Chapter 271 - Consecration

The fortune teller wasn’t always at the Ji Ming Temple offering readings, only sometimes.

He had just received a message from Xiao Feng, and to his surprise, Zhang Wei had fallen ill again!

As far as the fortune teller’s own knowledge went, he understood a bit about “The Book of Changes” and thus a bit about divination, but whether his readings were accurate, he himself wasn’t sure—it was all probabilistic.

Last time, he managed to get a sum of money from Zhang Dongliang and his wife, effectively swindling them, as cheating wealthy people like them was his favorite pastime.

If it were just about setting up a stall and reading fortunes, a hundred a time wouldn’t add up to much in a day; in his eyes, that was hardly enough to afford a luxury house or car.

However, conning the rich was a different story, as he could make tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, at a time.

When he heard Xiao Feng was going to visit him for a reading with Liu Ying, the fortune teller hastily drove from another place to his stall outside Ji Ming Temple.

After Liu Ying and Xiao Feng arrived by car and got off, they headed towards the entrance of Ji Ming Temple and, sure enough, saw many fortune tellers conducting readings for locals and tourists.

After searching for a while, the two finally spotted the fortune teller reading a book.

“Master, you’re really here.”

Seeing that the fortune teller was still around, Liu Ying believed that he probably wasn’t a fraud.

And if he were truly a con artist, why would he dare to show his face again after a scam?

“Benefactor, is there something else troubling you?”

The fortune teller asked Liu Ying.

In his view, Liu Ying was a bit naïve, but he knew that with Zhang Dongliang’s situation, it was not someone he could mess with, unless Liu Ying was willing herself.

“My son felt unwell again yesterday afternoon; what exactly is going on?”

Liu Ying thought, they had already held rituals in their house, so why hadn’t her son recovered for several days, only to start feeling sick again?

“Benefactor, let me take another look at your son’s fortunes.”

When the fortune teller asked Liu Ying to write down Zhang Wei’s birth details once more, he began his calculations.

According to Zhang Wei’s horoscope, he should have been someone of noble destiny since he was born with a silver spoon and had always lived well.

But lately, the readings of his birth details indeed didn’t look good.

“Benefactor, I have completed my reading.

From your son’s birth details, initially, they were very auspicious.

However, now there seems to be a problem, mainly due to his recent misfortune and attracting malevolent people.”

“Malevolent people?

Didn’t you eliminate the malevolent person last time?”

Liu Ying asked curiously.

“Benefactor, while I did curse the malevolent person the last time, this one is quite formidable, not so easily dealt with, and still occasionally causes trouble for your son.”

“So what can we do?”

Liu Ying inquired.

“I will give you a charm; when you return, stick it on the malevolent person’s image, and pierce it three times every morning and night for three days and nights.

Then, this malevolent person will surely perish.”

The fortune teller explained.

“That’s all it takes?”

“Of course not, it would be best if your son stays away from the malevolent person for a while, recuperating where there aren’t others around.

Once you have disposed of that malevolent person, he may return to society.”

The fortune teller thought and added.

Zhang Wei was still recuperating in Jinling Hospital; usually, aside from the female nurses, only she and Zhang Dongliang were with him—no others, effectively isolating him from society and malevolent figures.

Liu Ying felt it would be better for her son not to return to school for the college entrance exam preparations; studying in the hospital or at home would be preferable to the school environment.

Because Zhang Wei would start getting sick not long after each visit to school, she began to suspect there might be something wrong with Jiangbei No.

3 Middle School?

“No problem,”

Liu Ying said.

As she took out a thousand yuan in cash from her wallet and placed it into the fortune-teller’s box, the fortune-teller handed her a talisman.

As for those puppets, they could be bought in many places.

Liu Ying thanked the fortune-teller and then left with Xiao Feng.

Looking back at the fortune-teller, Liu Ying told Xiao Feng to buy a puppet first after they got into the car and drove away from there.

Liu Ying knew Xiao Feng knew where to find them.

Following Xiao Feng’s directions, Liu Ying drove to a shop that sold joss paper and urns, then got out of the car.

Inside, Liu Ying saw someone she felt was familiar, but in the moment, she couldn’t recognize the person.

When Xiao Feng came over and said they needed to buy a puppet, the store offered both paper and puppet versions, each with different prices.

Liu Ying chose a gel-like puppet version and, after paying the price, she came out with Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng, however, didn’t leave as quickly and said to Liu Ying, “Ah Ying, I still need to buy some things, go ahead without me.”

“Sister Feng, then I’ll go first,”

Liu Ying, worried about her son’s condition, got into her car and drove away toward Jinling Hospital.

When Xiao Feng entered the shop they had just visited, the same clerk who Liu Ying thought looked familiar immediately said to Xiao Feng, “Sister Feng, my master should be back soon.”

He had long known his master had an affair with this beautiful woman, but as a disciple, he naturally didn’t dare to gossip.

“I’ve already seen him just now,”

Xiao Feng said as she walked into a room.

In broad daylight, Xiao Feng wasn’t afraid of being seen by others.

As soon as she entered, she sent a text message to the fortune-teller.

The fortune-teller asked her to wait a while.

About fifteen minutes later, the fortune-teller came back from his stall.

Then he went into that same room.

Xiao Feng was sitting in front of the counter, carefully examining herself.

Even though she was already over forty, and her beauty couldn’t compare to what it was ten years ago, she thought she still had charm.

With ample curves in the right places and slenderness where it mattered, and considering the adage “women are like wolves at thirty and like tigers at forty,” at her current age, she was right at the peak of her tiger-like years, sadly, the man at home couldn’t satisfy her.

“Xiao Feng, I’m back,”

the fortune-teller called out.

After closing the door, the fortune-teller’s eyes were already fixed on Xiao Feng.

“Do you think we should ask Liu Ying for another sum of money?

She has a lot of it in her family,”

Xiao Feng suggested.

“We’ve already made a sum.

You want to earn another?

What if they discover the problem, both husband and wife?”

Generally speaking, the fortune-teller wouldn’t entertain repeat clients because once you’ve deceived someone, trying to deceive them a second time can lead to discovery and danger for him.

Especially with these rich people, it would be easy for them to get rid of a small-time fortune-teller like him.

“Don’t worry, I know this bestie of mine very well,”

Xiao Feng assured him.

The fortune-teller thought of Liu Ying, who was even prettier than Xiao Feng, but he knew he couldn’t pursue her for now.

“Xiao Feng, I’ll consecrate it for you then,”