walked with the maid toward the rouge shop, they passed a flower stall. The girl was bending down to pick out a half-open gardenia. When she saw him coming, she shoved the flower into his hand.

"This... is for you."

My fingertips touched the softness of the petals, which were also cool with the morning dew.

Lin Che held the gardenia in his hand, suddenly feeling a sense of familiarity, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen her before.

The shop was filled with the scent of cosmetics. The girl's father, a respectable businessman, bowed respectfully upon seeing Lin Che.

"Sir, you are a promising young man. I am very grateful for your guidance last night."

He offered to invite him to the back room for drinks, but Lin Che waved his hand, saying, "My fortune-telling stall is still on the street, and besides, I still have two fortunes to tell from yesterday." (End of Chapter)