1425, orphaned and impoverished

rld to be peaceful, four wishes for prosperity and abundance.Five aspirations for my family's peace, and six aspirations for calamities to be dispelled;May the elders enjoy longevity and blessings, an...If Master He is a follower of Princess Siman, he should know that we had a major conflict with his master just recently.

Princess Sima's head was seized by Bai Wu Chang, but her body was still scattered as ghostly energy, drifting off to who knows where.

Although she is the Demon King of the Demon Realm, her form is unique. She is a soul, and to conduct business in the human world, she needs someone to do the work for her.

He had run away before, and we didn't have the capability to launch a widespread search for him.

Song Wei's mother was a veteran employee here, and some nurses were also quite familiar with Song Wei. She quickly inquired about the patient's information from them.

This Master He Dao is almost fifty, nearing sixty years old. I remember him not being this old. It's true that one can't judge a cultivator by their appearance.

A Taoist priest in his fifties, having practiced for decades, how could he end up in the hospital Even practitioners of Taoism understand how to take care of their bodies.

Song Wei handed me a cheat sheet and said, "This old geezer might be getting on in years. He seems to have been hit by a carriage in the countryside, fracturing something... He's currently recuperating, you know, nursing his injuries. It'll take him some time to recover, so he can't just run off. What do you need to ask him Should I try to get some information from him"

"First, you need to talk to him and see if he's really a sorcerer from the Fengyang lineage. I'll peek through the door while you do that, keep an eye on your phone. If it's the heretic sorcerer we know, I'll let you know."

Song Wei made an OK gesture, pushed the door open and acted like a cute newbie, politely asking which one was Master He.

I peeked through the door. Jiang Qiyun stood behind me, acting as if he didn't care. I looked in through the glass on the door, but it was obscured by the curtains, and I couldn't see the person inside. I could only see Song Wei politely nodding and speaking, then pulling up a stool and sitting at the foot of the bed.

"If you want to see, go in. What are you doing standing here" Jiang Qiyun said, frowning.

"If we go in, we'll be found! What if we run"

"He isn't injured, where could he have run to At the very least, I can shield you with a barrier." Jiang Qiyun said.

With him around, things are definitely much easier for me. I rubbed my hands together and twisted open the door, slipping behind the bed curtain.

Song Wei saw me, but she didn't make a sound and continued to flatter Master He: "My mom is a nurse here, she said you are very effective. I haven't been getting along well with my boyfriend recently, originally—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Master He on the sickbed spoke in a low voice, "We were already discussing marriage, now it seems the wedding is off..."

Song Wei was taken aback and looked up at Master He.

Master He's tone was a bit esoteric. He spoke with a sincere attitude: "Actually, little girl, when you told me your name, I already knew... Your mother had mentioned your name to me. I didn't expect you to come see me so soon..."

Song Wei secretly rolled her eyes. Her mother must be very worried about her marriage, probably telling this "master" a whole bunch of housework all the time.

I motioned for Song Wei to quickly interrogate them.

"Ah...that...right...I saw my mom bring home some paper talismans. I didn't know what they were before, so I looked them up online. They're called Fengyang Talismans. Are you an immortal from the Fengyang School" Song Wei's expression was very innocent, and her acting was very good.

The old man in the curtain sneered, "Search online Little girl, young people shouldn't lie... Those superficial things on the internet are mostly peddled by those who only know half a bottle of vinegar. True scholars wouldn't flaunt their own mountain gates and spells everywhere. You... must have had someone knowledgeable take a look at it, right"

Song Wei saw that she couldn't hide it anymore, and immediately sat upright with a frank expression: "Well, to be honest, Master, I'm just an ordinary person. When I suddenly saw so many talisman papers in my house, I was a little scared, thinking there was something supernatural going on, so I asked my mother. My mother didn't know much about these things either. I inquired around and even went to some 'masters' for advice, but they only said it seemed like Fengyang talismans, but they weren't sure."

She paused for a moment and said, "I have a request of you, so I couldn't help but probe a little about your background. Please forgive me, old immortal."

"Haha." The old man chuckled twice. "Acknowledging one's mistakes means there's still hope."

"Huh Help" Song Wei was taken aback.

The old man inside the curtain smiled and said, "That's right... I look at your complexion, although you seem energetic, but in fact, your essence, qi, and spirit have signs of decline. Although you look like a fortunate person, you won't be worry-free your whole life. Right now, your fortune is declining, and I'm afraid you will encounter some hardships."

Song Wei was probably hearing such a verdict for the first time, and she was slightly stunned.

I looked at Jiang Qiyun, and he gave me a cold look, letting me figure it out myself.

——Well, the Emperor is quite disdainful of these sorcerers who dare to pronounce the fates of mortals.

The Southern Dipper gives birth to life, the Northern Dipper marks death. Yin and yang rotate, all within the register of life and death.

But celestial deities wouldn't, nor would they have the leisure to look into the life of a mortal. In their eyes, birth and death, as well as hardship, are all part of cultivation. Whether one is walking cautiously or weighed down by karmic obstacles, it has little to do with them.

Jiang Qiyun's eyes immediately held a hint of disdain, as if to say that even this kind of charlatan's words would make him doubt

That definitely can't be true.

I believe that there are truly great monks and esoteric masters who can see these profound and mysterious things, but they would never just speak them casually.

Some things are just "fate," knowing or changing them will both harm oneself.

Only swindlers in the rivers and lakes would sit on a small stool in the park, giving people fortune-telling readings or palmistry. They spout nonsense with bravado—because they don’t know what destiny truly is anyway.

It's just following people's desires, making a meager living.

Inside the curtain, the old man continued, "Little girl, your troubles stem from the people around you. Be careful of those close to you, especially those who behave strangely and have personalities different from ordinary people... During my time recovering here, Madam [his foster mother] took good care of me. I wanted to give you a talisman for clarity, but the hospital nurses wouldn't help me buy ritual paper and brushes. Ugh, they say the hospital doesn't allow superstitious practices..."

"Pff... I almost couldn't hold it in."

Song Wei's lips twitched. No wonder all the talisman papers in her house were photocopied; they probably came from this "immortal master's" secret scrolls, copied in an office.

"Well, then what do you suggest I do to ward off evil and invite good fortune I can't just avoid people altogether, can I I still need to interact with others for work." Song Wei asked.

The old man stretched out two fingers and pointed at the scenery like he was pointing at the mountains and rivers: “Alright, alright, this old man is almost healed. Before I leave, I'll do a good deed and point you in the right direction, but I can't just let this revealing of heaven's secrets go unpunished...”

Song Wei suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and gave a dry laugh. "I've just started working, so my savings aren't much... Of course, I also understand that I shouldn't take people's kindness for granted. How about 30,000

"

Thirty thousand Thirty thousand would be enough for me to go to the Ghost Market in Yinshan and buy you a talisman to ward off evil, and I wouldn't have to worry about it being fake Western-style goods from some charlatan.

The old man smiled contentedly and said in a low voice, “Hold out your hand.”

I thought the old man was just a swindler trying to take advantage, and when I saw Song Wei reach out, I was about to stop him with my eyes.

Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine. The cold air seemed to descend from the heavens like ice, filling the room with an icy grip.

I was Jiang Qiyun, and immediately turned back to look at him. But I saw him raise a finger and press it against my lips.

"Psst... look..." His gaze turned to inside the curtain.

Though ordinary people might not see them, I saw several hazy apparitions hovering straight above the hospital bed —n as it landed. This must have been some kind of magic.""Long Xiaoge, you're on the roof again" I looked at him helplessly."That's not important. What matters is that your home was invaded by magic, a...