One divination a day, a trainee celestial master

Jiang Shou pushed open the door and stepped aside to make way for him.

The old woman immediately composed herself, rubbing her hands vigorously on her jacket, her expression becoming extremely respectful. She stepped over the high wooden threshold and entered the main hall.

Although the main gate of the Taoist temple was somewhat dilapidated, the newly renovated statues of the Three Pure Ones in the main hall looked exceptionally dignified and solemn under the rays of sunlight filtering through the roof.

The old woman walked to the offering table with practiced ease. She took out a bundle of incense sticks from her yellow cloth bag printed with "Namo Amitabha Buddha" and lit them on the ever-burning lamp next to her.

Then, she raised the lit incense sticks high above her forehead with both hands, bent her knees slightly, and bowed repeatedly to the Three Pure Ones. "Three Pure Ones above, please bless my son Wang Daqiang with peace and prosperity, and may he no longer be paralyzed by ghosts at night. Please bless his business to prosper and have everything go smoothly..." The old woman closed her eyes and murmured devoutly.

Although the middle-aged man named Wang Daqiang had been spouting "feudal superstition" outside the door with an impatient and stubborn expression, he became somewhat more restrained once he entered the main hall and was under the majestic gaze of the Three Pure Ones statues. Somewhat awkwardly, he imitated his elderly mother, lit three incense sticks, gave a couple of perfunctory bows, and prepared to insert them into the incense burner.

Jiang Shou stood a few steps away from the side of the offering table. He watched the two devoutly offering incense, his hands behind his back and his chin slightly raised, putting on a respectable appearance of "detached from worldly affairs and a Taoist hermit".

But in reality, his eyes were uncontrollably darting around the main hall. "Where does the old man usually keep the donation box? These two people offered incense, they should at least donate some money, right? I'm not familiar with the business, I forgot to put a WeChat or Alipay QR code there."

Just as Jiang Shou was pondering whether to add the other party on WeChat and transfer the money, or to directly hint to the other party to give cash.

A sudden change occurred.

Just as the old woman inserted the three incense sticks in her hand into the brass incense burner.

"Buzz—"

A very slight vibration suddenly came from the spot next to his chest pocket.

Immediately afterwards, a slightly warm, tingling sensation seeped into my skin through the thin fabric.

The feeling was like someone gently tapping your heart with their finger.

Jiang Shou's heart skipped a beat, and his hand instinctively rose to press against the pocket of his chest. "The Winter Solstice Decree?!"

He immediately and keenly noticed the changes in his surroundings.

The bluish smoke that had been drifting from the incense burner was being scattered by the mountain breeze blowing in through the door. But at the very moment the tremor occurred, the wind seemed to suddenly stop. The three wisps of smoke from the incense burner rose straight up to the beams of the main hall without the slightest sway.

An extremely eerie sense of stillness suddenly arose in the air.

The sounds of birds chirping and the rustling of leaves in the wind seemed to be shut out by some force at this moment.

The old woman was kowtowing with her eyes closed and didn't see what was happening. Wang Daqiang, on the other hand, was looking down at the WeChat message that had just popped up on his phone, typing impatiently, completely unaware of the unusual cigarette.

Only Jiang Shou's eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat.

He could clearly feel the "Winter Solstice Token" in his pocket come alive. "It's bright now? Could it be reacting to these two people?!"

To maintain his "aloof abbot" persona, Jiang Shou coughed lightly and turned away nonchalantly. He pretended to be tidying up a few scriptures in the corner of the offering table while his back was turned to the two of them, but in reality, he quickly pulled open his collar and glanced down into his robes.

Inside the pocket, the two ancient seal script characters "岁寒" (meaning "the coldest winter") on the wooden plaque were faintly emitting a bluish-green light. This light was even brighter than when they had searched for treasure in the mountains before!

Jiang Shou swallowed hard, then carefully used two fingers to pry the wooden plaque halfway out. Sure enough, on the blank space on the back of the plaque, accompanied by that familiar rustling sound, several lines of brand-new, glowing text were rapidly appearing:

[The Gen hexagram, line 62.] [Obstructions exist within the dwelling; one cannot sleep peacefully.]

[A night of nightmares, not caused by ghosts, but by an inauspicious influence affecting the head.] [The person has a yellowish complexion, dark eyes, and appears fatigued; immediate relief is advised.]

Jiang Shou stared at these lines of text, completely stunned.

Obstruction in the house... not a ghost... but a malevolent influence? Last sentence: The person has a yellowish complexion, dark eyes, and appears tired?!

Jiang Shou subconsciously raised his head sharply and looked at Wang Daqiang, a middle-aged man who was standing not far away, impatiently scratching his belly, from the side of the offering table.

His complexion was sallow, as if covered with a layer of dust. His eyes were dark-circled, and his eye bags were swollen like silkworms. He kept yawning, and his spirits were extremely low and tired.

Isn't this exactly "sallow complexion, dark eyes, and fatigued spirit"?! This divination is like a high-definition camera performing a CT scan on Wang Daqiang's face—it's outrageously accurate!

Jiang Shou's heart skipped a beat.

He had always thought of this wooden sign as a "treasure-hunting radar" that only knew how to guide him where to dig for antiques and find wallets. But now it seems his perspective was too narrow!

This thing can not only find treasure and find unexpected wealth, but it can also directly diagnose feng shui fortune and see through evil spirits and malevolent energy! It's like a portable old man with built-in AI analysis capabilities, and it even points out the solution to problems.

It wasn't a ghost encounter, but rather a problem with the feng shui of the house; it was a case of "inauspicious energy clashing with one's head."

"This cheat... is ridiculously powerful..." Jiang Shou gripped the Suihan Token tightly in his hand, feeling the warm touch of the wooden token. He couldn't help but smile wildly, and even his back trembled slightly.

"Qiangzi, let's go." After kowtowing, the old woman stood up from the prayer mat, dusted off her knees, turned to Jiang Shou, and said politely but with a hint of melancholy, "Young monk, we're sorry to have bothered you. The incense has been lit, so we'll head back now."

The middle-aged man felt as if he had been granted a pardon and turned to walk out of the main hall.

"Laymen, please wait a moment."

Jiang Shou quickly stuffed the Winter Solstice Token back into his pocket and turned around. He took a deep breath, clasped his hands in front of his lower abdomen, and forced a calm, inscrutable expression onto his face before slowly speaking:

"Sir, do you feel your bedroom is cramped, and every night you experience chest tightness and nightmares? No matter what sleeping position you change, you feel like there's a heavy object pressing down on your head, causing your complexion to turn yellow and your eyes to appear dark?"