I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 222 - 129: No More than Three Questions

Look at how Chief Zhao’s words are spoken, it’s clear he’s here to ruin someone’s business. If it were someone else, they would really struggle to deal with this ’bully’.

But the Divination Master in front is different. One must know that a skilled Divination Master not only can predict and calculate, but also has the ability to observe and articulate well.

If he dares to stop people from selling divination lessons, he naturally has some confidence in it.

The slender-faced Divination Master heard Zhao Zhonghe’s words, but instead of panicking, he boldly pocketed the silver pieces on the table into his sleeve.

"Fortune-teller, don’t think you can take this money easily. If the prediction is incorrect..."

"If the prediction is incorrect, I will return it tenfold."

The big black mole on the Divination Master’s face moved as he picked up the Doorkeeper’s Ruler, which is also known as Feng Shui Ruler, and tapped the table, saying: "There’s a saying in the world, ’Predicting others is fine, predicting oneself is certain death!’"

"Whether my fortune stalls, whether my clothes get stripped, or whether I get tossed into the river, these are predictions about myself. If I truly follow what you say, wouldn’t it just fulfill this saying?"

"At the end of the day, these are the rules of the divination profession and must be observed."

The Divination Master chuckled and continued: "Guest, why not ask about something else? If the prediction is inaccurate, it won’t be too late to overturn my stall then."

"Is there such a rule?" Zhao Zhonghe turned his head to look at Zhao Yuan.

The latter pondered for a moment, nodded, and said: "I’ve heard that one predicts others but not oneself, doctors do not treat themselves, seems there is such a rule."

Zhao Zhonghe stroked his stubble and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Then predict if my child will be more capable than me in the future?"

The Divination Master was taken aback. If judging by his earlier ambiguous refusal, Zhao Zhonghe should be asking him to unravel the riddle or, at the very least, calculate his own longevity.

How could he ignore his own safety and ask about his child’s future instead?

How broad-minded must he be to not care about his own life and death?

"Divinations are limited to three. I only offer one prediction per person. Are you sure, Chief?"

Zhao Zhonghe glared: "Predict if I ask you to. Why are you babbling like a woman?"

"Alright, alright!" The Divination Master smiled angrily and sized Zhao Zhonghe up and down with a look that resembled a Judge in the Yama Hall, ready to mark the crude man in front of him with a red cross.

Xu Qing silently watched the Divination Master calculate, feeling peculiar. To predict Zhao Zhonghe’s child’s future, he neither asked for birth date and time nor inquired about the name; he just kept staring at Zhao Zhonghe while pretending to adjust his fingers.

Xu Qing opened his Qi Observation Skill, seeing no anomaly in the Divination Master, so he refrained from using his Yin Pupil.

Though the Yin Pupil is much more powerful than the Qi Observation Skill, it is not as concealed as the latter.

A normal pair of eyes suddenly turning darker than ink would make not just the Divination Master, but even Zhao Zhonghe and his nephew see him as a demon.

The Divination Master’s finger movements suddenly paused, he asked: "Chief, do you want to hear the good or the bad first?"

"What do you mean? Of course, I want to hear both. Why would I only hear half a prediction?"

The Divination Master laughed: "I know the chief has a fiery temper and easily gets angry. If I say something unpleasant, and you vent your anger on me, wouldn’t I be wronged?"

"Just speak. As long as the prediction is correct, no matter how harsh, I won’t take it out on you."

The Divination Master took the Doorkeeper’s Ruler and drew a circle on the table, saying: "Your son was born in the month of silkworms, determined and straightforward. He will inherit his father’s career and become famous. To say he will be recorded in history is not an exaggeration."

"A child barely out of diapers being recorded in history. I think you’re just spouting pleasantries, none of it accurate!" Even though Zhao Zhonghe’s mouth expressed disbelief, his smiling face was like a blooming flower.

But before he could revel in joy, the Divination Master continued shockingly: "Unfortunately, while your son’s fame will be great, he won’t enjoy it. Just like a silkworm that can spin true silk but only has a month of life. Even if its silk turns to fine brocade, it won’t see it or wear it."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhonghe stood abruptly.

"What do you mean by not seeing, not wearing? Explain it clearly, don’t give me these riddles!"

Xu Qing suddenly spoke up: "What the Divination Master means is that your child will die young, living like a silkworm whose short life, no matter how great he becomes, he won’t see the outcome."

"..."

Zhao Zhonghe at this moment was like a firecracker fuse nearing its end, eyes ablaze.

"Is that what you mean?"

The Divination Master helplessly said: "Chief, don’t forget your previous promise to not take your anger out on me, regardless of the outcome."

"To hell with you! You foul-mouthed old scoundrel, spewing nonsense! If I don’t take my anger out on you, should I take it out on myself instead!"

Zhao Zhonghe lunged to grab the Divination Master’s collar but was dodged nimbly.

The Divination Master, holding the Doorkeeper’s Ruler, retorted: "Ingrate! I spoke the truth, yet you aren’t pleased! So be it, I won’t tell you the remedy. Let’s see who laughs last!"

"The remedy?"

Zhao Zhonghe sneered: "So this is where you’re leading me? Do I need to give more silver for you to tell the solution?"

The Divination Master laughed coldly: "I wander the world and predict for people, only one prediction per person and I charge only once. Chief, you’ve met many deceitful individuals. Do you think everyone is as deceitful as them?"

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