Chapter 1

At 7:00, the public park is very lively. The aunts dancing square dance occupy the largest square. The viewing platform by the lake is a good place for Peking Opera enthusiasts to compare their skills.

Feng Xinrou carried a sign around the citizen's park for a long time, and finally sat cross-legged under an old tree, and put the cardboard in front of her. There were two elegant characters on it: fortune-telling! Below is a line of small characters: One hexagram, one thousand yuan!

The people walking to and from the bend couldn't help but glance at it as they passed by, but they all shook their heads and sighed when they saw the content above. "Why doesn't the child learn well now? Don't go to school well, and come out to deal with these deceptive things! The wicked child of my family."

"My family still has the brochure issued by the police station that believes in science and rejects superstition. I will bring it to this girl to read later. How can a young man not believe in science!" "A thousand taun for A hexagram? This child is crazy about money, if you can get a thousand yuan by talking a few words, I will squat here to tell fortunes for others, what work do I have to do!" ... ... Listening to the arguments without lowering my voice at all , Feng Xinrou stared at her cardboard blankly, if she had no money and no cultivation resources, why would she condescend to set up a fortune-telling stall in the park!

Back then, Feng Xinrou was the head of the divine fortune-telling sect in the cultivation world, and she had the title of the best fortune-telling in the world. If she wanted to ask her to do a fortune-telling, then she would have to offer the top-level magic weapon in the cultivation world, and it would depend on whether she was willing to do the fortune-telling. It's not like sitting on the ground casually now, setting up a cardboard box that was removed from a milk box, and having to be pointed out by others for a thousand dollars.

If it weren't for... well, who told her that she didn't survive the thunder disaster when she ascended? Thousands of years of cultivation have been reduced to nothingness. It would be good if she can survive now, and she can't ask for so much.

Feng Xinrou looked down at the lotus shade birthmark on her right wrist, and fell into deep thought involuntarily.

After she woke up, she found that she had arrived in a completely strange world, but this body had exactly the same face and physique as her own, and even lotus-shaped birthmark on her arm was the same. There is no trace of cultivation in the body.

It is not difficult to embark on the road of cultivation again. Feng Xinrou has all kinds of skills and experience. Practicing again is like a college student re-entering kindergarten, and he can graduate after playing. What she lacks now is the resources for cultivation. In the current world, the aura is thin, and it is even more difficult to improve one's cultivation by meditating. Feng Xinrou wandered around in the past few days, and found that there was a kind of jade that contained a lot of spiritual energy, but the price was very expensive. As a high school student from a poor family, she couldn't afford it at all.

In the final analysis, you still have to make money!

The sun climbed higher and higher, the coolness of the morning gradually dissipated, and the sunlight gradually became dazzling. Feng Xinrou used the folding fan in her hand to move a pile of small stones from the side. She randomly placed these stones in different places. After adjusting the last stone, the temperature around her dropped again.

Feng Xinrou looked up at the sun, guessing that it should be the second quarter of the hour, according to the current time, it should be 8:00 in the morning. Although I sat here for two hours and failed to get a single business deal, Lin Qingyin didn't seem to be in a hurry, without any sign of impatience, as if it didn't matter whether the business was successful or not.

"Comrade policeman, that's her." Aunt Qu, who has been practicing the Eight Diagrams fan in the public park all year round, dragged a policeman out of breath, pointed at Feng Xinrou and said, "Look whose child this is, how do you do fortune-telling here?" What?"

The policeman squatted down and looked at Feng Xinrou, and suddenly smiled: "Little girl, do you still know me?"

Feng Xinrou looked up at him and nodded. The original owner blamed herself for failing the final exam last month, and was ostracized and ridiculed by her classmates. She couldn't think about it and committed suicide by jumping from the bridge . It was this policeman who jumped over the bridge to save her. When the policeman dragged her ashore, Feng Xinrou just woke up from this body.

"Thank you so much that day! It is fate to meet you, you saved my life, and I will give you a free fortune."

Feng Xinrou looked at the policeman, her eyes were a little gentler than before: "I see that your mountain roots are dark, and your lifespan is dark." If you see a blue color, you may be seriously ill; if your tongue is red and the snake bites, the serious illness should be in your stomach."

Seeing the policeman's bewildered expression, Feng Xinrou kindly reminded: "There are three catastrophes in your life . , Birth is the first calamity; on the day of the eighteenth birthday, the second calamity happens, and this illness is the third calamity. As long as you pass this calamity, you will be safe and happy for the rest of your life." Feng Xinrou finished speaking and stood up

. She got up, picked up her own cardboard and walked away very smartly. Looking at Feng Xinrou's back, Aunt Qu pinched her waist angrily: "This fortune-telling is still on the police, you are too courageous! Comrade police, you will see her next time." You have to educate her well, she is so young, why don't she follow the right path!"

Aunt Shen, who was watching the excitement nearby, saw the little policeman being sprayed with saliva, and pulled him aside a little bit reluctantly: "Actually, fortune-telling is not all feudal superstition. Something. That just now..."

Aunt Shen thought of Feng Xinrou's age and appearance. She couldn't pronounce the word "Master", so she could only vaguely say: "What the little girl said just now is very impressive. It’s kind of true that it’s not even, so don’t take it seriously.”

Aunt Qu was unhappy when she heard it, and started talking after Aunt Shen, and the little policeman didn’t care about other things, so he hurriedly squeezed into the middle of the two to try to persuade them to fight. It took a long time to coax the two of them.

——Li Mingyu went back to the police station and said hello to his colleagues, then returned to his seat, fell into deep thought while drinking water: Feng Xinrou said that he had three disasters, one was when he was born, and the other was on his eighteenth birthday .

He did have a difficult birth. When his mother gave birth to him, he had dystocia. At that time, the doctor asked his grandparents to take care of his parents. Fortunately, the adults were saved, and he survived. His mother has been in poor health all these years because of the birth. He hurt the root.

The second life-and-death catastrophe was on his eighteenth birthday. A classmate who was close to him celebrated his birthday and invited a group of classmates to sing in KTV. At that time, candles in the shape of flowers that could fly were more popular. Before a group of people finished singing their birthday songs, they saw the candle fly out with flames, landed just under the curtains, and ignited the cheap acrylic curtains.

Li Mingyu had never talked about these two things with his colleagues, and he himself was not a local. It stands to reason that no one here should know these two things, but Feng Xinrou said it exactly.

Li Mingyu couldn't help but fell into deep thought, could Feng Xinrou really know fortune-telling? But how is this possible? He touched his stomach subconsciously, but he didn't feel any discomfort at all. Maybe the kid was talking nonsense? Although he comforted himself like this, to be honest, Li Mingyu still vaguely believed what Feng Xinrou said, after all, she was quite accurate in calculating the other two things that happened.

When Li Mingyu was out of her mind, Aunt Shen ran to the police station out of breath. As soon as she came in, she saw Li Mingyu standing in front of the table in a daze, and rushed over immediately: "Comrade police, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Seeing Li Mingyu's uneasy expression, Aunt Shen persuaded her earnestly: "I don't feel at ease no matter what I think about it when I go home, so don't hurry up and talk to you about it. I'd rather believe it or not, you still Go to the hospital for an examination. If there is no illness, everyone will be happy. If there is something really wrong, don't hide the illness from the doctor. Treat the illness early, and don't drag the minor illness into a serious illness." Li Mingyu nodded: "Don't worry, Aunt Shen, wait for my weekend Go to the hospital for an examination after rest."

"Why did you wait until the weekend?" Aunt Shen was anxious: "It's only Monday, and there are still a few days until the weekend. This disease can't be delayed, so I'd better go for an examination early to be at ease."

Aunt Shen's voice was a little loud when she was in a hurry. Director Zhang came over when he heard the movement, and greeted Aunt Shen first when he saw Aunt Shen: "Aunt Shen, are you here?" The

community behind the park is more than thirty years old It is an old house. Director Zhang has been working in this police station since he was young. He basically knows all the residents in this area.

Seeing Aunt Shen's forehead sweating, Li Mingyu's face was pale and he didn't know what he was thinking. Director Zhang quickly smoothed things over: "Aunt Shen, this is a new police in our institute this year, a fresh graduate. Isn't it Is he inconsiderate? Say it, and I will criticize him."

Aunt Shen was in a hurry: "This police has a stomach problem, and I am trying to persuade him to go to the hospital for examination."

Director Wang looked at Li Mingyu's face, and immediately called another policeman: "Wang Qing, hurry up and accompany Li Mingyu to the hospital." After speaking, the director looked at Li Mingyu and sighed: "You said that your child is sick Just say, what's so embarrassing! Look at this little pale face, doesn't it hurt so badly?"

Li Mingyu: "..." Director, do you believe me when I said I was scared by a little girl?

—— Feng Xinrou carried the cardboard for three miles and finally arrived home, took out the key to open the door, casually put the cardboard on the cabinet by the door, washed her hands and went to the pot to fill a bowl of dry noodles.

Feng Xinrou picked up the chopsticks and ate a mouthful of noodles, her brows furrowed, she got up and went to the water dispenser to get a glass of water and took two gulps, sighing heavily.

In this world now, besides the lack of aura, the most troublesome problem for her is eating. In her previous life, she hadn't eaten much. Before she stepped into the fairyland, four members of a poor family of five starved to death, and she survived alone. fairy gate. Divine Suanmen was regarded as a great sect in the cultivation world at that time, and there was no shortage of various resources. In order to speed up their cultivation, they all ate Bigu pills, and even saved Bigu pills after the foundation was established.

Feng Xinrou has very little impression of eating. When she came to this era, she ate either very salty noodles or tasteless vegetables every day. She couldn't understand why people still pay so much attention to food when it is so unpalatable. What about appetite? What can I eat with that money? Wouldn't it be good to ask her to do a fortune telling?

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