Fortune telling is my profession!

Jiutian said arrogantly, "You want your fortune told?"

"Um, could you tell my fortune?"

"Since you just took a slap for me, I'll tell your fortune! Please give me your birth date and time."

Looking at her adorable face, Mrs. Hu couldn't help but want to kiss her. Whose child is this? Such good fortune!

He handed over his birth date and time, looking at her curiously.

With a flick of her tiny hand, both Landlord Wang and Magistrate Wang stared at her as if she were a spectacle.

To be honest, everyone's curious!

"Your father passed the provincial examination, but he failed the imperial examination several times! Your mother passed away when you were eight years old, and your father remarried your aunt."

Your aunt had four children, and your brother… no, your brother was pushed into the well by your aunt.”

At this point, Ms. Hu was trembling all over.

He rushed over, his eyes blurry with tears, and asked her, "Little fairy, are you sure my little brother fell into the well?"

"Yes, in the southwest field of your house, there used to be a dry well, and your younger brother was in that dry well. But she had someone fill the well in."

Hu was trembling with sobs. Magistrate Wang patted her back and said, "Don't cry. I'll have someone dig it up and take a look later."

Mrs. Hu kept crying. Her younger brother, thirteen years ago, when she was ten and he was six, suddenly ran away to play and never came back.

The Hu family all believed that their younger brother had been abducted by human traffickers, and they had been searching for him for many years without any news.

Unexpectedly, Jiutian said it was in the dry well in the southwest field of her house.

Hu couldn't wait even a day longer and immediately went back to investigate.

The imperial court had regulations on appointing officials, stipulating that officials could not serve in their place of origin. Therefore, Magistrate Wang was not the magistrate of this county, but of the neighboring county. Lady Hu was also the daughter of a scholar from the neighboring county.

Magistrate Wang instructed the head constables in the county office to go to Hu's maternal home first and dig up the dry well.

He'll hold off for now; his father has just recovered from his illness, how can he leave immediately?

The more Wang the landlord looked at Jiutian, the more extraordinary he seemed. He couldn't help but ask, "Did you really figure out that her brother was in the dry well?"

"Yes, in the dry well."

"If your eldest son is truly in the dry well, and his wronged soul is exonerated, you will have accumulated a great virtue."

"Yes, I've done good deeds again."

Landlord Wang and Magistrate Wang are now just waiting to find the remains of Hu's younger brother in the well so they can properly thank the heavens.

"I've consulted countless doctors, searched the entire Ganzhou region, how did you, young miracle doctor, cure my illness?"

Landlord Wang asked curiously, "You also know medicine and fortune telling. How are you so capable?"

“Yes,” Jiutian said proudly. “Landlord Wang, the vase that used to be on your bedside table had a lot of yin energy, and the screen in front of your bed had been used in a ritual to attach a large python with a gaping maw that sucked your yang energy every day.”

This made Landlord Wang shudder.

"Why don't I see any large pythons up there?"

“Someone has performed a ritual, but you don’t understand Taoist arts, so you can’t see it. Moreover, you’ve been poisoned; there’s a chronic poison in your body that’s preventing your Yang energy from entering.”

Landlord Wang's expression turned cold. From now on, none of his daughters are allowed to enter the house.

Landlord Wang asked with shame, "I won't trouble two guests, little immortal. I know I've been a bit greedy, but I still want to ask you if you can do a fortune telling for the young master?"

“Father…” Magistrate Wang was unwilling to calculate, but he knew what Landlord Wang meant.

"Can'er, your father almost died today. Wasn't it because our Wang family is having trouble producing offspring that they started having other ideas?"

"But, Father..."

"No buts. This little deity is willing to save me, which means he is destined to be with our Wang family. If he can help you even leave behind a bloodline, that would be good. If it is really not meant to be, your father will make plans early and would rather donate it all than leave it to those ungrateful wretches."

Magistrate Wang lowered his head and remained silent.

Landlord Wang pleaded, "Little immortal, please help me calculate my son's fortune. I will be eternally grateful."

He then gave Wang Can's birth date and time.

Jiutian pinched her little hand, then opened Magistrate Wang's left hand to examine it, and said—

"You lost your mother three days after you were born, but your father treated you very well. You were very smart and did well in school. It's just a pity that your health gradually deteriorated more than ten years ago, and you became a sickly person."

Qi depletion, sallow complexion, graying hair, impaired breathing, loss of vitality, and deficiency of Yang...

He died at the age of twenty-eight.

Magistrate Wang was both surprised and ashamed by what she said.

"My illness is difficult to cure. I've seen countless doctors and taken countless medicines, but I still can't get better," Magistrate Wang said. "May I ask, little sage, is this my fate?"

They asked the question, but their eyes were filled with longing, especially Landlord Wang, whose plea was almost tangible.

Jiutian shook his head.

“Someone is trying to harm you! If I don’t save you, you will die at the age of twenty-eight, leaving no offspring.”

With a childlike voice and an earnest demeanor, anyone who didn't know better would definitely think he was a typical little charlatan.

"Little sage, please tell me what to do!" Landlord Wang was so anxious he almost jumped out of bed. "If you can cure my son, I'm willing to offer you 30,000 taels of silver as a token of my gratitude."

“I don’t want money. Buy grain and winter clothes and give them to families who are starving and cold! Also, please ask Magistrate Wang to help my second uncle.”

Landlord Wang stared in astonishment: "You don't want the money? You want me to donate it all?"

"Well, if you want to thank me, then do your part to help poor people get through the winter."

Landlord Wang and Magistrate Wang were so moved that they didn't know what to say. There really are such selfless people in this world!

He's still a child.

Landlord Wang said, "Then what do you want your eldest son to do for your second uncle?"

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