Chapter 156: Even if we have to pay, we must tell fortunes!

Just now we said the Shangxuan atmosphere here is rich......

Now it's entangled upon us.

Du Shanü casually glanced at the young Daoist's unusually eager face before her, and teasingly said:

"...... I too am sincere, I wish to divine."

"Alas, we two are dirt poor, just now we said we'd have to do odd jobs to make a living, naturally we can't afford the divination fee, we can only disappoint the young Daoist's goodwill."

The young Daoist's gaze remained glued to Du Shanü's face without shifting, his fingers already forming the seal; hearing this, he was dumbfounded.

He seemingly hadn't expected Du Shanü to say that at all; for a moment he didn't even make the seal, the smile on his face vanished, replaced by puzzlement, he kept muttering:

"No silver? How could there be no silver? It shouldn't be...... Really shouldn't be......"

"Or how about doing a divination for free? But that would mean I'm the one losing out......"

"This isn't what I imagined; not getting a thousand‑gold treatment per divination is fine...... but to have to pay out of pocket is just too hard to swallow......"

Du Shanü sized up this rather clumsy young Daoist from head to toe, secretly amused.

She intended to give Chinu a glance to signal leaving, but upon turning her head she discovered Chinu's face overcast with dark clouds, looking somewhat frightening.

Du Shanü hadn't realized how she'd provoked this ill‑tempered little ancestor again, when she heard Chinu coldly say:

"What's with all this 'good sister, good sister' nonsense? You, a philandering little Daoist, instead of divining properly, just like to show off with your tongue!"

"Don't think I didn't notice—you're trying to use your youth to lure her!"

Du Shanü: "......"

Young Daoist: "......"

Oh dear.

Truly a sour smell shooting up to the heavens.

But heaven and earth as my witness, he truly had no such intention at all!!!

The young Daoist wore an expression hard to describe, staring intently at Chinu for a few breaths.

I don't know if it's Du Shanü's illusion, but the other's gaze swept over a few moles on his face, lessening the look of humiliation considerably, even adding a hint of 'it serves him right' realization.

Du Shanü felt a slight surprise in her heart, but recalling the young Daoist's earlier absurd claim that a pretty, well‑dressed young maiden would marry a man in his forties, she again dismissed it.

The mole on Chinu's face is so conspicuous that even Afang can see it; why can't others?

Even if one reads from a physiognomy chart verbatim, one should understand the meaning!

Du Shanü gave a faint smile, lightly slipped her arm around Chinu's waist, and coaxed:

"Be good, I'm not some delicacy; why must you, upon seeing a handsome young lad, claim he's trying to seduce me......"

Before her words finished, Chinu glared at her again:

"Fine!!!"

"You also admit he's handsome and young?!"

Whether to speak or not, true to Chinu!

He even thought of such a cunning way to make things difficult!

Du Shanü couldn't explain, instead she got a face full of dust and choked:

"Where does such a thing happen!"

She, she herself thought that remark was quite normal!

How could Chinu think of such things!

Chinu turned away from her, snorting repeatedly, venting all her resentment:

"Who knows if you, once you have it, won't cherish it... A domestic flower may be gorgeous, but an unpicked wild flower is also fragrant!"

The young Daoist opposite had long since turned into a stone statue, his pupils trembling violently.

He tried several times to intercept their argument, to no avail, wanting to speak but stopping, stopping then wanting again:

"Stop arguing, stop arguing......"

"I'm just a broken fortune‑teller, please... I don't want to witness such a scene......"

If one said the young Daoist earlier was all smiles and mysterious......

But now the young Daoist's voice is weak, his face full of panic and helplessness, for a moment he doesn't even know where to put his hands.

Du Shanü anxiously looked for a way out, and thus took up the conversation:

"How about we still do a divination?"

"Since we've arrived at Zhoufu, we ought to follow local customs."

The young Daoist immediately perked up:

"Oh yes yes yes! Divination, divination—no charge still counts, even if we lose money it's fine! As long as you don't argue, anything can be discussed!"

Chinu, prejudiced from the start, already found the youthful, baby‑faced Daoist uncomfortable; hearing this, she grew somewhat dissatisfied:

"How much skill could such a young Daoist possibly have?"

"After all, we plan to go find the Celestial Master tomorrow for a reading; that's better than randomly picking a philandering Daoist on the road."

"If he then predicts you'll take a forty‑seven‑year‑old husband, I'll surely call him a fraud and knock over his stall!"

Du Shanü saw him bringing up old matters, her heart greatly relieved, and she laughed:

"What nonsense! I swear I'll love no one else from now on."

"Besides, divination is just casual listening; if it's accurate, all the better; if not, treat it as background noise—life must be lived to know."

"Rest easy, we're just here for the fun, nothing more."

She led the reluctant Chinu to the young Daoist's stall and stood there; the Daoist finally returned to normal, hastily adjusting his robe, as if he valued this moment.

Du Shanü didn't mind much, reaching out; the Daoist hurried to take her hand, but before their hands could meet, another hand thrust in sideways and immediately pressed Du Shanü's hand back.

Chinu's distinct, fair, slender hand lay across the young Daoist's face, rather unwillingly.

No, I still can't let him touch your hand... let me do it.

Du Shanü almost laughed out loud; the young little Daoist also seemed to know Chinu's troublesomeness, nodding in agreement while carefully examining his palm lines:

Okay, then I'll tell your fortune first. Is there anything special you'd like to know? Luck? Marriage? Wealth?

The young little Daoist had seemed frivolous before, but as soon as he touched the palm lines, his expression changed again.

Serious, solemn.

The night river of stars, the incense of the long street—none could ignite those jet-black pupils.

Du Shanü watched with interest, wondering what questions Chinu would ask to tease this little Daoist.

However, Chinu pondered for a moment, then finally lowered his eyes and asked:

I, I want to ask about descendants.

Du Shanü never expected Chinu to think of asking that; after a few breaths, she realized he might be serious.

If one sought nothing, how could one ask?

The smile on her lips paused, and she instinctively glanced at the young little Daoist.

The young little Daoist stroked Chinu's palm lines inch by inch, then without much hesitation said:

Let me look, let me look—your life pattern, though it had some fluctuations before, will henceforth be a fate of wealth and honor; even if you commit a great mistake, someone will shield you... a good omen, an extremely good omen.

Let me search again for descendants... descendants... oh, it turns out they're here, somewhat hard to find!

In that instant, even though Du Shanü did not touch Chinu's hand, she could feel his body straighten up instinctively at that moment.

The young little Daoist chuckled and released Chinu:

The Descendant Palace is faint, only one child.

However, your posthumous yin virtue is exceptionally abundant, clearly because your close relatives often make offerings to you... truly an extremely filial good child.

?? This child is one of the important characters of the next generation; if the author hadn't put down the pen, they should have written this volume! Indeed, Dayin has a Trilogy!

? Everyone, want to guess whether this child is male or female? What role is it? (*^▽^*)