Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

While calmly interpreting the fortune sticks for the worshippers, Zhuge Yunhui communicated telepathically with Zhang Zhiwei beside him:

"To see all living beings is to see through their myriad forms, including good and evil, fame and fortune. When we see the suffering of others, we will feel compassion."

"This compassion teaches us to be tolerant, to understand others, and to accept different viewpoints and lifestyles."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded: "You've gained some insight, but it's not enough. Seeing all beings isn't just about empathizing with others; ultimately, it's about empathizing with yourself, about 'seeing yourself.'"

Empathize with yourself, see yourself... Zhuge Yunhui murmured to himself. He used to think he knew himself very well, but now he dared not say that anymore.

Sometimes, he would suddenly feel like a stranger to himself, losing interest in many things he used to be interested in and passionate about, and not knowing what he really wanted.

This means they didn't achieve their goal of seeing themselves.

Zhang Zhiwei laughed and said, "Thinking too much is useless. Once you see all living beings and let go of them, you will be able to see yourself."

He didn't continue on that topic, and instead said, "By the way, have you met any people with unusual luck or destiny lately?"

Zhuge Yunhui said, "There really are. In the past few days, I have met more than a dozen people with special destinies."

"The fate trajectories of these people will undergo a significant change in the future. I can't see through some of them at all, I can only make a rough prediction about some of them, and I can predict about some of them more accurately."

Zhuge Yunhui subtly pointed to the young man in front of him who was interpreting the divination slips and said, "For example, I can glimpse his fate."

"Tell me about it," Zhang Zhiwei said.

Zhuge Yunhui continued, "He will face a crucial choice in the future, leading to two completely different paths. One is a bright and smooth road, the other is full of thorns. This is a turning point in his destiny."

"If you make the right choice, you can soar to great heights; if you make the wrong choice, you will live a mediocre life or even die."

"But I can't tell you exactly what it is, I only know that it will happen in the second half of the year."

While Zhuge Yunhui was having a telepathic conversation with Zhang Zhiwei, he was also talking to the worshippers, and the content of their conversation was roughly the same as what Zhang Zhiwei had said.

"Master, how should I choose? Please enlighten me!" the worshipper asked anxiously.

Zhuge Yunhui shook his head: "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed!"

"Please enlighten me, Master. If I can get through this safely, I will definitely come to Tiantong Temple to fulfill my vow and offer a grand gift." The worshipper thought that Zhuge Yunhui was just like any other fortune teller on the street who wanted to charge extra.

“I don’t need your gifts, and the Heavenly Tong Sect Leader doesn’t need your incense offerings either,” Zhuge Yunhui said. “Moreover, I am merely interpreting divination slips, not an omniscient deity. I cannot make choices for you, but I can give you some advice.”

"Please speak frankly, Master!" the worshipper said hastily.

“Judging from your past, you have accumulated a lot of bad karma, and you can hardly be considered a virtuous person.” Zhuge Yunhui glanced at the pilgrim’s fingers.

He had thick calluses on the inside of the first joint of his index finger, a mark that only people who frequently handle guns and pull triggers would have. Calluses would not appear on the average person.

These days, people who frequently use guns are either soldiers or bandits.

After being told by Zhuge Yunhui that he was not a good person, the pilgrim glanced at Zhuge Yunhui warily and subconsciously reached out to touch the gun.

Neither Zhuge Yunhui nor Zhang Zhiwei paid any attention to the pilgrims' subtle actions.

Zhuge Yunhui continued, "In every choice you make from here on out, you must be mindful of good and evil, not of personal gain, and try your best to do good. If you can do that, you will have a great chance of getting through this ordeal!"

“Concerned about good and evil… inclined to do good…” the pilgrim murmured to himself, then left with a blank expression.

The next worshipper stepped forward, and Zhuge Yunhui handed him a divination tube to draw lots. This method was not as accurate as the introspective questioning, nor as accurate as the divination methods such as Qimen Dunjia, Liuyao, and tortoise shell divination.

However, it has the least impact on the interpreter, and if we put it in a more mystical or ambiguous way, it has almost no effect.

The first few methods, if not handled carefully, could lead to divine retribution for revealing heavenly secrets. This is why Zhuge Yunhui dared to conduct large-scale divination and fortune-telling here.

Of course, as a professional sorcerer, Zhuge Yunhui also had some special methods to avoid this influence.

During a break while the worshippers were drawing lots, Zhuge Yunhui transmitted his voice to Zhang Zhiwei and said, "Although it is tiring to receive so many people in a day, it is actually quite interesting to see a person's fate and understand his story."

Zhang Zhiwei said, “Seeing all beings in this way is indeed a shortcut, but looking at other people’s fate is like looking in a mirror. The more you look, the more you see yourself. The more you understand your own fate, the more you are disturbed. But not looking at all is not good either. To put it bluntly, you still have to guard your own mind and not let external delusions affect you.”

“I have taken your teachings to heart,” Zhuge Yunhui said solemnly.

He then dismissed the worshipper with a few words, offering similar advice to the previous worshipper.

“If it weren’t for the fact that only one person can enter the pavilion at a time, that guy might have thought I was just giving him the runaround,” Zhuge Yunhui said with a smile.

“It’s not just a perfunctory answer; their turning points were indeed similar,” Zhang Zhiwei said.

"Brother Zhiwei, you noticed that too?" Zhuge Yunhui was somewhat surprised. "I've observed many worshippers recently and noticed that many of them will experience a significant turning point in their lives in the second half of the year. This suggests that something big might happen in the second half of the year!"

"The second half of the year..." Zhang Zhiwei thought for a moment and nodded, "Speaking of which, there is indeed a major event that will happen in the second half of the year."

"What is it?" Zhuge Yunhui asked curiously.

"You'll find out when the time comes," Zhang Zhiwei said, keeping everyone in suspense. "However, those two were probably in cahoots, so it's normal that they had similar fates."

"Brother Zhiwei, did you notice that too? Both the one just now and the one before had thick calluses on the inside of their index fingers, they must have used guns frequently," Zhuge Yunhui said.

“I didn’t pay attention to whether they used guns often, but their fates do have a lot in common,” Zhang Zhiwei said.

"It's obvious at a glance that I'm still far behind Brother Zhiwei in this field!" Zhuge Yunhui looked at the next pilgrim and transmitted his voice, "This person seems quite extraordinary. What do you think of him, Brother Zhiwei?"

This pilgrim was in his thirties, tall and upright, with a refined face, and dressed in an ordinary long robe, appearing quite ordinary.

But Zhang Zhiwei was somewhat surprised when he saw him, because he actually recognized the person. It was Song Wu, who was at the top of the charity list of the Tiantong Church and had once spent a fortune to qualify for the "Dinner of the Tiantong Church Master".

"What are the Song family doing here at Longhu Mountain?" Zhang Zhiwei glanced at him and said to Zhuge Yunhui:

“Although this person looks simple, he is destined for great wealth and honor.” “Is that so?” Zhuge Yunhui stared at him for a few moments and said, “This person has very deep luck and great personal influence. I’m afraid he is not an ordinary person. I can’t measure this person with a bamboo tube.”

"If we were to really take a serious test, we would probably have to use some special methods; it would definitely not be easy."

"How about you go, Brother Zhiwei? I've been talking for so long, my mouth is dry, I should take a break."

“Alright, I’ll take care of this guy.” Zhang Zhiwei said, and with a slight thought, black mist surged around him. When the mist dissipated, he had become exactly like Zhuge Yunhui!
Zhuge Yunhui stared in shock at the scene. Although he already knew from the contest between Zhou Sheng and Zhang Huaiyi that Tiantong Qimen possessed the ability to change anything at will, he was still greatly surprised to see it with his own eyes, especially since the object of the change was himself.

He scrutinized Zhang Zhiwei from head to toe, scrutinizing every detail, but no matter how he looked at him, he couldn't find the slightest flaw.

"Alright, stop spacing out!"

Zhang Zhiwei reached out and patted him. Zhuge Yunhui was momentarily dazed. When he came to his senses, Zhuge Yunhui was already standing to the side.

Another version of himself was already sitting at the table, ready to interpret fortune sticks for people, while the worshippers outside the pavilion seemed oblivious to this scene, as if they couldn't see him at all.

"This method...it's truly divine!" Zhuge Yunhui exclaimed inwardly, his gaze fixed on Zhang Zhiwei.

Song Wu sat down in front of Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Zhiwei asked, "What do you want to be tested?"

“Everyone loves money, which is why the God of Wealth is so popular. So let me test my fortune,” Song Wu said.

Zhang Zhiwei handed him the divination box and asked him to throw a lot.

He took it and shook it casually a few times, and a bamboo stick with the character "wealth" written on it flew out.

Upon seeing this character, Song Wu raised an eyebrow: "Please, Master, explain this to me."

Zhang Zhiwei held the bamboo stick and examined Song Wu for a while before saying, "Wealth is the foundation of one's life. In this society, wealth can change the fate of many people. There is a strong aura of wealth surrounding and gathering around you."

"It's like a treasure bowl that sucks away the wealth of many people around you. You'll make a few windfalls soon, but as they say, harmony brings wealth. Your ravenous approach isn't exactly harmonious."

"Then may I ask, Master, what does it mean when the business is conducted in a less than harmonious manner?" Song Wu smiled and asked, "Power or tactics?"

“That is unjust!” Zhang Zhiwei said.

"Unjust?" Song Wu frowned. "What do you mean by that, Master?"

"It means that ill-gotten gains will inevitably bring disaster!" Zhang Zhiwei said.

Song Wu frowned and pondered for a moment. He didn't deny that the accusation of making ill-gotten gains was true. But if you follow the rules and uphold loyalty, how can you make money? What he was thinking about was the inevitable trouble he would bring. His family was already the most powerful and influential family in the entire country. Who would dare to touch him? Or rather, who could bring him trouble?

"May I ask, Master? Is there any way to avoid this calamity?" Song Wu asked.

“Doing more good deeds will solve the problem!” Zhang Zhiwei said. “If you take money from the people, use it for the people. If you’ve made ill-gotten gains, wouldn’t it be better to do something righteous?”

“I understand what you mean, Master.” Song Wu nodded, then suddenly a thought flashed through his mind, and he said, “If I donate the money to the Tian Tong Sect Leader, wouldn’t that be considered doing a righteous thing and avoiding disaster?”

Zhang Zhiwei looked at Song Wu and laughed, "No, the Tian Tong Sect Leader has never touched money. He has no interest in money. Donating money to the Tian Tong Sect Leader is like donating dung."

Song Wu was a little confused. If the leader of the Tiantong Sect was really so detached from worldly affairs, then what was the meaning of the dinner the leader of the Tiantong Sect had last time?
As a smart man, he quickly realized: "What if I donated the money to Tiantong Church's orphanage, church schools, relief organizations, and other charitable organizations?"

Zhang Zhiwei laughed and said, "That is certainly a righteous act!"

At this point, Song Wu suddenly felt like he had been tricked. With his family's power, there weren't many people in the entire country who dared to touch him, and who had the ability to do so.

The leader of the Tiantong Sect was one of them. Coincidentally, the leader of the Tiantong Sect was a guy who liked to do charity, help the people, and do righteous things. He wanted to make a fortune through illicit means, so he came to someone else's territory to do it. Wasn't he just asking for trouble?

"Don't worry, Master, I will definitely do something righteous!" Song Wu forced a smile, got up and left.

Soon, another pilgrim entered. He looked somewhat like Song Wu, but had a more scholarly air and was a bit older.

This man is Song Wu's older brother, named Song Wen. The two brothers came together this time, and the pilgrims in front are some of their subordinates who brought them with them.

"What do you want to be tested?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

"Let's test my future. There's someone I don't really like who's always been riding high on my shoulders. Is there any chance for me to turn things around?" Song Wen said.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't ask his name and handed him the divination box directly.

Song Wen didn't introduce himself. He took the bamboo stick and casually shook it, causing a bamboo stick with the character "王" (Wang) written on it to fly out.

When Song Wen saw it, he was immediately delighted. The handwriting was very powerful, exuding a desire to be the boss. Could it mean that he could suppress that annoying guy?
"Master, how do we answer this?" Song Wen asked.

Zhang Zhiwei took the bamboo stick and looked at it, saying, "This is a good stick, but if you're asking whether you can turn your life around, then it's not a good sign."

"Why is it not good?" Song Wen's face darkened.

“Look,” Zhang Zhiwei pointed to the character “王” and explained, “If you want to turn the tables, you definitely want to be the master, but what’s the difference between ‘王’ and ‘主’?”

“How do you write the character ‘主’ (zhu)? It’s a dot on top and a ‘王’ (wang) on ​​the bottom. This dot is very important, like the eye in painting a dragon. Without this dot, it’s just a ‘王’ (wang) frame, like a dragon without eyes. It looks powerful, but it’s actually blind. You just follow what others tell you to do and can’t make your own decisions.”

Upon hearing this, Song Wen was stunned. He looked powerful and controlled the finances, but in reality, he was blind. He could only do what others told him to do and had no real control over his own affairs.
Given his status and wealth, this comment was indeed rather cruel, but he could not find a reason to refute it.

Song Wen left somewhat dejectedly.

No sooner had he left than another worshipper entered. This man wore a long black robe, had slicked-back hair, a small mustache, and walked with a swagger, exuding an air of authority.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the man and felt inexplicably familiar with him. Just as he was trying to figure out where he had seen him before, Zhuge Yunhui whispered to him, "It's Commander Zhang from the Northeast!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei instantly realized it was Xiao Shuai; no wonder he looked familiar. (End of Chapter)