The fortune teller shook his head and stroked his beard, not knowing whether he was speaking to Tang Ping or to himself: "Not good, this is bad luck! Young Master is in danger!"

Tang Ping's eyes narrowed, and she immediately moved closer and asked nervously:

"Master, what do you mean by this?"

The fortune teller smiled mysteriously, then continued to pack up the things on his stall, clearly intending to buy official games, and didn't want to say anything more.

The most uncomfortable thing was that she only spoke half of the words, especially those about her son's condition. She came here today for her son, so how could Tang Ping not be anxious?

She pulled the fortune teller's tablecloth down, took out a wad of banknotes from her bag, and placed it heavily on the table:

"Tell me quickly, what did you calculate?"

The fortune teller's eyes lit up, and then he pretended not to be tempted by money and continued to tidy up the things on his desk.

Seeing this, Tang Ping could only lower her voice, then took out some money from her bag, and asked calmly:

"Sir, please help me explain what you just said."

"Since you are so sincere, I will reluctantly tell you your fortune." The fortune teller was satisfied. He slowly took the money on the table and put it into his tattered cloth bag. He took out a bamboo stick bucket from under the table.

"Ma'am, have a cigarette."

Tang Ping reached out and pulled out a bamboo stick at random. She took it in front of her eyes and saw the word "empty". She handed the bamboo stick to the fortune teller and asked:

"Sir, please help me solve this confusion."

"No rush." ​​The fortune teller did not explain immediately, but pushed another piece of paper in front of Tang Ping:

"Please, Madam, write one more word about your daughter-in-law."

Without giving it much thought, Tang Ping immediately picked up the brush beside her and wrote the word "Mo" on the spotless white paper. Then, she handed it back to the fortune teller, waiting for the fortune teller to answer her questions.

The fortune teller placed the bamboo sticks and paper on the table, gestured with his hands for a while, and his expression changed drastically.

"What's wrong? What did the master calculate?" Tang Ping asked nervously.

"Oh." The fortune teller looked at Tang Ping opposite him and sighed. Then, he didn't know what he said to Tang Ping. Her face became more and more ugly, and she fell into a trance. She didn't even notice that the fortune teller had left.

When Yan Mo came back after buying water, he saw his mother-in-law sitting on the stone opposite, with a dazed look on her face.

"Mom." Yan Mo immediately put down what he was holding and waved his hand in front of Tang Ping: "What's wrong with you? What did the fortune teller say to you?"

Hearing her daughter-in-law's voice, Tang Ping came back to her senses and looked at Yan Mo with an ambiguous look, which made Yan Mo a little puzzled. She opened her mouth again and repeated what she had just said.

Hearing this, Tang Ping immediately controlled her outward emotions and said with her usual faint smile:

"Nothing, just chatting. What about you? What took you so long?"

Mother-in-law noticed the unusual behavior, but ultimately said nothing. She explained:

"I saw that the store had your favorite dish, lotus leaf chicken, so I asked them to make one for you." As he said that, he handed the chicken wrapped in fragrant soil to Tang Ping.

This was something Yan Mo discovered accidentally when she was at the Si family. Every once in a while, her father-in-law would bring back a portion of lotus leaf chicken for her mother-in-law, which made her guess that her mother-in-law must like to eat this.

"Thank you, Momo." Tang Ping was moved and began to doubt the fortune teller's words.

"Mom, I'm your daughter-in-law, why are you being so polite?"

Then, Yan Mo opened the bottle cap again and handed a bottle of water to Tang Ping.

After drinking the water and resting for a while, they climbed to the top of the mountain again.

Not long after they left, not far from the stone where Yan Mo had been sitting, the fortune teller who had just told Tang Ping's fortune stood hunched in front of a man in a long robe.

"Sir, I have already told the woman everything you said," the fortune teller explained respectfully, "but she will believe it if I don't have any evidence."

The man in the robe said nothing. He took out a stack of red banknotes and threw them to the fortune teller:

"Don't worry about this, just go!" After giving the instructions, the man in the robe left.

The fortune teller clapped his hands with the money and shouted at the robed man's back:

"Sir, if you have such good things in the future, remember to look for me!"

More than an hour passed, and Yan Mo and Tang Ping finally reached the top of the mountain and arrived at the gate of Guanghua Temple.

Guanghua Temple is a magnificent ancient temple that has been passed down from ancient times to the present day. It is also the most famous and effective temple in Mo City. Therefore, there is no shortage of pilgrims coming here every day.

At this moment, the spacious entrance was full of people worshipping Buddha, and one had to queue up to get in. Considering that the sun was too strong and too hot, Yan Mo asked Tang Ping to rest aside.

After entering, they first went into the main hall to worship, and then donated incense money. The considerable amount of incense money directly attracted the temple abbot to express his gratitude. The abbot personally took Yan Mo and the others to visit the temple. During the whole process, Tang Ping also told the abbot that she wanted to find a fortune teller who was more skilled in fortune telling to tell her a fortune.

After hearing Tang Ping's request, the host immediately took Tang Ping and Yan Mo to the simplest room in the backyard.

"Host."

Just then, a bald little monk ran in from outside and shouted loudly.

"What's the matter? Loud noises are prohibited in the temple." The abbot scolded him sternly on the spot.

Seeing that there were people present, the little monk said something to the host.

After hearing what the little monk said, he immediately bowed and apologized to Tang Ping and Yan Mo:

"Donor Tang, I'm sorry, but the Zen master is inside. You can go in and find him directly. I have important matters to attend to in the temple right now, so I have to leave first. Please forgive me."

"You're too polite, host. I should thank you. So..." Tang Ping waved her hand towards Yan Mo.

Yan Mo approached his mother-in-law, waiting for her words.

"So, Momo, to thank the host for helping us so much, you and the host master go out and add some more incense money as a token of our appreciation." Tang Ping instructed.

"Mom, how about I go in with you first and then go back after we come out?" Yan Mo was a little hesitant. It was not because she was stingy with the money, but mainly because she was worried about leaving her mother-in-law here alone.

Tang Ping knew that her daughter-in-law cared about her, so she smiled and told Yan Mo to relax and said:

"It's okay, it'll only be a moment, nothing will happen."

Yan Mo did not agree immediately. After all, she had just had an accident a few days ago, so it was inevitable that she would overthink everything.

Seeing this, the host interjected appropriately:

"How about this, I'll keep this little monk here, so that Benefactor Yan can feel more at ease."

Tang Ping nodded, expressing her full agreement.

In this situation, Yan Mo had no choice but to agree:

"Okay then! I'll go now and be back right away."