Chapter 88 Shocking! The Great Emperor of Fengdu Makes an Exception for a Mortal Woman
If the ghost messenger's face had any color, then at this moment his face was completely bloodless.
"Yes...yes! I'll go right away! I'll make sure the Imperial Palace is spotless, leaving not a trace of filth!"
The ghost messengers practically tumbled and crawled out of the temple, terrified that if they were even a second too slow, they would be sent to be turned into pigs.
Feng Jin watched the ghost messenger flee in panic, then withdrew his gaze expressionlessly.
Shen Tu couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Your Majesty, why are you scaring him? He didn't drive him away; he left on his own."
Feng Jin gave him a cold glance, his voice chilling: "Are you bored? If you hadn't been so careless, how could Yang Yun have escaped?"
Shen Tu scratched his head and chuckled sheepishly, "I... I was busy working on the Netherworld Knowledge Network and forgot about it."
Feng Jin snorted coldly: "So, you let him sneak into the Reincarnation Well?"
Shen Tu's hand trembled, and the phone fell to the ground with a thud, the screen still lit—
A trending post appeared prominently on the homepage of the Underworld Forum: "Shocking! The Emperor of Fengdu Makes an Exception for a Mortal Woman, Like an Iron Tree Blossoming!"
Feng Jin: "......"
He slowly raised his hand, and a ghostly flame condensed in his palm: "It seems you also want to experience the animal realm."
Shen Tu's expression changed drastically: "Your Majesty, spare my life! I'll go and bring Yang Yun back right away!"
After saying that, he transformed into a red blur and disappeared in a flash, leaving his phone behind.
Feng Jin snorted coldly, his gaze falling on the phone on the ground.
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[Floor 1] Nameless Ghost Messenger: I can testify! The Emperor specifically instructed us to buy that girl some hot food from the mortal realm! I even took the opportunity to buy her a cheap cup of coffee from the human world!
[2nd Floor] Black Impermanence: Testimony +1, the people from the Divine Palace of Emperor Shen Tu even personally sent her to the gates of hell!
[3rd Floor] Bull Head: Is the iron tree of ten thousand years about to bloom?
[4th Floor] Horse Face: Blooming? How can an iron tree bloom? If we're talking about flowers, I've only ever seen the red spider lilies in the Boundless Sea.
[5th Floor] This is none of your business upstairs, go have fun.
"......"
With a flick of his finger, Feng Jin turned the phone to ashes in an instant.
His dark golden eyes gazed into the void outside the hall, a fleeting, complex emotion deep within them.
The next morning.
At the Xinghe Sky Bridge in the capital, that familiar figure reappeared after a long absence.
"Master Shen! It's Master Shen!"
"Oh my! It really is Master Shen! You're finally back!"
"Master, where have you been all this time? We've missed you so much!"
A crowd immediately swarmed around, chattering excitedly and almost overwhelming the small stall.
Surrounded by this sudden enthusiasm, Shen Yuepo's usually aloof face remained expressionless.
She only took a barely perceptible half-step back, creating a slightly more intimate distance.
An older woman squeezed to the front, speaking rapidly:
“Master! You don’t know how worried we were when you left! We wanted to ask you to tell us a date and whether it was auspicious or inauspicious, but we had nowhere to go.”
"They all had to go to Xujing Temple to find your senior brother! Goodness, the line there was incredibly long!"
A young white-collar worker next to him quickly chimed in, his tone tinged with excitement:
"Yes, Master, you don't know, the video of you doing fortune telling last time went viral online! So many people came here because of your reputation, but since they couldn't find you, they all flocked to Xujing Temple! The last time I went to offer incense, the line was...tsk tsk!"
“Yes, yes, yes! It’s because of that video online!” Another uncle nodded in agreement. “Master, the way you filmed that video, that aura… tsk tsk, it’s like a fairy descending to earth. Many people from other places come specifically to see it.”
Shen Yuepo's eyes flickered slightly.
I see.
Last night she was still wondering that even if everyone on the overpass rushed over, it shouldn't have kept Lin Yanxin so busy that she was jumping up and down and yelling.
It turns out that the internet fueled the flames.
She understood perfectly well, but her face remained calm.
She seemed indifferent to her online fame, as if it had nothing to do with her.
The crowd was still excitedly recounting the popularity of Xujing Temple and the difficulty of finding her, their voices clamorous.
Just then, Shen Yuepo's clear, cold voice rang out, not loud, but instantly drowning out all the whispers:
"Quiet."
The two simple words instantly silenced the surroundings.
All eyes were on her.
Shen Yuepo calmly swept his gaze over the crowd. "Same rules as before. Today, we will only perform three divinations."
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd fell silent for a moment, then erupted into an even greater commotion.
"Three divinations?! Master! Me! I was here first!"
"Master! Please tell me about my son's marriage prospects!"
"Master! My business..."
"Me! Master, look at me! My eyelids have been twitching for the past few days..."
The crowd, who were just exchanging pleasantries, instantly entered a fierce "number grabbing" mode.
They jostled and pushed forward, all wanting to be one of the lucky three.
Shen Yuepo frowned slightly, his voice cutting through the noise:
"Don't push. Draw lots to determine the order."
She bought dozens of slender, uncarved bamboo strips from a nearby stall selling bamboo handicrafts.
Marks were left at the ends of three of them.
She held dozens of bamboo strips in her hands.
"Those who draw the mark will be today's three divination clients." She gestured for everyone to draw.
This method is simple and direct.
The results were soon announced.
The first person to consult was a middle-aged man with a worried expression. He was asking about a business issue that had been troubling him for months.
The second divination came from a stylish young woman who asked whether her new boyfriend was her soulmate.
The third one was pulled away by a hand covered in fine lines.
The owner of the hand was a middle-aged woman in her fifties, dressed simply and even somewhat shabbily.
Her hair was gray, and her eyes were sunken.
She gripped the bamboo strip tightly, as if grasping at a lifeline, her voice choked with sobs:
"Master... Master, please help me find my son. He... he's been missing for almost a year, we can't find him anywhere, neither alive nor dead!"
By the end, she was sobbing uncontrollably, the pain she had suppressed for a year bursting forth at that moment.
The surrounding noise quieted down considerably, and everyone looked at her with pity.
Shen Yuepo's gaze lingered on her face for a moment before he spoke:
"Birth date and time (eight characters)".
The middle-aged woman hurriedly took out a crumpled piece of paper from a faded cloth bag she carried with her and carefully handed it to Shen Yuepo.
The date and time were clearly written on it in pen.
Shen Yuepo took the note, and with her other hand she made calculations with her fingers. A spiritual light flowed from her fingertips, and an invisible hexagram was rapidly being deduced.
A moment later—
"The hexagram is clear."
Her voice remained calm, "Your son... has reached the end of his life."
The woman was struck dumb; her body swayed violently, her face turned deathly pale, and her lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a sound.
She couldn't even utter the words "You're talking nonsense"...
However, Shen Yuepo's next words rekindled a glimmer of light in her eyes, which were on the verge of being extinguished.
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