Human Martial Venerable: Starting from the Synthesis Technique

Chapter 94 Found

The old man, in pain, quickly released the little girl.

The little girl frowned and spat out a few mouthfuls of saliva.

Only then did the smell dissipate.

"You're such a coward! Didn't you even predict that we'd face another calamity soon? You insisted on taking me to live in a dilapidated temple, making us hide all the time!"

The little girl snorted and, recalling those days, said with a hint of resentment.

"Ancestor, that's a life-or-death calamity! If our identities are exposed, those humans, with their greed, will surely skin us alive!"

The old man sighed and offered advice, a bitter smile on his face.

The hexagram Li Ming Jie reveals something extremely strange: chaos, confusion, death, disorder, and life, though these are extremely rare.

If he hadn't run out of money, he wouldn't have secretly set up this stall.

"Ah~"

"Grandpa, humans...humans aren't that scary, are they?"

The little girl turned pale with fright and grabbed the old man's sleeve.

"It's hard to say. If it were just ordinary martial artists, that would be fine, but I'm afraid of that group..." the old man sighed.

"Old man."

At that moment, a slightly androgynous voice rang out.

A middle-aged man with fair skin and a slightly scholarly air sat on a small stool at the stall.

The old man's expression froze, and he subconsciously looked up, then suddenly stopped for a moment.

The newcomer's features were upright, so upright that he seemed unreal.

High cheekbones, low brow bones, straight nose bridge, and thin lips.

Each of their features is ordinary when viewed individually, but when put together, they exude an indescribable strangeness.

It looks like a face drawn by an artist following the rules.

Then, I glanced at his clothes.

"Old man, do you know how to read faces?" The middle-aged man paid no attention to the old man's scrutiny.

He chuckled softly.

"Yes, what would you like to see, sir?"

The old man steadied himself and regained a sense of warmth.

"Shall we check the weather first?"

The middle-aged man chatted casually, glancing up at the scorching midday sun.

"Three days later, a torrential downpour of ten inches will sweep across Yunzhou. What else would you like to see, sir?"

The old man made no attempt at divination or spelling; he simply stated his position directly.

"So accurate?"

The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback, seemingly not expecting him to answer so readily and confidently.

Then he laughed again, "Old man, can you help me analyze the characters again?"

Without saying a word, the old man quickly handed over the pen.

The middle-aged man raised his right hand and carefully wrote a single character.

The old man took a look, and his brows and eyes instantly furrowed in worry.

"Is your surname Feng, sir?" he asked.

The middle-aged man smiled and nodded. "No."

The old man looked down at the words on the page again.

"The character '封' (feng) has two '土' (tu, earth) radicals on the left and '寸' (cun, inch) radicals on the right. The two '土' radicals standing side by side indicate a deep foundation and a prosperous family business."

"The earth gives birth to all things and also buries all things. Two pieces of earth form a jade tablet, a ritual object, representing rules and regulations. The right side forms an inch, representing the measure and standards. Although the character 'inch' is small, it can determine the universe."

The old man spoke for quite a while, but the middle-aged man seemed quite interested.

"Is there anything else?" he asked.

Immediately, the old man added, "But if you look at it separately, it has a different meaning. The double earth elements overlapping, layer upon layer, represent a heavy burden."

"The character '寸' (cun) is supporting him. Young Master Feng is ambitious, acts steadily, doesn't act easily, and once he does, he doesn't look back."

The middle-aged man's interest grew stronger, and he gestured for the old man to continue.

Even though the old man's sense of foreboding was growing stronger, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue.

"This jade tablet is an auspicious object, but it is located at a high place and is supported only by a single inch. No matter how strong the inch is, it is still just a small space, and the earth element is too much."

"If one can relinquish these two characters related to earth, one will surely soar like a dragon into the vast ocean and a phoenix cry out in the heavens!"

After speaking in one breath, the old man felt his lips were dry, his heart was pounding, and his heart was in his throat.

But then he smiled and said, "Sir, is there anything else you'd like to ask?"

The more this is the case, the more middle-aged people appreciate it.

Then he asked, "Old man, could you please tell my fortune? I'm planning something big recently, will it be successful?"

Although he was somewhat nonchalant in middle age, there was a hint of seriousness in his eyes.

"It's hard to say. The three lines between your eyebrows are somewhat visible, and the smooth skin on your forehead makes it difficult to see any flaws. The outcome is unpredictable."

The old man glanced at him and hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Really? I see~"

The middle-aged man muttered to himself, seemingly unaffected by the old man's words.

"Thank you for your explanation, sir. Please accept this small amount of money."

The middle-aged man chuckled, seemingly mocking himself for finding comfort in the words of an old fortune teller.

Then, he handed over a ten-tael silver coin.

The old man's face lit up with joy, and he handed it over before the middle-aged man could.

He took it and beamed with joy.

"You're very generous, sir!"

The middle-aged man smiled, stood up, and watched the other man's figure disappear into the alley.

The old man watched for a while longer, and only after confirming that he had really left did he do so.

His expression changed instantly!

Quickly place the tortoise shell on the table into a bag.

He was about to pull the bewildered little girl away.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?"

The old man's face was serious, yet tinged with a rare panic.

The little girl looked reluctant and muttered, "We haven't had a few days of peace yet, I don't want this anymore~"

"Sigh, you child, what do you know? Didn't you see what he's wearing?"

"His clothes are really nice."

The old man moved his hands quickly, but his words never stopped.

"You silly child, he wears a left-fastening robe."

The little girl looked puzzled. "What does 'left-lapel' mean?"

"Look at your own collar. Is the left collar overlapping the right?"

The little girl looked down and realized it was indeed a mistake.

"But what's the difference?"

After finishing tidying up, the old man took the little girl's hand and hurried towards the alley exit.

Before leaving, he added, "There's a huge difference. Look around, who wears a left-fastening robe? We all wear right-fastening robes."

Forget it, you wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you.

The little girl was pulled off a tumble by the old man's strong pull, but she got used to it.

Using his short legs for leverage, he kept up with the old man's hurried pace.

A pair of dark eyes scanned the stalls, vendors, and pedestrians.

"It seems they really did have the wrong collar on the right side~"

The old man had no interest in paying attention to the little girl's discovery.

The unease, even fear, on his face was as if he had anticipated something.

Finally, just as I was about to turn the corner of Huangshi Alley.

In sight, a plump, well-off figure slowly walked out.

I thought this person was just passing by, but to my surprise, the portly fat man stood still at the exit.

The old man's face was dry, and he licked his parched lips.

The intense feeling of impending doom that had been luring him away suddenly dissipated.

Behind them, two overlapping footsteps sounded like the death knell.

Two young men, their faces beaming with smiles, completely blocked the grandfather and grandson.

One of them even had a gemstone hanging on his forehead.

At this moment, Blackie looked somewhat weary from his journey, his hands clasped together as if trying to crack his knuckles.

I squeezed it once and it didn't move; I squeezed it again and it still didn't make a sound.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed hard, wincing in pain. After shaking his hand, he grinned, revealing a large, golden tooth.

Click click~

"Old man, you're pretty good at hiding!"