First-rank palace maid Su Jixiang

Chapter 105: Divine Calculation

Xie Yingfeng nodded and agreed without even thinking about it.

Half an hour later, a pair of wandering Taoist master and disciple appeared outside the shopkeeper's yard.

The master held up a flag with the words "I'm a God of Fortune Telling, I won't ask for money" written on it. The master was handsome, with two long beards floating on his chest, and he looked very immortal.

The apprentice had a handsome face and eyes, which made people feel happy at first sight.

The master and disciple were Xie Yingfeng and Qu Wanning.

Ever since Wei Ling felt that Su Jixiang's idea was better, he ordered people to investigate the shopkeeper's house thoroughly inside and out.

If you want to fool people, you have to fool them well so that they will be convinced.

Originally, this information was prepared for Su Jixiang, but Wei Ling changed his mind in the morning.

He didn't want Su Jixiang to take any risks, so he simply asked someone to pass the information to Xie Yingfeng, and let the couple go instead.

Xie Yingfeng criticized Wei Ling in his heart in the military camp, but he still resigned himself to his fate and memorized the contents of the information.

He took Qu Wanning and knocked on the door of the shopkeeper's house.

The shopkeeper’s surname is Zhao.

The shopkeeper and his son are not at home now. One is looking after his own grocery store, and the other is in Jibaozhai.

So there were only women, children and a few servants in the house.

The person who came to open the door was an old man who did odd jobs and guarded the yard for the Zhao family. His name was Zhao Yi. He was a distant relative of Manager Zhao from the countryside. He had no family left and had been living in Manager Zhao's house doing odd jobs. It was also equivalent to the Zhao family taking care of him in his old age and seeing him to the end of his life.

Xie Yingfeng first asked Zhao Yi for some water to drink.

Zhao Yi quickly brought the water. His family treated these wandering Taoists and monks well.

"Old man, I didn't drink your water for nothing." Xie Yingfeng said pretentiously after drinking the water, "Let me check your illness and read your face."

Zhao Yi was naturally happy when he heard this. He quickly led the person into the lobby and even brought a stool for Xie Yingfeng to sit on.

Xie Yingfeng felt Zhao Yi's pulse first, then asked him to open his mouth and said, "Old man, your stomach has been feeling bad lately." Xie Yingfeng was a scholar with a wide range of interests. In the past, when Zhou Ziqi was not around, he would help the people in the mining area to see a doctor. He knew the basic pulse-taking skills, and when the old man opened his mouth, he could smell the smell of food accumulation, so Xie Yingfeng got it right with just a casual remark.

"Yes, yes, yes." Zhao Yi nodded quickly, "The dealer is very capable, one can tell at a glance." He had eaten a few more bites a few days ago and had been suffering from indigestion.

Xie Yingfeng asked him for a pen and paper, then wrote a prescription, "Take the medicine according to this prescription, drink it for three days, and you will be fine after eating normally."

When Zhao Yi saw that he could see the doctor for free, he was immediately overjoyed. He quickly put away the prescription and bowed to Xie Yingfeng, "Thank you, Taoist."

"No need to thank me. You are kind-hearted. You were originally destined to be a widower or lonely, but because you do good deeds, you don't have to worry about no one taking care of your funeral." Xie Yingfeng said with a smile.

When Zhao Yi heard this, he was stunned.

"How did you know this, Master?" Zhao Yi asked.

He saw that Xie Yingfeng was unfamiliar and was not from here. He also looked at the young disciple standing next to him and knew he had never seen him before.

"I have traveled far and wide, and I have been reading fortunes and treating illnesses for people who are destined to meet me." Xie Yingfeng said with a pretentious smile, "Now that you can give me a bowl of water, we have become friends. This is called a destined person."

"Master Dao is amazing!" Zhao Yi didn't think much about it and quickly bowed again. "I wonder if Master Dao can do a fortune-telling for the rest of our family?"

"Sure." Xie Yingfeng was just hoping he would say that.

Zhao Yi quickly asked Xie Yingfeng to sit in the gatehouse for a while, and he went into the inner courtyard in a flash.

He was related to the Zhao family, and the Zhao family brought him from the countryside, so he naturally felt that he should help the Zhao family share their worries and solve their problems.

The biggest problem for the Zhao family now is the incident with the Mo family father and son. Manager Zhao and his wife sighed a lot at home because of this incident. The family was filled with gloom all day long.

So when Zhao Yi saw that the Taoist priest's predictions were accurate, he immediately thought of calling his wife out to see if the Taoist priest could help him calculate when this sudden disaster would be eliminated...

People, when desperate, will try any possible means, and when they are at a loss, they do need some spiritual comfort.

Mrs. Zhao was working as a maid in the house with her daughter Zhao Xiuyu.

These days, their family was afraid of being disturbed by Mo Dashan and his son, so whenever Manager Zhao and his son were not at home, Mrs. Zhao would stay with Zhao Xiu Yu.

Her daughter-in-law went to help out at the grocery store, so there were only the two of them left at home.

After hearing what Zhao Yi said, Mrs. Zhao was also moved.

"Please sit back and I'll go take a look," she said to her daughter.

After a while, Mrs. Zhao followed Zhao Yi and appeared in front of Xie Yingfeng.

Mrs. Zhao had done business with her husband and was not an ignorant woman. She was considered to be someone who had seen the world.

She first took a good look at Xie Yingfeng and his little Taoist boy, then asked a few probing questions, to which Xie Yingfeng answered fluently.

Then she reported her birth date and horoscope.

As soon as Xie Yingfeng heard the birth date and horoscope, he knew it was that of Mrs. Zhao's daughter-in-law.

Sometimes Xie Yingfeng particularly admired those hidden guards around Wei Ling. They managed to find out everything about this family in just one night.

Those secret guards originally belonged to the Wei family army. After the Wei family encountered trouble, these people were either scattered all over the place or stayed in Mangcheng.

After Wei Ling arrived in Mangcheng and entered the mining area, he gradually gathered all these people together.

After being trained and screened by Wei Ling, they became the current secret guards. However, Wei Ling never needed the protection of these secret guards. Instead, he placed them in inconspicuous places on weekdays and only sent them out for other purposes when needed.

The identities of these people are kept very secret. Even Xie Yingfeng, who has been with Wei Ling for so many years, cannot figure out their identities or where they hide.

These people have their own strengths, some are good at espionage, and some are good at assassination.

This was also one of the reasons why Wei Ling was able to lead everyone out of the mining area. Otherwise, how could they, the coolies without even weapons, defeat the guarding troops in the mining area?

Xie Yingfeng picked out one or two things he saw in the newspaper about Zhao family's daughter-in-law and talked about them.

Mrs. Zhao was shocked when she heard this.

She originally thought that everyone who lived near Zhao Yi's house knew about his affairs, so she just needed to ask around.

But her daughter-in-law came from far away, and people nearby didn't know about her.

Even Xie Yingfeng thought that Wei Ling's secret guards were extremely magical, and they could find out such trivial matters. But he changed his mind and became indifferent. After all, those people were scattered all over Mangcheng on weekdays. Not to mention that something happened to Manager Zhao's family, the slightest movement in the whole Mangcheng could not be hidden from Xie Yingfeng's ears. It all depended on whether he was willing to use his secret guards.