At this moment, Zhao Zhonghe drove the carriage onto the bridge, and the Divination Master’s gaze, which had been scrutinizing pedestrians, suddenly fell on them.
That look was as if he had stripped someone naked and then approached with a lamp to inspect them.
Xu Qing frowned, finally understanding why Xuan Yu had been so angry when he used his Yin Pupil to scrutinize him.
This fortune-teller was really too intrusive!
The Divination Master stared at the carriage as it headed up the bridge. Zhao Zhonghe noticed the gaze but didn’t take it to heart; businesspeople were always good at eyeing people, nothing surprising about that.
But when he drove the carriage past the divination stall, the Divination Master who had been staring at him suddenly spoke, "How strange! A man with a face full of deathly aura, whose fate should have ended, can still live. It’s either because of divine intervention or he’s been touched by evil spirits..."
The three of them, Xu Qing included, simultaneously stared at the divination stall.
Zhao Zhonghe glared and said, "You damned charlatan, what nonsense are you spouting? Make yourself clear! If you can’t explain..."
The Divination Master laughed heartily, pointed at Zhao Zhonghe with a finger, and said, "You may not recognize me, but I recognize you. You’re that errand imp from Yama Hall, that Sea Patrol Yaksha over the waters, and the most troublesome person on earth."
"Whoever crosses you is bound to face the Execution Stick."
Zhao Zhonghe halted the carriage and walked over with his waist knife.
He slapped the knife, sheath and all, onto the divining table, baring his teeth, and said, "Even a three-year-old can see that I’m not someone to mess with when I’m in uniform. Don’t think you can pass off as a half-immortal by spouting gibberish!"
"You say I’m an imp? Then I won’t leave today until you explain yourself. If you can’t, I’ll show you what a real Yaksha is!"
The Divination Master, who was thin and about forty, had a large black mole on his face.
Facing Zhao Zhonghe’s feigned fierceness, he was not afraid at all but smiled and said, "Divinations are not free, and neither is fate-telling. This is the rule in Jing Sect. If the constable wants a reading, you’ll need to pay first."
Jing Sect, known as the top of the eight great Jianghu sects, primarily engaged in calculating good and bad fortunes for people, pointing out a clear path.
Fortune-tellers and face-readers were all considered Jianghu people within Jing Sect.
Upon hearing the Divination Master’s words, Xu Qing couldn’t help but reassess the divination stall before him.
On either side of the Divination Master were banners, the one on the left reading ’Calculating both heaven and earth without omission,’ and the one on the right saying ’Knowing the present and the past without ignorance.’
Jing Sect, being the leading sect among the eight great sects, was not unfounded. Just these two phrases were not something ordinary people could manage.
Jing Sect delved into the changes of heavenly ways, and once proficient, could comprehend the other seven Jianghu Techniques.
However, though Jing Sect was powerful, its members varied greatly in their capabilities, and the quality of walking Divination Masters was uneven.
Powerful Jing Sect Divination Masters had the ability to manipulate the changes of heaven and earth, discern energy breaks, and stabilize dragons; however, most of them only mastered some tricks of observing and deceiving people.
But, in the midst of numerous mediocre ones, there were always exceptional talents. You never know, one day you might encounter an unremarkable fortune-teller on the roadside, who is actually a true master of Jing Sect!
Zhao Zhonghe, being somewhat stubborn, threw a piece of broken silver onto the table and delivered an ultimatum: "If you can divine, then tell me, will I end up overturning your stall, or will I strip you and throw you into the river?"