The public park at 5:30 is very lively. Aunts who dance in the square occupies the largest square. The lakeside viewing platform is a good place for Peking opera fans to learn about their skills.
Lin Qingyin carried a sign around the Civic Park for a long time, and finally sat cross-legged under an old tree, putting the cardboard in his hand in front, and there were two elegant characters on it: Fortune-telling! Below is a line of small characters: One hexagram is one thousand yuan!
The crowds who walked past here couldn't help but glance at it, but when they saw the content above, they all shook their heads and sighed.
"Why don't children learn well now? Don't go to school well, come out and fix these deceptive things!"
"That's not the case! It seems that it is a middle school student, the teacher designated to leave too little homework, and I don't know whose wicked child is."
"My family also has the pamphlet issued by the police station that believes in science and rejects superstition. When I look back, I brought it to this girl. How can I not believe in science at a young age!"
"One thousand yuan is a divination? This kid is crazy about money, if he can get a thousand by just a few words, I will squat here to give people a fortune teller. What kind of work is there!"
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Lin Qingyin stared at her cardboard blankly after hearing a sentence without lowering her voice at all. If she had no money and no training resources, why bother to run a fortune-telling stall in the park!
I thought that Lin Qingyin was the head of the divine fortune-telling in the cultivation world, and she had the title of No. 1 fortune-telling in the world. If she wanted to ask her to make a fortune-telling, then she had to offer the top magic weapon in the cultivation world and it depends on whether she was willing to do it. It's like sitting on the floor casually now, putting a paper shell removed from a milk box, one thousand yuan per hexagram, you have to be pointed and pointed by others.
If not...
Alas, who didn't let her take the thunder disaster when she ascended, her cultivation for thousands of years was turned into nothingness, and it would be nice to survive now, and she couldn't ask for that much.
Lin Qingyin looked down at the red plum blossom-shaped birthmark on his right wrist, involuntarily lost in thought.
After she woke up, she found that she was in a completely unfamiliar world, but this body had exactly the same face and physique as her own, and even the plum-shaped red birthmark on her arm was generally the same. The difference was this one. There is no trace of repair in the body.
It is not difficult to embark on the road of comprehension again. Lin Qingyin is not lacking in exercises and experience, and practicing it again is like a college student re-entering kindergarten, and he can graduate by playing. What she lacks right now is the resources for cultivation. The spiritual energy in the world is thin now, and it is more difficult to improve her cultivation by meditation than to climb to the sky. Lin Qingyin has been walking around in the past few days and found that there is a kind of jade that contains a lot of spiritual energy, but the price is very expensive. As a high school student with a poor family, she can't afford it at all.
In the final analysis, you still have to make money!
The sun climbed higher and higher, the morning coolness gradually dissipated, and the sun gradually dazzled. Lin Qingyin used a folding fan in her hand to drew a pile of small stones from the side, and saw that she randomly placed these stones in different places. After adjusting the last stone, the temperature around her dropped again.
Lin Qingyin raised his head and glanced at the sun. It was estimated that it should be two quarters of the hour, or seven-thirty in the morning based on the current time. Although sitting here for two hours didn't make a single business, Lin Qingyin didn't seem to be in a hurry. He didn't show any irritability, as if it didn't matter whether the business was successful or not.
"Comrade police, it's her." Aunt Zhang, who had been practicing gossip fans in the Civic Park all the year round, pulled a policeman out of breath, pointed to Lin Qingyin and said: "Look at whose child this is, why are you doing fortune-telling here? Woolen cloth?"
The policeman knelt down to look at Lin Qingyin, and suddenly smiled, "Little girl, do you still know me?"
Lin Qingyin looked up at him and nodded. The original owner blamed himself for the failure of the final exam last month, and was ridiculed by his classmates. For a while, he couldn't think of jumping into the river to commit suicide. It was the policeman who jumped into the river desperately and saved her. When the little policeman dragged her ashore, Lin Qingyin just woke up from this body.
"Thank you that day! Meeting is fate, you saved my life, and I will give you a free one."
Lin Qingyin looked at the little policeman, with a milder look in his eyes: "I see your roots in the dark, and you will see a blue color in your life, and I am afraid of serious illness; the mouth is red, and the snake entrance, the serious illness should be in the stomach."
Seeing the little policeman look dumbfounded, Lin Qingyin kindly reminded: "You have three major calamities in your life. Birth is the first calamity. On your eighteenth birthday, there is the second calamity. The illness this time is the third calamity. As long as this catastrophe in the past, you will be able to go smoothly for the rest of your life, and Changle will be worry-free."
After Lin Qingyin stood up, picked up his cardboard and walked away happily, Aunt Zhang looked at Lin Qingyin's back and pinched her waist angrily: "This fortune-telling still counts on the police, and the courage is too fat! Comrade police, you When I see her next time, I have to educate her, how old she is, why don't you go the right way!"
Aunt Li, who was watching the excitement by the side, watched the little policeman being sprayed with saliva, and dragged him aside with some unbearableness: "Actually, fortune-telling is not all feudal superstition. Some experts can still calculate something based on facial features and eight characters. Something. The one just now..."
Aunt Li thought of Lin Qingyin’s age and appearance. The word "master" was really hard to say, and she could only say vaguely: "The little girl just said that there is a certain way, and it is a bit of truth to keep it out. Don't you Not serious."
Aunt Zhang was displeased when she heard that, she started to talk about it after she had fought with Aunt Li, and the little policeman hurriedly squeezed between the two to persuade them to fight, and it took a long time to coax the two of them.
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Ma Mingyu returned to the police station and said hello to his colleagues, returning to his seat, drinking water while sinking into thought: Lin Qingyin said that he had three catastrophes, one was when he was born and the other was on his 18th birthday.
He did have a difficult time when he was born. When his mother gave birth to him, he had a dystocia and hemorrhage. At that time, the doctor asked the child to protect him. Fortunately, the adult was saved and he also survived. The reason why his mother has been in poor health over the years is due to birth. He hurt the root at times.
The second life and death catastrophe was on his eighteenth birthday. A classmate who had a good relationship with him celebrated his birthday and invited a group of classmates to KTV to sing. At that time, a flower-style candle that could fly was more popular. Before a group of people finished singing their birthday song, they saw the candle flying out with a flame, falling right under the curtains and lighting the cheap acrylic curtains.
Ma Mingyu has never told his colleagues about these two things, and he is not a local. It stands to reason that no one here knows these two things, but Lin Qingyin said it exactly.
Ma Mingyu couldn't help but fell into deep thought. Could Lin Qingyin really tell fortunes? But how is this possible? He touched his stomach subconsciously and didn't feel any discomfort at all. Maybe that kid was talking nonsense? Although comforting herself like this, to be honest, Ma Mingyu still vaguely believes what Lin Qingyin said deep down in her heart. After all, she is quite accurate about the other two things that happened.
Just when Ma Mingyu's soul was not in the house, Aunt Li came to the police station out of breath. As soon as she came in, she saw Ma Mingyu standing at the table in a daze, and immediately rushed over: "Little comrade, do you feel uncomfortable?"
Seeing Ma Mingyu's expression a little uneasy, Aunt Li persuaded her heartfelt words: "I don't worry about going home. I don't want to come over and talk to you. I would rather believe this matter if it is not. You still Go to the hospital for a check-up. If you are not sick, everyone is happy, and if there is something really wrong, we should not avoid doctors. Treat the illness early, and don't delay minor illnesses into serious illnesses."
Ma Mingyu nodded: "Don't worry, Aunt Li, I will go to the hospital for a checkup when I rest on the weekend."
"Why are you still waiting until the weekend?" Aunt Li was anxious: "This is only Monday, and there are still a few days before the weekend. This disease can't be delayed. It's better to go for a check-up earlier to get peace of mind."
Aunt Li's voice was a little loud when she was in a hurry. Director Wang came over when she heard the movement. He saw Aunt Li and said hello: "Aunt Li, what are you doing here?"
The area behind the park is an old house that is more than 30 years old. Director Wang worked at this police station when he was young. He basically knew all the residents in this area. He knew exactly how many people in the family did what they did. Chu.
Seeing the sweat on Aunt Li’s forehead, Ma Mingyu’s face was pale and he didn’t know what he was thinking. Director Wang hurriedly finished the game: "Aunt Li, this is a new pony from our institute this year. It’s a college student who just graduated. Isn’t it? Is there anything wrong with him? You say, I criticize him."
Aunt Li was anxious: "This pony has a stomach problem. I'm trying to persuade him to go to the hospital for an examination."
Director Wang looked at Ma Mingyu’s face and immediately called another policeman: "Zhang Qing, you accompany Ma Mingyu to the hospital." After finishing speaking, the director looked at Ma Mingyu and sighed: "You said your child is sick. Just say, what's so embarrassing about this! When you look at this little face, does it hurt so much?"
Ma Mingyu: "..." Director, I said I was scared by a little girl, do you believe it
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Lin Qingyin carried the cardboard for three miles and finally arrived home. He took out the key to open the door, and placed the cardboard on the cabinet at the door. Washing his hands, he went to the pot and filled a bowl of dry noodles.
Lin Qingyin picked up the chopsticks and ate a bite of noodles, frowned, got up and took a glass of water next to the water dispenser and drank two sighs. He sighed heavily.
In this world now, apart from her lack of spiritual energy, the most troublesome problem for her is eating. She hadn't eaten much in her previous life. Before entering the fairy road, four of her poor family of five starved to death. She survived all alone. Before she starved to death, she was lucky enough to meet Master and was led in. Fairy gate. In the realm of cultivation at that time, the sect was considered to be a great school, and there was no shortage of various resources. In order to speed up the speed of cultivation, they all ate bigu pill, and after the foundation was built, even the bigu pill was saved.
Lin Qingyin has very few impressions of eating. When she came to this era, she would eat either very salty noodles or unsavory vegetables. She didn't understand. The food is so unpalatable. Why do people still take it so seriously now? What about appetite? What kind of food do you have with the money? Wouldn't it be wise to ask her to make some calculations