Sanqing Temple, on the western outskirts of Jakarta.

At 10 a.m., Lin Dong and Qing Xuan met as agreed.

The two met in a library in the backyard of the Sanqing Temple.

The library is very quiet, with a faint scent of books mixed with sandalwood, which makes people feel relaxed without them even realizing it.

Two people, one Taoist and one layman, one old and one young, sat facing each other at the tea table.

After not seeing him for several months, Qingxuan appeared somewhat listless, with more white hair at her temples and a slightly thinner face.

"The Taoist priest seems to have lost weight. Is something on your mind?"

Lin Dong glanced at Qing Xuan sitting opposite him and said softly:

"Old Niu told me that you had contacted me three times, but unfortunately you were too busy to get away recently."

"Our appointment has been delayed by almost two months."

Qingxuan put down the teapot in her hand, smiled and said:

"It's alright. Mr. Lin's trip to Europe and America was truly an unprecedented undertaking, which broadened my horizons considerably!"

"You flatter me, Taoist priest. In some people's eyes, I am a robber and a demon."

"No, people are all drunk and don't know the difference between gods and demons. What rules are there for right and wrong? It's all just a matter of different perspectives."

Lin Dong smiled enigmatically: "You seem quite detached, Daoist, but please don't let your demonic ways taint you."

"Amitabha Buddha, the world is full of suffering. Immortals do not save people. Those who kill always have their reasons for killing."

Qingxuan chanted a Taoist chant, a hint of sorrow on her face:

"I was in a hurry to find Mr. Lin a while ago because I had unintentionally consulted a fortune teller."

"Oh? I wonder if the divination indicates good or bad fortune?" Lin Dong asked, intrigued.

"The divination result is extremely ominous!"

Lin Dong didn't press further, but instead looked at the old Taoist priest calmly.

The quiet library suddenly felt somewhat oppressive.

As a traditional Chinese, Lin Dong has always held the principles of Feng Shui, Bagua, Yin Yang, and the Five Elements in awe.

This world may be materialistic, but it also contains things that are mysterious and profound.

"The divination indicates that once the feng shui arrangement of '97' is broken, a horrific bloody disaster will soon follow."

Qingxuan sighed softly:

"Unfortunately, I cannot determine the exact time when this disaster occurred, but I am certain that the location was in Indonesia."

"Also, what kind of man-made disaster was it?"

Lin Dong remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he deeply admired the old Taoist priest.

Lin Dong, being a reborn person, naturally knew what kind of man-made disaster would occur in the world after the 1997 Asian financial crisis.

With just one divination, the old Taoist Qingxuan predicted what would happen in the future.

Although it's not precise yet, it's already quite impressive.

The rich traditional culture of China, spanning thousands of years, is indeed not to be underestimated.

"Master Qingxuan, there is no need to worry. I know what this man-made disaster is."

Lin Dong sighed and said in a deep voice:

"Alas... human-caused disasters are far more terrible than natural disasters!"

"Mr. Lin, do you really know?" Qingxuan's hand trembled, and a few drops of tea spilled from the teacup she had just picked up.

“Of course, and I also know who the mastermind is,” Lin Dong said calmly.

"Mr. Lin, could you please enlighten me?"

Qingxuan put down her cup and grabbed Lin Dong's hand:

"You probably can't understand, but during this period, I had nightmares almost every day, and I couldn't sleep peacefully for a single night."

"To have seen through the secrets of heaven yet not know their origin, and to be powerless to change them—this feeling is unbearable."

Lin Dong patted the old Taoist's withered hand and gently withdrew his own.

He wasn't used to having a grown man hold his hand tightly.

"Cough cough..."

Lin Dong coughed lightly a few times to hide the embarrassment on his handsome face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin. I acted rashly in the heat of the moment. Please forgive me," Qingxuan apologized.

"It's alright, I understand." Lin Dong waved his hand.

"Mr. Lin, could you elaborate on what you just said?"

"Um, if I tell you, would that be considered revealing a secret?"

"May I ask, was Mr. Lin's identity determined by divination?"

"No, it's something I figured out by combining various intelligence reports," Lin Dong lied.

He certainly wouldn't say that he was a reborn person and that the future course of history had already happened in his previous life.

My own rebirth changed many people and things in this world.

However, major historical events will not be easily changed by his appearance...

“Since it wasn’t divined, it doesn’t count as revealing heavenly secrets,” Qingxuan said definitively.

"Alright, old Taoist, listen to me carefully. This matter is of great importance. You'd better not be too shocked after you hear it."

"No, I was able to make a rough estimate, so I was already mentally prepared."

"Okay, I'll start now."

"Mr. Lin, please go ahead."

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Lin Dong picked up his teacup, took a sip, and quickly sorted out his thoughts in his mind:

"Master Qingxuan, do you know what the economic consequences will be for Indonesia after the 1997 Asian financial crisis?"

“It must be terrible, but I can’t imagine it,” Qingxuan replied.

"It's terrible. Based on my big data analysis, the financial crisis will lead to a significant devaluation of the Indonesian currency."

"Countless businesses went bankrupt, people's incomes plummeted, and prices skyrocketed."

"Domestic GDP has shrunk significantly, with the decline estimated to exceed 13%."

"The poverty rate is soaring, and the number of people living in extreme poverty will reach an unprecedented 50 million. Countless people have lost their most basic income, have no food to eat, and society is in turmoil."

Qingxuan's wrinkled face turned pale and weak.

Lin Dong's few words seemed to instantly pull him back into the nightmares he experienced every night.

Terrifying, yet inescapable.

"Mr. Lin...you calculated all of this using big data? What is big data?"

"Um, well... big data is... you can think of it as a tool similar to a Bagua compass or a tortoise shell, but this tool is modern."

"Oh?! Thank you. May I ask one more question? Even if the feng shui trap is broken, will a financial crisis still occur?"

"Yes, breaking the feng shui trap will simply redirect the negative outcome to other aspects that are more beneficial to us."

"Then... Mr. Lin, if what you just described really happens in Indonesia, what kind of man-made disaster could occur?"

Qingxuan asked the question cautiously.

At this moment, he desperately wanted to know the answer, but he was also afraid to know the final truth.

Do you really want to know?

Lin Dong asked in a deep voice, his tone carrying a hint of inexplicable coldness.

Qingxuan nodded, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

"This man-made disaster has plunged Indonesia into complete chaos."

Lin Dong slowly said:

“Order has collapsed, there is burning, killing and looting everywhere, and tens of thousands of Chinese will be killed by rioters.”

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