Chapter 15: You've Still Called the Villain the Wrong Name for the Past Hundred Years
Qu Yun limped, looking down at his right foot in pain, and said nonchalantly, "It must be Miss Feng's master or the family before Miss Feng." With a hiss, Qu Yun said with a hint of envy, "Mr. Mi, I envy you very much."
Old Mi's face flushed at Qu Yun's words. He extended his hand and gave him a thumbs-up, then said modestly, "Master Qu, you're joking. What's there for an old man like me to envy? But you, your gestures and moves just now were truly extraordinary. I should be envious of Master Qu."
"That's not what I meant."
Qu Yun smiled and shook his head, hinting at something else: "I envy Miss Feng for always saying that she and you are destined to be together. Mr. Mi, you may not realize it now, but as someone who has been through it, I can tell you that you have found a treasure."
"Found a treasure?"
Old Mitou looked at the car parked not far ahead with a look of confusion: "She's so disrespectful, it's a good thing she didn't torture me to death."
He had only known the girl for less than a day when she had already given him the ability to see ghosts and gossip without his permission.
He didn't see any ghosts, but he saw a ghost king.
Although I didn't lose my life here, I was almost scared to death.
She kept saying that they were destined to be together. He wasn't overthinking it, but judging from the girl's enthusiasm today, if they were really together, she might take this old bone of his to heaven and hell in the future.
He felt terrified when he thought of a row of wronged souls and evil spirits standing in front of him to collect debts!
Qu Yun turned his head and saw that Lao Mi's face was turning pale and blue.
He smiled gently and lowered his voice, "Although Miss Feng didn't make a move tonight, it's not hard to see that she's very advanced in Taoism and very thoughtful. Mr. Mi, although you claim to be a half-immortal and a fortune teller, I, Qu Yun, as a Taoist disciple, can tell that you're a half-witted person."
Qu Yun paused.
Old Mitou looked embarrassed.
“I, I…”
He became clumsy with his words.
Qu Yun didn't embarrass him or mock him, and continued, "A person shouldn't be unsuccessful, and certainly not live in mediocrity. Mr. Mi, although you're a half-baked one, you're still a fortune teller after all. A true fortune teller's single divination can reveal a thousand secrets! But at the same time, their single divination can predict everything in the world! From trivial matters to the grandest things like predicting the fate of nations! Only fortune tellers at that time can be truly considered half-immortals. Mr. Mi, it's not too late for you to start now. I believe that as long as Miss Feng is here, maybe one day, Mr. Mi, you'll become a rare and top-notch fortune teller!"
Qu Yun kept thinking about the person his master had told him about.
Although his master didn't tell him much, he felt that Feng Zhibai must have many similarities with that person.
But that person's era has passed, and now the person standing next to him is Feng Zhibai.
No matter what, he must seize this opportunity to bring honor to his family!
Hold on tight and work hard to reach the second page of the Taoist book of Nanshan Taoist Temple as soon as possible!
Maybe Qu Yun’s words stimulated Lao Mitou, and his hand trembled.
His pupils contracted, but his cloudy eyes became clear at this moment.
As Qu Yun said, he was a half-baked fortune teller.
A few years ago, by chance, I met a fortune teller who set up a stall on the overpass. By chance, I followed him and learned for a period of time.
I thought I would achieve some success on this trip, but things did not go as I wished. Not long after, the fortune teller disappeared.
He would go to the overpass and wait every day, but year after year he never saw that man again.
It was also from the third year that he began to imitate that gentleman and set up a fortune-telling stall under the overpass.
Unfortunately, the urban management was very strict, so he soon moved to Qingcheng Park.
Because he was very capable and had good luck, he always got the fortunes right by accident, which is how he gradually got the title of Mi Banxian.
But in fact, only he himself knows whether it is accurate or not, and whether his calculations are good or not.
Hearing Qu Yun say this, Lao Mi's heart, which had been floating in the dust for many years, began to slowly calm down.
A fortune teller can overcome all difficulties with just one divination, and can help you turn back from the wrong path and overcome all difficulties!
He shouldn't be just a half-baked fortune teller who relies on accidental fortune telling!
The two of them were almost in front of the car. Qu Yun turned to look at him and saw that Old Mi's eyes gradually became firmer and his words were relaxed: "I believe that Mr. Mi can weigh the pros and cons and understand the seriousness and urgency of the matter. There are some things I won't say more, Mr. Mi, you can experience it yourself."
Letting go of his hand, Qu Yun walked to the car window and knocked on it.
Old Mi turned around and looked towards the entrance of Qingshantou, as if he had made some important decision. He took a deep breath and then said to Qu Yun, "Thank you, Master Qu, for your guidance. You take care of the wound first. I'll go to the entrance and wait for Feng Ya."
After saying that, before Qu Yun could say anything, Lao Mi Tou ran towards the entrance.
He was going to wait for Feng Zhibai to come out.
And at this moment, at the Qingshantou construction site.
Feng Zhibai was holding a handkerchief in his hand and wiping away his tears pitifully, which had not even shed.
Her delicate shoulders trembled, making her look even more pitiful. "Wow, He Chong, it's been a hundred years since we last met in Yunyang. Why are you in such a state, causing chaos here?"
Standing in front of Feng Zhibai was the Ghost King who had just crawled out of the pit.
He knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to Feng Zhibai before looking up at her with his battered face and saying, "Prophet, how could you still call me by my wrong name after a hundred years? My name is He Zhong."
The handkerchief in his hand froze for a moment, and Feng Zhibai's mouth twitched twice: "So, He Chong, why are you causing trouble here?"
He Zhong: “…”
He Zhong lowered his head, and a few pieces of bone fell from his shattered skull. His tone became even more terrifying: "I died unjustly and unjustly! I am unwilling to be unable to reincarnate!"
Feng Zhibai was fiddling with his handkerchief, and his expression became serious when he heard what He Zhong said.
"I vaguely remember you setting lofty ambitions before me a hundred years ago, saying you would never return home alone if you failed the imperial examinations. How did you end up like this now? Yunyang County in Bazhou is your hometown, but Qinghai City belongs to China. The two are thousands of miles apart. Why are you here as a ghost king?"
Hearing Feng Zhibai's questioning, He Zhong's ghost eyes flashed, and suddenly a strong evil aura rose from his body, causing the night sky to begin to surge with clouds.
"roar--"
The ghostly roars reappeared in the air.
Feng Zhibai looked up and around, sensing He Zhong's anger, and swung the handkerchief in his hand: "He Zhong!"
He Zhong's words instantly quieted the surroundings.
Feng Zhibai glanced at him.
She remembered that although He Zhong, whom she met a hundred years ago, was a scholar, he was kind and strong-willed, and not the kind of person who would cause trouble.
He Zhong was frightened by Feng Zhibai's roar. He immediately crouched before Feng Zhibai, "Prophet, I don't know why you are still alive after a hundred years, but I know you must be a god. Please help me!"
"Get up and answer."
Waving his hand, Feng Zhibai made a gesture to stand up.
He Zhong put down his hand, gritted his teeth and didn't get up.
After nearly ten seconds, Feng Zhibai saw that He Zhong's pair of ghostly white eyes were shedding two lines of blood and tears!
When a person dies and becomes a ghost, his tears dry up, his breath is gone, and his soul leaves him. He has no more tears.
Only evil ghosts and fierce spirits with resentment to a certain extent will shed tears of blood.
These blood and tears represent the evil spirit’s injustice and unwillingness.
It seems that the story behind He Zhongzang must be extremely unfair.
As a result, his resentment and evil spirit have lingered for over a hundred years.
He kowtowed again, then stood up and began to recount his story in a sorrowful tone: "I was homeless that year, but fortunately, the prophet saved my life. Later, the prophet gave me money and sent me to Beijing to take the imperial examination. I was extremely grateful. However, my knowledge was not deep enough, so I failed the exam and didn't get the top spot. I felt guilty and couldn't speak to the prophet. I could only live in Beijing on the money I earned from selling calligraphy and paintings. Fortunately, God appreciated my ability, and I earned a little money. I was also blessed to meet the love of my life."
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