What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

As he said this, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the three patina-covered bronze coins he had been playing with at the construction site, then gently placed them on the coffee table.

"The old man often told me that the most important thing about feng shui is to follow the natural flow."

The same principle applies to how we conduct ourselves and how we handle affairs.

Li Qing pointed to the three copper coins, his tone wistful.

"Since you can't make the decision, I'll just leave it to God to decide for you."

Just now, when Lei Hai was trying to appeal to your emotions, I secretly cast a divination.

Upon hearing this, Jin Wanliang, who was pouring tea, immediately put down the teapot and came over.

"Oh? Divination?"

He stared at the copper coins on the coffee table with a look of gossip and curiosity, and asked with great interest:

"Master Li, since you've already offered to take on this job, the divination must be auspicious, right?"

Tell me quickly, what kind of auspicious meaning is it?

"This time, are we not only going to make money, but also maybe snag some rare and precious treasures along the way?"

For a merchant like Jin Wanliang who does special business, nothing excites him more than hearing the word "great fortune".

Although I didn't act as dramatically as he did, I straightened my posture slightly and waited quietly for Li Qing to continue.

Li Qing rolled her eyes at Lao Jin's greedy and greedy appearance.

"How exactly does it mean 'auspicious'? How am I supposed to know!"

Li Qing leaned back on the sofa, spread his hands, and said confidently.

"what?"

Jin Wanliang was stunned, staring at him with a look of astonishment.

"Didn't you cast the divination yourself? You figured it out yourself, don't you know?"

"Nonsense, don't you understand that secrets of heaven cannot be revealed?"

Li Qing curled his lip and solemnly recited his set of esoteric theories.

"If you're too accurate with fortune telling, it'll shorten your lifespan."

I'm in the prime of my life, and I haven't even gotten married yet. I don't want to die young just because I'm working on a crappy construction site.

The divination I just performed only considered the outcome, not the process.

Li Qing pointed to the copper coins on the coffee table, his tone becoming casual:

"Anyway, the divination shows that although there are some twists and turns, the final result will be very auspicious."

Since even God says we're capable, and Boss Lei has poured so much money into this, what are we still hesitating for?

Just do it.

Hearing Li Qing's explanation, I shook my head helplessly.

This guy always manages to make laziness and fear of death sound so elegant and refined.

However, although I don't understand feng shui and physiognomy, I do know that there are extremely complex causes and effects involved.

Li Qing's approach of only calculating good or bad fortune without considering the process was indeed a wise way to protect himself.

"Alright, since the divination indicates great fortune, there's nothing to worry about. We can just make another trip tomorrow."

I picked up my teacup and drank the rest of the tea in one gulp.

Although Lao Jin didn't hear the specific details of his fortune, he knew his life was safe, so he went back to continue working on his tea leaves, completely satisfied.

The three of us sat in the lobby and chatted idly for a while.

The conversation started with the feng shui of the construction site, then drifted to the recent situation in Jiangcheng, and finally to the strange and unusual Gu worms in southern Xinjiang.

As night deepened, the old street outside Tingyuxuan had become completely quiet, with only the occasional bark of a dog.

"It's getting late, everyone should go and get some rest."

I glanced at the clock on the wall; the hands had already pointed to two in the morning.

"I have to go to work tomorrow, so I need to get plenty of rest."

"Alright, time for bed."

Li Qing yawned, stretched, and stood up from the sofa.

Jin Wanliang finished tidying up the tea set, greeted us, and then turned and went downstairs.

I stood up, walked to the window, glanced at the dark night sky outside, and then turned and went into my bedroom.

……

Meanwhile, in a spacious house in a residential area in Jiangcheng.

The bathroom door was pushed open from the inside, accompanied by a burst of warm steam.

Director Wang was wearing a large bathrobe, drying the few remaining strands of wet hair on his head with a dry towel, humming an unknown cheerful tune as he walked out of the bathroom with light steps.

He had just washed away his fatigue and seemed to be in a very good mood.

However, just as he shuffled around the corner in his slippers and stepped into the living room,

The little tune he was humming abruptly stopped, and then he froze in place as if he had been frozen in place.

He looked as if he had been genuinely startled.

There was someone sitting on the soft leather sofa in the living room.

It was an old Taoist priest wearing an apricot-yellow robe.

His Taoist robe still had some dried mud spots on the hem, and his hair was casually tied back with a wooden hairpin, making it look a little messy.

This person is none other than [someone else].

Just a few hours earlier, at Boss Wang's construction site on the outskirts of the city, Master Qingyun, a charlatan from the unorthodox school of divination, was slapped away by that complex evil spirit.

But at this moment, Qingyunzi no longer had any of the sleazy and disheveled look he had on the construction site.

He sat cross-legged on the sofa, his back ramrod straight, his expression focused as if he were performing some kind of sacred ritual.

At this moment, he was holding a clear glass bottle without any labels.

He was carefully pouring the slightly yellowish-amber liquid into the large purplish-red gourd he carried with him.

On the coffee table in front of Qingyunzi, there was a glass wine bottle of the same style, but with an empty bottom.

After seeing the person's face clearly, Director Wang finally let out a long breath and patted his broad chest, which was heaving violently from fright.

"Oh my goodness..."

Director Wang lowered his voice, his tone tinged with helplessness and resentment.

"I say, Uncle Qingyun, why are you here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

And how come you're always so elusive, disappearing without a sound in the hallway?

People can scare each other to death!

As he said this, Director Wang had already involuntarily taken two steps forward.

His eyes, which usually held a snobbish glint, were now fixed intently on the wine bottle in the old Taoist priest's hand, which was still half empty.

His eyes revealed an undisguised look of heartache.

Qingyunzi didn't even raise his head when he heard Director Wang's complaints.

He maintained that extremely focused expression, steadily holding the wine bottle.

Only after pouring the last drop of amber-colored wine into the gourd did he finally put the stopper on the gourd with satisfaction.

He then casually tossed the empty bottle onto the coffee table, making a crisp clinking sound.

Only then did he slowly raise his eyelids and glance at Director Wang standing to the side.