Lin Xi looked at the thin bank card and her first reaction was to glance at the sky above.

The sun is shining brightly, there are no dark clouds, and we won't be struck by lightning.

When they first got their marriage certificate, she couldn't accept the black card that Fu Jingyao gave her, but she could accept the card that Jiang Ji gave her.

However, she still couldn't accept it.

Lin Xi stuffed the money back into Su Zikun's pocket. "I don't need the money. You take it back for him."

Su Zikun shook his head frantically, "No, no, this is my mission, Master, you must accept it."

During this period, he and Jiang Ji worked hard and took on many endorsements to save up this sum of money.

It may not be much, but it's the thought that counts.

Jiang Ji dared not show himself, but as a good friend, he naturally had to help deliver the gift.

Su Zikun took out the card and placed it in front of him, his expression extremely serious. "Master, I hope you will accept it, otherwise Jiang Ji will hide under the covers and cry secretly."

“I grew up with him and witnessed all the pain he went through. After that incident, Jiang Ji never celebrated his birthday again, Master…”

Lin Xi interrupted him, "Don't say anymore. I'll give it to you at my wedding next year. It's not appropriate now."

The best solution is to have the money given as a wedding gift at the wedding ceremony, and then return it to Jiang Ji when he gets married later.

Su Zikun was stunned for a moment, "A wedding?!"

They couldn't possibly attend the Fu family's wedding.

For Jiang Ji's sake, he was willing to risk getting a sore backside to be part of the atmosphere-building team.

Su Zikun agreed, "It's a promise, I'll definitely do it next time."

Lin Xi nodded, "Yes, definitely next time."

Su Zikun put away the card, nervously rubbing his hands together. "Master, may I go in and watch the show?"

"Whatever you want." Lin Xi hesitated for a moment, then asked softly, "How has he been lately?"

Su Zikun immediately put on his dramatic act, squeezing out two tears and slapping his thigh wildly, "Master, let me tell you, Jiang Ji only sleeps four hours a day, gets up earlier than the chickens, eats worse than the pigs, and his eyes are redder than a monkey's butt. He's about to die from overwork."

"I guarantee it's true, there's no exaggeration at all. He won't listen to what I say, why don't you say a few words to Jiang Ji?"

Su Zikun looked on expectantly, took out his phone and made a video call, "Master~~ Is it okay?"

Lin Xi pinched the bridge of her nose. "Just call him to the Divine Calculation Hall. I have something to say to him."

Su Zikun looked excited. "Okay, no problem, I'll bring him back right away."

"Tomorrow, I need to have my fortune told today."

Lin Xi stepped into the Divine Calculation Hall.

Su Zikun immediately followed, "I'll listen to the master's advice. Since we're already here, I'll listen to the gossip before I go back."

On the fifth floor in the distance, Jiang Ji held binoculars, glancing around every now and then, his brows furrowed.

"That Su Zikun, I asked him to deliver a gift, and he's all smiles, why isn't he coming back?"

"What are you going into the fortune-telling hall for? You're not allowed to go."

"My sister didn't even chase him away, huh!"

Jiang Ji felt a mixture of envy and jealousy.

Su Zikun could joke around in front of his sister, but he didn't even have the courage to go downstairs.

He used to be incredibly brave, cursing his older brother, arguing with his parents, digging up graves, and lighting peace lanterns.

Why are you so timid now?

Because I'm afraid of losing it again.

Jiang Ji sat on the ground and sighed, his eyes instantly reddening. "Sister, my sister, your second brother misses you so much..."

...

At the fortune-telling hall, elderly men and women sat in rows, waiting for their long-awaited fortune-telling.

I haven't heard any gossip in a long time, and I kind of miss it.

Lin Xi sat back in her chair. "Begin."

Qian Fugui bit the tip of his pen. “Master, you’ve rested for twenty-two days, so there are quite a few people seeking fortune-telling.”

Lin Xi: "Calculate as much as you can."

Qian Fugui shouted, "Everyone, hurry up! If you have something to say, say it; if not, step back."

"The first one, the second one... Hu Biao, that's a very imposing name."

A man with a full beard walked out, his voice strong and loud.

"Master, do you remember me?"

Lin Xi had a vague recollection of him, but not much: "Role-playing, He, the drama queen, Su Zikun's uncle."

Su Zikun squeaked, "Woof!"

Hu Biao looked in the direction of the voice, his eyes widening instantly. "Xiao Kun, what are you doing here?!"

Su Zikun pulled his mask tighter. "Brother Biao, why did you come to see the master?"

Some time ago, my uncle He Mohua was cursed with a love spell, and he asked a master to take a look.

Su Zikun frowned. "My uncle has fallen ill again?"

"No." He Mohua was also dressed in black, with only his tired eyes showing.

"This has nothing to do with you."

"Oh." Su Zikun returned to the group of elderly people and listened attentively.

I stumbled upon my own uncle while I was gossiping; I made the right choice coming this time.

Lin Xi looked the two of them over. "What's the matter?"

Hu Biao shook his head and sighed, his face full of worry.

He Mohua lowered his voice and got straight to the point, "Master, there's a problem with my family's ancestral grave."

Lin Xi remained unfazed. "The ancestral graves have feng shui problems. We'll charge you depending on the situation."

Humans possess two energies, Yin and Yang, which condense in the bones. When a person dies, their bones remain, and their energies continue to exist.

A house for the living governs one's entire life, while a burial site for the deceased governs five generations. If the location of the remains is not properly placed, it will affect the fortune of one's descendants.

A place that shelters from the wind, gathers energy, and receives water is the best location.

Lin Xi explained simply, "The fact that problems kept occurring meant that the burial location was incorrect, and the sudden occurrence of problems meant that someone was causing trouble."

He Mohua recalled carefully, "About half a month later, my father fell ill, my mother fell down, and my eldest brother was also injured..."

He was his father's youngest son, and he was willful and reckless from a young age. When he grew up, he insisted on entering the entertainment industry despite his family's objections.

Therefore, his father kicked him out of the house on the first day of the Lunar New Year and gave him a good scolding.

"Treason! They are all traitors!"

He Mohua rarely goes home, except for the annual ancestral worship ceremony.

This year, he secretly went to his ancestral graves to pay his respects, but heard strange noises, including crying, screaming, and the sound of fingernails scratching a board.

At first he thought he had misheard, but the sound grew louder and louder, as if the coffin lid was shaking.

Having experienced the Peach Blossom Curse, He Mohua believes in ghosts and even zombies.

This must be wrong. Could it be that the corpse of one of our ancestors has turned into a zombie?

He Mohua hurriedly ran off, intending to tell his father about the matter.

He had just stepped into the living room when he heard a violent coughing fit coming from inside. "Cough cough! What's wrong with me lately? This cough just won't go away, cough cough cough..."

"Me too, I twisted my ankle today and it hurts terribly."

"Could it be that there's something wrong with our ancestral graves? Are our ancestors trying to warn us?"

He Mohua went inside. “Dad, Mom’s words make some sense. Let’s invite a master to take a look.”

Upon hearing this, the old man forcefully threw the pillow away and roared angrily.

"You threatened to never set foot in the house again, so what are you doing back here?!"

"Get out, all of you get out!!"