Chapter 203 Let's calculate how many piglets my old sow, who just had sex with me, will have in this litter.
Shen Yuepo didn't really intend to sell them; she just needed to expose Lin Yanxin's treasures to the pilgrims.
Given the importance of those items to Lin Yanxin, and the unpredictability of the worshippers...
Just imagining his precious child being watched and touched by countless strangers was enough to make Lin Yanxin restless and unable to eat or sleep.
He absolutely could not tolerate it.
"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" Zhang Qingyuan was once again impressed by Shen Yuepo's wisdom. "I'll get on it right away, and I guarantee I'll do it perfectly!"
He immediately went to find tools to pick the lock with great enthusiasm.
Just then, Shen Yuepo's phone vibrated.
It was a text message: "Little Moon, your senior brother is going out for a walk to clear his head. I'm leaving the Taoist temple in your care. Don't worry about me!"
—From your most reliable senior brother, Lin Yanxin
As Shen Yuepo read the text message, the smile on her lips deepened.
Meanwhile, dozens of kilometers away in a deep mountain forest, Lin Yanxin, who was humming a tune and thought she had successfully escaped Meng Guichen's clutches, suddenly sneezed three times in a row without warning.
Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!
He rubbed his nose, looked at the clear sky with a puzzled expression, and muttered, "Strange, who's cursing me?... Never mind, it feels so good to be free!"
After saying that, he continued humming an off-key tune and walked into the more remote mountains.
Before long, Zhang Qingyuan brought out Lin Yanxin's treasures and posted a notice.
Shen Yuepo nodded in satisfaction, took a picture and sent it to Lin Yanxin, then opened the gate of Xujing Temple.
At first, there were only a dozen or so tourists.
Later, someone spread the news that Shen Yuepo had returned to the temple.
Around noon, the flow of people reached its peak, and the front hall was packed with people.
Zhang Qingyuan was so busy that he barely had time to breathe, having to interpret the divination slips and maintain order, and he was sweating profusely from the stress.
Looking at Zhang Qingyuan's nearly exhausted state, Shen Yuepo sighed helplessly.
She got up and set up another small table next to the table where Zhang Qingyuan was interpreting the divination slips, placing a sign that read "Quiet Resolve".
She originally just wanted to help Zhang Qingyuan alleviate some of the pressure from the large influx of people.
However, as soon as she sat down, the crowd swarmed around her like bees smelling a flower, instantly surrounding her small table completely.
That speed made Shen Yuepo raise an eyebrow slightly.
It was only then that she vaguely understood why Lin Yanxin had gone crazy before.
The first person to squeeze in front of Shen Yuepo was a boisterous middle-aged woman.
She placed her hands on the table, leaned forward, her face filled with eager anticipation, and spoke in a loud voice:
"Oh, Master Shen! I'm so glad to finally meet you! I've seen the videos of you telling fortunes on the overpass! Quick, please tell my fortune!"
Shen Yuepo remained calm: "What's the matter?"
The aunt slapped her thigh: "Let's see how many piglets my old sow that just had breeding will have in this litter? Will they be mostly black or white? Will she have a few males? Males can fetch a good price!"
Shen Yuepo: "..."
Even with her extensive experience, she was taken aback by the scope of this business.
She couldn't help but wonder if the sign in front of her was a guide to answering questions or a sign for a veterinarian.
Looking into the woman's eager eyes, she paused for two seconds, then spoke calmly and naturally:
"The way of Heaven is constant, and all things have a spirit. Whether a species is born in large or small numbers, black or white, male or female, all have their own destiny and opportunities. You cannot force it; it is best to go with the flow."
The aunt seemed stunned by the answer. Although she was a little disappointed not to get a specific number, she was intimidated by Shen Yuepo's unfathomable attitude.
She muttered to herself, "Yes, yes, the master is right, let nature take its course..."
Then, seemingly lost in thought, he was pushed aside by the people behind him.
The next person to push forward was a middle-aged man with a worried expression, rubbing his hands together.
"Master, please enlighten me! My son is taking the college entrance exam this year! But lately he seems distracted; I think he's seeing someone at school!"
"Master, could you draw a Taoist talisman to help him purify his mind and focus on his studies? Or... could you take a look at his birth chart to see if he's facing a peach blossom affliction this year?"
Shen Yuepo didn't even lift his eyelids, lightly tapping the table with his fingertip:
"It is only natural for a young person to admire another."
"Talismans and external forces are ultimately unorthodox methods. Without a firm will, talismans are useless."
"Instead of seeking talismans to ward off unwanted romantic advances, it's better to communicate honestly with him, guide his emotions, help him distinguish between priorities, and encourage self-control and self-discipline. This is the right way, far superior to talismans."
The implication is: feudal superstition is unacceptable.
The middle-aged man was stunned by what was said, seemingly finding it very reasonable, yet also wondering why this master was not playing by the rules.
I was pushed aside in a daze.
Immediately afterwards, a stylishly dressed young girl squeezed in.
She held up her phone, the screen displaying a full Wi-Fi signal, and asked anxiously:
"Master! Master! Please help me! My Wi-Fi signal is full, but I still experience lag and stuttering when playing games!"
"Is there something unclean interfering with the magnetic field? Could you perform a ritual to purify it? Or draw a signal-enhancing talisman?"
Shen Yuepo: "..."
This time, even Feng Jin, who had just stepped into the hall to watch the play, couldn't help but glance at him, a barely perceptible smile appearing on his lips.
Shen Yuepo took a deep breath, maintaining his last shred of professionalism, pointed at the girl's phone, and said in a still cold voice:
"Magnetic field unimpeded, signal at full strength."
"The source of the lag may be server congestion, outdated terminals, or insufficient bandwidth."
"We suggest restarting the router, checking your data plan, or replacing the device."
“Performing rituals and drawing talismans... are ineffective.”
The girl exclaimed "Huh?", clearly dissatisfied with the overly scientific and pragmatic answer, muttering, "Isn't Master Shen supposed to be very effective...?"
Then he walked away dejectedly.
Shen Yuepo rubbed his temples and suddenly understood Lin Yanxin.
Just then, a small commotion arose at the entrance of the palace.
"Make way! Make way for me!"
A captivating figure, exuding an oppressive aura, pushed through the crowd like a queen and stormed in.
She immediately spotted Zhang Qingyuan, who was giving guidance to worshippers next to the table where Shen Yuepo was sitting.
Her eyebrows furrowed, and she rushed over in her high heels.
He shoved Zhang Qingyuan away after he finished answering a question from a woman who asked, "Can I curse my husband if he cheats on me?"
"Zhang Qingyuan! Where is that bastard Lin Yanxin? Where is she hiding?!" Meng Guichen's voice echoed throughout the front hall.
Zhang Qingyuan was intimidated by her imposing manner and stammered, "Lord Meng... I didn't know..."
"You don't know?!" Meng Guichen's beautiful eyes widened, clearly disbelieving.
She looked around, her gaze sweeping over the worshippers who were intimidated by her imposing presence.
Finally, her voice fell on Shen Yuepo, slightly toned down but still tinged with anger, "Emperor, have you seen Lin Yanxin? I can't find him!"
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