Fortune Teller Master

He put his mobile phone in his pocket casually, then wanted to pull it out again. However, he couldn’t help but say: “Then what do you think I should do after this?”

Lin Qingyin touched her tortoiseshell with a faint expression: “What is your birth date?”

Bai Boan said his birth date and hesitated when it came to the specific time: “I just remember my mother said that it was around 10 or so in the middle of the night. There were other newly born baby boys and girls, I should have been born in the middle of the night.”

Bai Juan quickly added: “I remember it was around ten o’clock in the evening, I can’t remember the specifics.”

Lin Qingyin slightly nodded her head and said to Bai Boan: “Whether from your eight characters or facial feature, you belong to the group of ordinary people. There is no great fortune, nor too much bad luck. You don’t excel to anything, but also not a clumsy person.”

Bai Boyan nodded his head involuntarily. Since childhood, his grades were not excellent. He has always been in the top 20 in the class. When he was admitted to the university, because of his barely passable scores, he went to a second-grade university; He met his girlfriend at this university. The two of them looked ordinary, but they had similar temperaments and personalities. In addition to that, they were fellow villagers, so they went together. The job they look for after graduation was not too high but also not too low. They ended in a company with 30 workers. His job was not great but also not bad. He was the kind of person who can hold his head high but also not look down upon.

Lin Qingyin continued: “Now you are covered by yin energy, which covered your life palace with darkness, making your parents ill, broken-hearted, and unsuccessful in career. Judging from the degree and scope of the yin energy, you have been in this situation for almost half a year. I speculate it should be around Qingming Festival.”

Bai Boan who doesn’t take this matter seriously now looked very serious. Before he could ask questions, Lin Qingyin continued: “Generally speaking, bad luck is usually caused by the bad ancestral grave, but you and your aunt are born of the same origin. There is nothing unusual on her part, which shows that your family’s ancestral grave is not the cause of the problem. This matter is related to you alone.”

Bai Juan’s face turned ugly. She carefully recalled something and remembered some clues: “My brother took him to the grave at his hometown during the Qingming Festival this year. That night, he also called me and said that he saw other people’s graves in the village. He also wants to set up a monument for our family’s ancestral grave, so as not to make people in the village laugh at us. At that time, I said that I’m afraid it would be too late to do that this year. The tombstone had to be carved in advance. I told him I will find someone to do this work during the Chinese New Year next year. But my brother said that there were ready-made blank monuments in the village that could be carved in one day. After that, I hang up the phone call. I was traveling outside with my daughter, so I didn’t ask anything anymore. It’s been half a month, I forgot about it a long time ago.”

Bai Boan’s face, who was sitting on the stool, also became ugly: “At that time, the craftsman in the village asked twice as much as the usual price. I thought about getting married soon. I didn’t have enough money. It’s not worth spending so much money on a monument. I told my father to talk about this matter after 2 years.”

Bai Juan looked at Lin Qingyin anxiously after hearing this: “Is my nephew’s unwillingness to make a monument to our ancestor cause all these?”

Lin Qingyin shook her head: “That’s not true. There is a lack of spiritual energy and yin energy in this world. Only in very special places can the undead stay. From the perspective of your faces, your ancestral graves are buried in an ordinary place. In a place like this, the yin and yang in one’s body will disappear soon. You should have seen blood in the cemetery, right?”

Bai Boan’s heart was shocked and swept away his bangs. There was a finger-sized scar on his forehead: “I quarreled with my dad that day, but in the middle of the night, I wanted to go to the cemetery to urinate. As a result, I fell because the surrounding is dark. I hit my forehead on a stone tomb.”

Upon hearing this, the same thought float in everyone’s mind: This hapless kid! He asked for it!