frightfiction Chapter 487 One divination, one coin
Chapter 487 One divination, one coin
Noticing the thief's mutterings beside him, Zhu Wuyao quietly stopped laughing and began to eat properly.
She has a lot to do.
First, I need to go back to the Ink Trace Bookstore in Beixuan City to send a message to everyone through a storybook—Zhu Wuyao has returned!
If you have the chance, it would be best to visit your old friend at the Star-Picking Tower.
She wanted to see how Hua Yingting's cultivation in the Great Luo Heaven was progressing, and how Xu San'er's business was going... However, she couldn't sneak into the Star-Picking Tower without alerting anyone.
Let's put this matter on hold for now.
After Zhu Wuyao had a hearty meal, he flew north on his sword.
Although she didn't interact much with others along the way, the bits and pieces of information she overheard still gave her some interesting tidbits about the martial arts world, especially the "Ten Thousand Book Reviews" she bought, which contained some gossip about the cultivation world.
The flat plains and desolate mountains are ideal for flying on a sword.
However, it's not appropriate to be so ostentatious in a town.
Zhu Wuyao found a relatively prosperous town to settle down in at the intersection of Qingyunmen and Zhaixinglou.
Now, she has changed her appearance. Her hairstyle is still a high ponytail, but because her eyes are covered with a cloth, in order to match the identity of "blind fortune teller", she has changed her black short clothes into a long robe and even had someone make a fortune-telling banner.
It reads: "A legendary fortune teller, one coin per divination."
Because she moves freely, passersby often wonder whether she is truly blind or pretending to be.
In short, he looked more like a con artist than a street fortune teller!
This outfit, as it's worn on the street, seems to reinforce a stereotype about me—
"Although I appear to be blind, I am actually faking it. This outfit is for swindling and cheating. Smart people, don't come. We're all just trying to make a living, so don't ruin my business."
This was exactly what Zhu Wuyao wanted to do.
She didn't intend to tell fortunes for people.
If one knows the fate of others, it is inevitable to feel uneasy, and this uneasy feeling will cause a lot of trouble.
The key is!
The Heavenly Dao can bear almost the limit of cause and effect. If more complications or variables are added, natural disasters will likely occur continuously, calamities will be imminent, and ultimately a great calamity will descend upon the world to cleanse and purify the complicated cause and effect.
Many people will die.
Every time she forcibly helps someone escape their fate in the wrong way, she is adding a burden to the Heavenly Way and pushing for a great calamity to descend upon the world.
The correct way—similar to Ji Yuezhang's sixteen years of silence, in exchange for the little girl's survival; she took the blame for the bookseller and then remained silent in the secret realm for four years.
Fortunately, even if the sky falls, there are four powerful forces to hold it up; they are not to be trifled with.
They not only scheme against each other, but also against the world, against all living beings, and against Zhu Wuyao. In the end, they must achieve something to make their schemes worthwhile.
Since it doesn't concern me, I might as well be deaf and blind.
She finally managed to shed her status as a pawn and gain freedom. Now, she only wants to sever ties with karma, master the Falling Leaf Sword, and find the item that grants her destiny to improve her strength.
Being able to protect oneself during future turmoil and incidentally safeguard one's friends is enough.
What kind of book would you like to read, sir?
Zhu Wuyao entered the Mohen Study, and a servant immediately came forward to lead the way.
The servant wanted to help him up, but seeing that the blind Taoist priest moved freely, and remembering that this person had come to buy books... she slapped her forehead, thinking to herself—he's probably faking blindness...
The servant didn't expose him, his face still beaming with a smile, and began recommending popular storybooks to Zhu Wuyao:
"Guest, many people are currently reading the stories from Wolong Mountain, especially the newly released one, 'I Became the Master of a Sect by Relying on a System of Insider Information.' It's fast-paced yet written in a light and humorous style, and it's worth buying and reading... and worth having someone read it to you!"
Upon hearing the book title, Zhu Wuyao inwardly cried out in despair.
However, he remained calm and said:
"This Daoist has not left the mountain for a long time. I wonder what new book Wuyu has published recently?"
He's just putting on an act... and hasn't been seen in public for a long time...
The servant silently grumbled inwardly, but maintained a smile on his face and said:
"It has been twenty-two years since I first wrote a storybook, and I haven't written a book in over twenty years!"
The servant changed the subject, deliberately making a sarcastic remark:
"Master, I see you're a fortune teller. I'll pay you a penny out of my own pocket to tell my fortune—even if I'm speechless, I don't know when I'll write a new book!"
Zhu Wuyao chuckled upon hearing this, coughed, and said:
"That's perfectly acceptable."
The servant handed over a coin, and Zhu Wuyao, feigning seriousness and mimicking the actions in TV dramas and short videos from his previous life, counted on his fingers and said:
"Wu Yu's new book will inevitably have news about it within three months at most, or within one month at least."
The exact time depends on her pace.
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the soft laughter of the other readers, and someone shouted:
"You fortune teller, calling yourself a diviner? How many years has the memorial tablet of the speechless senior been erected? Hahaha, do you think you can lift the coffin lid just to write a book for us to read?"
"Isn't this just nonsense? Even if Wuyu was only in his twenties or thirties when he wrote 'Sword Immortal Master,' he must be fifty now! He should be enjoying his retirement..."
These words evoked a sense of sadness in Zhu Wuyao regarding his own age.
As a frail, fifty-year-old woman, she was still young and in her prime in the cultivation world. How could she possibly enjoy her old age in peace and comfort?
Just as she was about to say something in her defense, the servant smiled and smoothed things over:
"Okay, thanks for your kind words. Maybe in three months we really will be reading Wu Yu's new book!"
Zhu Wuyao suppressed the urge to defend Wuyu for not being dead and said:
"I'll take whatever issues of 'Ten Thousand Book Reviews' you have. Could you please help me find them and calculate the cost?"
The servant was efficient, and since book reviews were an important source of income for Mohen Study, he quickly amassed nearly two years' worth of book reviews and calculated the money.
Upon hearing the quoted price, it turned out to be much higher.
It seems that Gu Lang has finally cultivated user habits, and now he's starting to raise prices and make money.
She took the stack of tabloids, counted out the money accurately, and handed it over. The onlookers laughed:
"Looks like you're not planning to scam people here after all. You're so blind, you're not even trying to pretend anymore?"
Zhu Wuyao readily agreed and said:
"It depends on whether the person seeking my fortune-telling is blind or enlightened, and whether they can see through my charlatanry facade to my sincere heart."
"Hey! That's quite a mysterious statement. I think you've got potential, girl."
Zhu Wuyao was walking out when he heard this and turned back with a smile:
"Thank you for your kind words. I'm only a mediocre person, and I still have a long way to go."
As Zhu Wuyao walked out of the Ink-Trace Study and listened to the laughter and chatter behind him, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
She sensed an overwhelming sadness in the city.
It seems to be a warning of something ominous.
Even though she didn't use divination to tell fortunes, the act of severing karmic ties and reconnecting with past relationships made her more sensitive to changes in fate and the workings of the universe.
"We can't get involved... If we take care of this one, we'll never be able to stop the next one. How many people can I take on the burden of their calamities for? Are the four sects just freeloaders if everything depends on me?"