Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 286 - 281: Willow Fairy_2

Chapter 286: Chapter 281: Willow Fairy_2

"How could you tell that my dad died early?"

"This is another secret ... Well, this one is simple. You see, the year column overcomes the heaven, the indirect wealth is weak, and there are hidden penalties..."

In just a few minutes, the old man had made two hundred and was grinning ear to ear as he flaunted his fortune-telling skills. It was useless to learn since preaching from the book was just courting disaster.

Qin Guanglin nodded thoughtfully, seemingly understanding, but actually, he hadn’t understood a single word.

However, not understanding was one thing, but the convincing manner in which it was explained made him 80 percent believing. He couldn’t fathom how someone could fabricate so many details.

"Got it?" the old man flicked a finger on two red banknotes and chuckled, "What else do you want to know?"

"Can your fortune-telling predict how many moles someone has or where they have been scratched?" Qin Guanglin asked.

"Impossible!"

"Then, can it predict which year, month, day, and hour someone’s family will be affected by a gas leak?"

"Even less possible!" The old man rolled his eyes. "If you talk about which year a disaster might occur, I can predict that, and with some effort, narrow it down to spring, summer, autumn, or winter.

As for the specific month or day, let alone the hour—getting that precise would require an immortal—not joking, if there was such a living god, I’d kowtow to them. The serious kind."

"Really impossible?" Qin Guanglin looked at him skeptically, "Or is it that your skills just aren’t there?"

"..."

The old man then got upset, "You find one, prove it to me, and not only will I kowtow, but I’ll also return your money tenfold."

"Do I look like I’m joking?"

Qin Guanglin pointed at his own face and gestured to the money in his hands, "Do you think I paid two hundred yuan just to mess around?— I’ve seen someone predict the scar on my ankle..."

He rolled up his pant leg to show the old man, "And a mole on my thigh... I can’t show you that, and someone else’s family having an accident in the middle of the night, knowing it from thousands of miles away while asleep—I’ve seen all this with my own eyes."

The old man, staring at the money in his hands, fell deep into thought, then shook his head vigorously after a long while, "Impossible, I’d bet my head on it, you can kowtow to your heart’s content..." He paused, then looked up at Qin Guanglin, "That person... did they say they predicted it?"

"Yes."

"...If there’s really someone like you describe, then..." The old man stroked his chin, thinking hard until only one explanation made sense, "Have you heard of The Five Immortals?"

"Huh? What’s that?"

"Fox Fairy, Yellow Fairy, White Fairy, Willow Fairy, Gray Fairy—you’ve encountered an immortal."

Qin Guanglin looked at him, sure of his assertion, scooted forward, and pulled out another hundred, "Explain? Isn’t this still fortune-telling, or could there really be immortals?"

"Che... This isn’t the same as fortune-telling." The old man happily pocketed the money, looked up at the sky, and glanced around to see there weren’t many tourists. He straightened his posture and pointed at his stall, "What I do is based on numerology, adhering to the Five Elements and their cycles, strictly speaking, it’s a science... don’t laugh, this is science, based on solid reasoning, not too precise, just a general idea. But that immortal is different..."

The old man smirked, "They deal with the mysterious, nothing required, just one look and they know almost everything... there’re many like that in the Northeast—"

"Hey, hey, I don’t want to know about that, I just want to know what this immortal—thing is?"

"Don’t ever say what you just did in front of that fortune-teller... you’ll be in trouble if they get angry—" the old man warned quietly, then continued, "The Five Immortals are the fox, weasel, hedgehog, snake, and rat... ’immortal’ is just a nice term, they attach to a person and have this kind of spirit communication... It’s very mysterious, I’ve never encountered it, better to just steer clear of them."

"Wait, did you say, ’snake’?" Qin Guanglin stroked his chin, thoughtful.

"Yes, that’s the Willow Fairy." The old man nodded.

After a brief silence, Qin Guanglin snapped back to reality, "That immortal... does she get sick and take medicine? Sleeping pills?"

"?"

The old man looked confused.

"Like, does she cry?"

"?"

The old man remained puzzled.

"Ah... never mind, hold on..." Qin Guanglin stood up and sat back down, "Does this thing stop working once it leaves its place?"

"Um... there is such a saying." The old man, seeing that Qin finally asked a serious question and considering the money involved, seriously responded, "It’s usually at one’s own home. If it goes too far away, it can’t continue to lend..."

"Oh～"

Qin Guanglin blinked and straightened up, feeling like he was onto the truth.

He licked his lips and looked at the old man, "Well, is there anything else you want to say?"

"?"

The old man continued to be confused, "No, meant to ask if you still have any questions? It’s my stall here, you’ve got to ask."

"Oh, not for now."

Qin Guanglin thought there wasn’t much else to ask and simply got up, ready to leave, but then he saw the old man looking at the paper in his hand and saying, "Hold on, I do have something to say, considering the few hundred RMB you gave."

"Oh?"

"In ten years, you better be careful, there’s a disaster waiting for you."

Qin Guanglin froze at the news and sat back down, "What disaster?"

"How should I know? It’s a clash of heaven and earth for sure, definitely a big deal. Just be careful, and it’s best to avoid going on long journeys, taking high-speed trains or planes... Avoid them if you can."

"Isn’t this just fooling me? You know I’m going to have trouble but won’t say what it is." Qin Guanglin was displeased, "What exactly is it?"

"I told you, I value science here; can’t see that precisely... Maybe you ask the immortal you know, perhaps it knows." The old man stroked his chin and suggested, "I can only see that trouble will find you. Hard to say, maybe an illness or surgery, or maybe falling down and getting a head injury...

Hey, hey, don’t glare at me; I’m just like a doctor. I’ve got to tell you the truth about your condition; hiding it wouldn’t do any good, right? If you don’t want to hear it, forget about it."

He thought the young man looked nice enough to give him a heads-up, should have known better than to worry needlessly.

He pursed his lips and tore the paper, throwing it into a nearby box, "Have a safe trip."

"Fine, when I ask the immortal I’ll know if you’re right."

Qin Guanglin stuffed his hands in his pockets and stood up, ready to go back. He turned his head towards the temple gate, hesitated for a moment, then walked up the mountain.

...

Under the wishing tree.

Maybe it was because it was near the end of the year; there were even more people making wishes than the last time Qin Guanglin had come.

The wishing plaques were densely packed and covered the tree. He flipped through dozens of plaques, following his memory, until he finally found the one he hung.

Graduate early.

Looking at those four words, Qin Guanglin smiled; there probably wasn’t a second person who hung the same as his.

Now he didn’t even know if it counted as graduation...

Feeling sentimental, he looked at the plaque next to his and slowly reached to turn it over.

Anya?

Qin Guanglin was taken aback, then randomly flipped over a few more nearby. Only two without names, wishing for their families’ well-being.

Which one was hers? Or perhaps hers was squeezed out by someone else?

He frowned and scanned the area again, finally stopping when he noticed other people looking his way.

Wondering what wish she made... still wanted to help fulfill it.

Mumbling to himself, Qin Guanglin pocketed his hands and walked away.