Master Whispering sat on the cushion.
The young Taoist priest served tea to the two of them.
Tea mist rises up, and the whole room is filled with the fragrance of tea, which is refreshing.
The little Taoist priest went out.
When meeting guests, the door will not be closed, and outside the door there is a Bodhi tree.
Song Biao smiled at Master Qingyu and said, "Master Qingyu, it's only been three years since we last met. How did you become like this?"
Master Whispering seemed to have aged to eighty years.
Master Whispering coughed softly, "It's very easy for practitioners to go astray and become possessed. This shortens their lifespan and harms their cultivation, which manifests itself physically. This is a common occurrence."
Song Biao said "oh" and didn't care much.
He took out a piece of paper from his arms and said, "This is a person's birth date and eight characters. Master Qingyu, please help me look at her fate."
Master Whispering did not answer.
"My skills are almost completely ruined now, and it's hard for me to tell people's fortunes anymore."
"The remuneration is easy to discuss." Song Biao stared at Master Whispering, not at all surprised that he would say that.
Master Whispering coughed softly, "This is no longer something that can be compensated by rewards. Donations are just icing on the cake when one has experience, but for me, they're no longer useful."
Song Biao narrowed his eyes, as if observing whether he was making excuses or telling the truth.
"What a pity! This person is also a fortune teller, and he is still very young. In just three years, he has reached a level that has impressed the wealthy Shi family in Beijing. He is now the Shi family's exclusive fortune teller."
Song Biao's words were half true and half false, and he exaggerated them in order to arouse Master Whisper's curiosity.
As expected, the excitement in Master Whispering's eyes could not be concealed.
Now his Taoism and Lu Xing have been almost destroyed. Since there is such a powerful person, is there any other way to help him recover?
Master Whisper took the paper.
After looking at it for a while, he hissed.
"Hahaha, this guy has taken a wrong turn. He won't live long! I knew there was no way people like us could fix this! As expected, one wrong step leads to another!"
After Master Whispering finished reading the paper, his previous dejection and calmness completely disappeared, and he seemed to have entered a state of madness.
Song Biao frowned and looked at him. Although he didn't understand what he said, he grasped the key information.
Song Shanshan is about to die.
She is not talented, but has taken unconventional paths!
If that's the case, then there's no impact.
Song Biao lowered his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hiss, something's wrong!"
Master Whisper suddenly looked shocked.
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