Chapter 148 - 148 I'm Short of Money
148 I’m Short of Money
Lu Liu glanced at Hong Shan, who pursed her lips and looked around nervously, not daring to speak nonsense.
“Don’t talk nonsense in front of Miss Jiang in the future. Don’t dirty Miss Jiang’s ears.” Hong Shan was a little strict, for she was afraid that Jiang Xi would be dissatisfied with the Zhao family and break off the marriage. It should be known that this marriage was bestowed by the emperor, and General Zhao Ruifeng was also very good to Jiang Xi. Lu Liu had seen all these things, and Hong Shan seemed to have thought of these things as well. She suddenly covered her mouth and did not dare to mention it again.
“Miss, do you want to go to the Yin Yang Tower to take a look? The imperial preceptor is back. After the selection of concubines in the palace is over, he’s probably going to choose a disciple,” Hong Shan said to Jiang Xi, changing the topic.
“What’s the Yin Yang Tower?” Jiang Xi was rather interested in the Yinyang Tower. Seeing that Jiang Xi did not take Zhao Hongwei’s new wife to heart, Hong Mu felt much more at ease and continued to explain to Jiang Xi, “Our country values Taoism. Every year, for important matters such as sacrifices, the imperial preceptor is required to open a sacrificial altar to heaven. The emperor intends to pick some disciples to prepare so that when the imperial preceptor is not in Jing City in the future, they can also take on great responsibilities. Those who can be imperial preceptors are people with great fortune and luck. It is said that more than a decade ago, someone could even pray for rain in public. Hong Shan said with a smile.
“Is it to pray for rain?” Jiang Xi raised her head and asked.
“That’s right. The imperial preceptor has a great divine power that can communicate with heaven and earth. More than ten years ago, a person who could pray for rain and could have entered the imperial preceptor’s sect, but for some reason, he suddenly disappeared. After that, the imperial preceptor no longer mentioned recruiting disciples. Now that recruiting disciples has been put on the agenda again, I’m afraid they’re preparing to start preparing for the imperial preceptor’s successor.” This was all the information Hong Shan had inquired about after entering Jing City.
“Oh,” Jiang Xi said and nodded. They got into the carriage and passed through several streets. After more than half an hour, they finally arrived outside Yin Yang tower. As its name suggested, the exterior of the Yin Yang Tower looked like the Yin Yang Eight Trigrams. Eight Trigrams mirrors were hung on the corners of several eaves. The Yin Yang Tower was located in the center of Jing City and exuded a mysterious aura. As soon as Jiang Xi walked in, he felt a strong sense of luck. After the fate energy sensed her, it rushed into her body.
Jiang Xi was stunned. This was not good, was it? Luck was a person’s foundation. So much luck must have been exuded by people with deep fortune. Now that she had swallowed it all in one gulp, she did not even dare to open her mouth, for fear that whatever she said would come true in the blink of an eye!
Jiang Xi, who suddenly could not speak, was a little dumbfounded.
“Miss, do you also want to sign up for the disciple selection? You need to pay a 300 yuan registration fee and give your Bazi Chart. If you are lucky, you can enter.” There was a table at the entrance of Yin Yang Tower. A young man in a white robe leaned against the chair with his body tilted.
Jiang Xi’s interest was piqued. She knew that a person’s Bazi Chart could be used to measure one’s fortune, but this was the first time she had seen one. She had never counted it before.
“Don’t listen to this person’s nonsense. How can a girl just tell others her Bazi Chart? What if this person isn’t a good person? Just look at how he doesn’t seem to be a good person. He’s not good-looking either.” Jiang Shan blocked Jiang Xi’s way. Hmph! Other than my future brother-in-law, Zhao Ruifeng, the rest of the people in Jing City are not that great.
Hearing Jiang Shan’s words, the man at the door immediately sat up straight, his face dark.
“You want to check the Bazi Chart, right? Then I’ll pay for it first.” Jiang Shan pulled out a chair and sat down with a thud. He immediately reported his Bazi Chart and name. Hong Shan calmly handed over a stack of money. They had money!
The man looked at Jiang Shan’s face carefully and then at his palm. He frowned slightly, “You’re destined to be alone and helpless for the rest of your life. The woman you meet in the future will also have a hard life, and both husband and wife will die young. If your life is short of fire, you will also die in the fire. Your life is not good, very bad. In the future, you should stay away from fire.” The young man looked at Jiang Shan’s palm in disgust and mumbled.
Hearing that, Jiang Shan’s eyes widened.” You’re the one who should be careful of fire! I’m not lacking any of the elements in my life! I’m just short of money!” Jiang Shan was burning with rage and snatched the money back from the man’s hand. “Your fortune-telling skills are worth at most two steamed buns!” As he spoke, he took out two remaining steamed buns from his pocket and slapped them on the table in front of the man.
Hong Mu and Lu Liu were snickering at the side. If Zhao Yingying were here, she would probably exclaim out loud, because Jiang Shan had indeed ended up like this in his previous life!