One divination a day, a trainee celestial master

[The Li hexagram, line 1, auspicious.]

[At the hour of You (5-7 PM) today, walk 500 steps southwest and cross the stone bridge.]

[A windfall has arrived, which can solve an immediate crisis.]

Jiang Shou stared at the wooden sign in disbelief, his first thought being: "Could this be some kind of new electronic product? What kind of battery does it use? Where's the charging port?"

He subconsciously took out his phone and glanced at it. The time on the screen was exactly 17:15.

"The hour of the Rooster... I think it's around 5 PM to 7 PM, right?" Jiang Shou muttered, his gaze fixed on the last sentence. A windfall? Could it solve his immediate crisis? What was his immediate crisis? The meager 800 yuan he had left in his WeChat Wallet, coupled with the enormous debt of 250,000 yuan he carried, was his absolute most pressing crisis!

Jiang Shou swallowed hard and stuffed the wooden plaque named "Suihan" into his pocket.

Having received a modern scientific education from a young age, he has always been a staunch materialist.

But even the most solid edifice of materialism must be smashed down with a sledgehammer before the prospect of "windfall gains."

"When faced with poverty and destitution, it's not like you can't give feudal superstition a try. Anyway, it's just outside my own yard, a few steps won't cost anything." Just in case, Jiang Shou grabbed a rusty iron shovel from the corner of the yard, in case his windfall was buried in the ground.

"Five hundred paces, southwest, right..." Jiang Shou pushed open the gate of the Taoist temple, turned on the compass on his phone, and carefully checked the direction. Southwest was a small dirt path overgrown with weeds leading down the mountain.

He silently counted his steps, trudging down the mountain with uneven gait. "Four hundred and ninety-eight, four hundred and ninety-nine, five hundred..."

After counting his steps, Jiang Shou stopped. Just then, a small ditch, mostly dried up, blocked his way, with a dilapidated stone bridge spanning it.

Jiang Shou stood at the bridgehead, shovel in hand, looking around. Apart from a few piercing chirps of autumn insects in the grass, there wasn't a soul in sight, let alone any "windfall."

"Damn it..." Just as Jiang Shou felt that his intelligence had been severely insulted by that piece of broken wood, he turned around and prepared to go home.

In the distance, something in the grass beneath the cracks of the stone bridge seemed to be shimmering in the setting sun, reflecting a faint light.

Jiang Shou suddenly stopped in his tracks. He picked up his shovel and went over, carefully using his toes to push aside the knee-high weeds.

In the grass nest, a bulging black men's wallet lay quietly.

Jiang Shou squatted down, reached his hand into the grass, and his heart skipped a beat the instant his fingertips touched the wallet. He unzipped it, and inside lay a bright red hundred-yuan bill, quietly and peacefully.

He squatted there by the grassy nest, stunned for a full three seconds. A thick stack of hundred-yuan bills gleamed with a captivating crimson hue.

Jiang Shou plopped down on the grass, his hands trembling slightly. He pulled out all the money and quickly and skillfully ran his thumb through it. "One North, Two North, Three North... eighteen bills."

A full 1,800 yuan in cash! He rummaged through the wallet, but there was no ID card, no bank cards, no identification whatsoever. It was just an old, unclaimed wallet filled with cash!

"Is this some real windfall?!" Jiang Shou hurriedly stuffed all the money into his pocket and looked around nervously.

After confirming that no one was around, he grabbed the shovel on the ground and ran all the way back to Shouyi Temple.

With a "bang," the gate of the Taoist temple was tightly bolted shut.

Jiang Shou ran back to the back room in one breath, sat down on the bed panting, and once again took out the wooden plaque of winter from his pocket.

The moment it was taken out, a strange change occurred. The few lines of faintly glowing characters on the back of the wooden plaque suddenly transformed into a wisp of blue light.

"Whoosh!!" The azure light, almost tangible, detached from the wooden sign and shot towards Jiang Shou's brow.

"Holy crap!" Jiang Shou was startled and instinctively tried to dodge, but the blue light was too fast to avoid and instantly entered his brow.

Jiang Shou subconsciously touched his forehead. There was no wound, and it didn't hurt. Immediately afterward, a strange warm current flowed from his brow to his entire body, dispelling the fatigue from his frantic run. He felt an unprecedented sense of refreshment, and even the neck and lower back pain caused by riding a bicycle to deliver food for a long time disappeared.

Boom— Jiang Shou seemed to hear a loud bang from deep within his mind. It was like something had collapsed…

Oh, so it turns out that the solid wall of realistic materialism in his heart collapsed at this moment, leaving not even a trace.

"Holy crap, the old man really left me an incredible treasure!!" Jiang Shou grinned from ear to ear as he looked at the wooden plaque in his hand.

Having tasted success, his eyes gleamed with greed, and he immediately imitated his previous actions, frantically rubbing the front of the wooden sign with his fingers.

"One more! Is there one 800 paces to the southeast? A gold bar would do!"

However, even after rubbing his fingers until they were red, half a day passed, and the wooden sign still showed no reaction, its surface dull and lifeless, turning back into an ordinary piece of black wood.

Jiang Shou finally stopped what he was doing, staring thoughtfully at the ancient characters "Sui Han" on the wooden plaque, and stroked his chin. "No more reaction... Could it be that this magical wooden plaque, like an ultimate skill in a game, has a cooldown period?"

In any case, this thing is a real treasure.

Jiang Shou put away his unrealistic greed and carefully placed the Suihan Order close to his body into his inner pocket, even patting it twice through his clothes to make sure it was safe.

After the shock of the wooden sign, his gaze towards the broken camphor wood box on the ground completely changed.

The yellowed talismans that he previously thought were tattered are now carefully folded and placed in the drawer one by one; two sets of blue Taoist robes are also neatly hung in the wardrobe; as for the yellowed books, he carefully wiped off the dust with his sleeve and placed them neatly on the old mahogany desk.

Because of the fact that only his grandfather's room in the entire Shouyi Temple had a bed for the time being, Jiang Shou didn't make a fuss. After all, he was his own grandfather, so it was only natural for him to sleep in this room.

After quickly cleaning the room and glancing at the empty hard bed, Jiang Shou planned to go to the county town tomorrow to buy some bedding and daily necessities.

As darkness fell, his stomach began to rumble. The 1,800 yuan in his pocket gave him a great deal of confidence, and he decided to go down the mountain to the county to get some food and appease his hunger.

Pushing open the door of the side room, passing through the main hall, and just stepping into the courtyard, Jiang Shou stopped in his tracks.

The plump orange cat had changed its posture at some point. It was now sitting upright on the high threshold of the main hall, looking down at Jiang Shou as he walked out.

The setting sun cast a long shadow on the cat. Jiang Shou stopped and looked at it.

He always felt that the way the cat looked at him was very strange. It didn't look like a cat looking at a person; its eyes were filled with an extremely human-like...disdain.

That's right, it's disdain.

"What the hell? Why does this fat cat seem so strange too?" Jiang Shou felt a little guilty under his gaze, but relying on his status as the rightful heir to the Taoist temple, he glared back defiantly.

The orange cat pursed its lips and let out a very faint "heh" sound, similar to a human's cold laugh. Then it turned around and, with elegant but plump steps, strolled away and disappeared into the shadows of the main hall.

"Holy crap...did that cat just sneer?" Jiang Shou rubbed his eyes and muttered as he walked out of the Taoist temple gate.