Chapter 57: I won't tell you your fortune.
Upon hearing this, Aunt Chen sighed, "Yes, we were all terrified the day that child died."
“Don’t be afraid. He has no intention of harming anyone. He’s just trapped by the well and can’t leave. I’ll go there tonight and have him perform a ritual to help the baby be reincarnated,” Jingwu said as he cast a golden light into the baby’s body to dispel the yin energy.
Hearing this, Aunt Chen sighed softly, "That's wonderful. That child is truly pitiful. His mother died right after he was born, and his father remarried. This stepmother already disliked him, and after she gave birth to her own son, she disliked him even more. She made him do all the dirty and hard work, and beat him if he didn't do it well."
“That’s right. He didn’t even have a decent cotton coat in the winter. He was made to chop firewood in the yard in those thin clothes.” Zhu Hong said with a disdainful look while shaking the child. “His father was the same. His own son died, but he didn’t dare to say a word in front of his wife. He just wrapped him in a straw mat and threw him out to the suburbs.”
Upon hearing this, the onlookers at a distance immediately became indignant and began whispering amongst themselves.
Hearing this, Jingwu felt a pang of sadness. The boy had died unjustly and hadn't received a proper burial; it was truly remarkable that he hadn't become a vengeful ghost.
Fortunately, he has suffered greatly in this life, so he will surely be reborn into a better family in the next.
She didn't voice what was on her mind, but simply looked up at them and said, "Go home and wait for me. I'll come over tonight."
Aunt Chen immediately smiled and nodded, then led her daughter-in-law back to her stall.
A moment later, a man sat down in front of Jingwu.
His face was anxious, and with trembling hands he took out ten coins and placed them on the table along with a piece of paper with his birth date and time written on it.
"Master, please help me find out where my brother is?"
The man's name is He Shun. He is in his thirties. His parents died early, leaving behind only his ten-year-old brother to depend on each other.
Although he is now married and has children, his younger brother is still his blood relative. He was extremely anxious when his brother went missing for three or four days and searched everywhere but could not find him.
He Shun had heard that there was a particularly effective master on South Street, but he had come several times without seeing her set up her stall.
He came here today just to try his luck, but he actually got lucky.
"Master, my brother went to work a few days ago and hasn't come back yet. Can you tell me where he is now, and whether... whether he is still alive?"
As He Shun spoke, her eyes reddened as she looked at the person in front of her, desperately wanting to know news about her brother from her.
Jingwu had finished calculating the eight characters of her birth chart. Her expression was indescribable. She opened her mouth, but hesitated to speak.
"You don't need to look for him anymore. He's still alive, and... he's doing very well."
"Huh?" He Shun was stunned for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that he's still alive."
After a while, it dawned on him: if his younger brother was still alive, why wasn't he home? But if he was living a good life, had he made a fortune? Did he no longer want to acknowledge him as his older brother?
He Shun hesitated for a moment before asking, "Master, since my brother is still alive, why doesn't he go home?"
Jing Wu cleared his throat, looked at the person in front of him, and said truthfully, "Your younger brother was kidnapped by bandits that day and was taken in by two mountain kings. Just yesterday, the three of them got married. Right now, they should be enjoying their sweet moments together."
Upon hearing this, He Shun was struck dumb, his face turning deathly pale: "Mountain kings? Two of them?"
Oh no, my younger brother has been violated by a man.
Although he was quite handsome, he really didn't expect to be noticed by a man!
Seeing the change in his expression, Jingwu guessed what he was thinking, coughed lightly, and explained, "Those two mountain bandits are women, sisters. They both took a liking to your brother's face, so they conspired to kidnap him and bring him back to the mountain stronghold to marry him. But your brother seems to be enjoying it. Last night, on their wedding night, well, the three of them had quite a good time."
He Shun was stunned by the news in those words. He stared blankly, unable to process it for a long time.
Now, he truly didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He Shun lowered his head, struggled for a while, and then sighed heavily: "It's good that he's alive, Master. Can my brother come back?"
Jingwu nodded: "Those two sisters like him quite a bit. I think it won't be long before the three of them come back together."
Hearing this, He Shun's lips twitched violently. What kind of situation was this?
He sat there for a while before getting up to express his gratitude: "Thank you, Master."
After saying that, he got up and left.
Jingwu rubbed his temples as he watched his retreating figure, trying to calm himself down.
Aunt Chen, who was selling vegetables nearby, listened with great interest and occasionally discussed it with her daughter-in-law.
A moment later, a man dressed in white mourning clothes walked over, plopped down on the stool, and slapped ten coins on the table.
"Master, please help me calculate an auspicious day for my burial. My mother couldn't eat for the past few days and passed away last night. We are currently holding her funeral, and I haven't been able to decide on an auspicious day for her burial, so I came here specifically to ask you to calculate one."
Jingwu looked up at the person in front of him, and her expression turned cold at the first glance.
She pushed the money back and said coldly, "I won't tell your fortune."
"Why?" The man jumped up, then realized there were many people around, and sat down again. "Aren't you supposed to be a very accurate fortune teller? I just wanted you to help me choose an auspicious day, why can't you?"
"It's not that I can't find an auspicious day, it's that I don't want to consult your divination."
Jingwu looked at him coldly and indifferently.
"Why?" the man said, frowning in dissatisfaction. "Didn't you say you'd settle it if I paid? I gave you ten coins, why won't you help me calculate it?"
Jingwu glanced at his face and said with a half-smile, "Those who have committed heinous crimes do not count."
"Who's committed such a heinous crime? You haven't even started the fortune telling yet, how do you know it's such a heinous crime?" The man stood up abruptly, ignoring the others present, and pointed at her nose, cursing, "I think you're just a charlatan. If you can't tell the divination, just say you can't, and don't try to shift the blame onto me!"
Jing Wu scoffed, crossed his arms, and looked at him coldly.
“Your name is Tang Ting, you are forty years old, and you have a wife and two children. You lost your father when you were young, and your mother raised you by doing embroidery. Two months ago, your mother suddenly became paralyzed and bedridden, unable to take care of herself. You and your wife disliked your mother for being incontinent, so you starved her to death in bed.”
Jingwu watched his face turn paler and paler, his tone growing colder: "Starving your mother, who gave you life and raised you, to death, isn't that a heinous crime?"
Tang Ting gripped the hem of his clothes tightly with both hands, his face turning deathly pale, but he still stubbornly insisted, "You're talking nonsense!"
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