Zhu Yuanzhao collapsed onto his cushion.

Young Master Pei’s curiosity rose to his throat.

Just as he was about to ask what was so extraordinary about this old monk, he heard Geng Songsheng say:

“My master divines three times per year, answering only one question each time. He doesn’t accept gold or silver, only requiring the supplicant to do one good deed for the world’s people.”

Geng Songsheng looked at Yan Sanhe.

“You’ve come at a good time—my master hasn’t opened divination this year yet.”

Wait!

Yan Sanhe looked at the old monk. “Doesn’t the Xing family only pass knowledge to daughters, not sons? How do you know these things?”

Li Buyan nodded repeatedly: “Right, who taught you?”

Young Master Pei: “Is your divination accurate?”

“Accurate!”

The three turned to look at Zhu Yuanzhao, their eyes asking: How do you know?

Zhu Yuanzhao stared fixedly at the old monk, taking a deep breath.

“According to legend, this child is a reincarnated lama who retained memories from his past life and could speak from birth. Every word he spoke was reportedly very accurate.”

Really?

Fake?

Seeing their disbelief, Zhu Yuanzhao quickly added:

“According to legend, he also has heavenly eyes that see people by day and ghosts by night. Entering Buddhism was to suppress the evil nature in him. The one who shaved his head was his lama father.

After the ordination, his father achieved enlightenment and passed away; his mother also died smiling after giving birth to him.”

Young Master Pei’s heart nearly stopped. “Why, why, why?”

Zhu Yuanzhao: “Because these two came to this world specifically to give birth to him and ordain him. Mission accomplished, both achieved enlightenment and became Buddhas.”

Dead silence.

Silence so complete a pin drop could be heard.

Yan Sanhe: No wonder he saw through Geng Songsheng’s stolen Star of Literary Excellence at a glance;

Li Buyan: No wonder he could restore the Geng family’s fate chart.

Young Master Pei: I have such an amazing person under me, why didn’t I know? Why?

The old monk still smiled that same wretched way. “Young Zhu, who told you these things?”

“My grandfather.”

Zhu Yuanzhao recalled: “Back then, my grandfather searched everywhere for you, saying he wanted to seek a divination.”

Crazy!

Crazy!

Crazy!

The head of the Directorate of Astronomy, who knew astronomy above and geography below, could read celestial omens and determine people’s fortune and death, actually needed to seek divination from him…

Young Master Pei wanted to slap himself hard.

What’s that saying—having eyes but failing to recognize Mount Tai, or having eyes but failing to recognize gold-inlaid jade?

Right, could he still curry favor and flatter him now?

Li Buyan also wanted to slap herself.

She had just called him a fraud and advised Geng Songsheng to find a better master… The old monk wouldn’t hold grudges, would he?

Yan Sanhe had no such thoughts.

From the first moment she saw this old monk, she felt he had an aura that made her comfortable, as if her eight extraordinary meridians were being nourished.

This was unprecedented.

At the time, she had an inkling that this wizened old monk was no ordinary person, which was why she used provocation.

“Young one, I hear such things are inaccurate.”

The old monk actually put on a modest face.

“What reincarnated lama, what past life memories, what seeing people by day and ghosts by night—that’s all nonsense. Look at me, I eat the five grains and still have to shit and piss.”

Seeing these youngsters still in a daze, his face darkened.

“Enough, hurry up, don’t delay my sleep. This old monk sleeps poorly at night and has no energy during the day.”

The three quickly climbed up from their cushions and walked to the Buddha statue in the outer room to kneel.

Three kowtows without any half-heartedness.

After kowtowing, hands pressed together, they made vows before the Buddha.

Li Buyan helped Yan Sanhe up and pulled her outside.

Once outside, Li Buyan leaned close to Yan Sanhe’s ear, whispering so only they could hear:

“Since he’s such a rare high master, don’t ask about the Zhu family—ask who committed the massacre of the Zheng family!”

Yan Sanhe had briefly entertained that thought.

“Hey, what are you two whispering about?” Young Master Pei followed out.

Li Buyan wanted to knock his head—why was he always tagging along?

Yan Sanhe coughed. “Discussing what to ask.”

With only three chances, one question each time, what to ask was crucial.

Young Master Pei pushed his head forward, speaking mysteriously: “Yan Sanhe, can I ask when Huairen will become emperor?”

Li Buyan elbowed Yan Sanhe: See, he also wants to handle private matters.

“No!”

Yan Sanhe firmly refused. “You ask about Master Zhu the First. Buyan, you ask about Master Zhu the Fifth. I’ll decide on the spot.”

Li Buyan: “…” Such a blockhead.

Young Master Pei: “…” Doesn’t know how to be flexible at all.

…

Returning to the stone room, unexpectedly, the old monk had actually put on his kasaya and hung prayer beads on his chest.

With this change of attire, the atmosphere in the stone room suddenly became solemn, and even the old monk himself seemed to change his aura, now resembling an enlightened high monk.

The three sat down. Just as Young Master Pei was about to speak, something suddenly occurred to him.

“Master, what kind of deed counts as benefiting the people?”

Better ask clearly.

If he couldn’t accomplish it and suffered backlash, wouldn’t that be a huge loss?

The old monk: “For you, building roads and bridges, donating money and grain all count as benefiting the world’s people.”

What? Listening to this, each person is different?

Young Master Pei quickly leaned forward and winked at Li Buyan: Quick, ask clearly.

Li Buyan quickly asked: “What about me?”

“You…”

The old monk: “Seeing injustice on the road and drawing your blade to help will suffice.”

Simple enough—my reputation as Swordsman Li isn’t for nothing.

Li Buyan gestured with her chin toward Yan Sanhe: “What about her?”

“Her?”

The old monk glanced at Yan Sanhe: “She needs do nothing to benefit the world’s people.”

Yan Sanhe’s heart trembled slightly, feeling the old monk’s glance held deep meaning.

“Why?”

The old monk pressed his palms together, speaking seriously: “Namo Amitabha, heavenly secrets cannot be revealed.”

Yan Sanhe: “…”

“Not having to do anything saves trouble!”

Young Master Pei adopted an expression of taking advantage for Yan Sanhe, cleared his throat, and said: “Master, I’m going to ask now.”

The old monk: “Ask.”

“That…”

Young Master Pei: “I won’t beat around the bush—I’m asking about the fate chart of Master Zhu the First, Zhu Xuanguang, from the Zhu Manor.”

The old monk: “Report his birth date and time.”

Zhu Yuanzhao had them all memorized and quickly reported a string of numbers.

The moment he finished, the old monk laughed coldly: “A dead man—what fate chart is there?”

Young Master Pei’s face turned deathly pale with shock.

Knowing life and death immediately upon hearing the birth date, at such speed, without even needing to count on fingers—this, this…

Rather eerie!

Young Master Pei: “To be honest with you, Master, this is the noble family young master Yan Sanhe mentioned earlier. Originally a fine person, but later…”

The old monk: “Peach Blossom Well.”

“What?”

Pei Xiao was confused. “What Peach Blossom Well? Master, could you explain in detail?”

“Next question.”

“Wait, my question ends here?”

If it doesn’t end, should this old monk chat with you?

Is Master Pei perhaps a fool?

Fine, fine, since he’s a fool, I’ll say one more thing.

“Go back to the courtyard where he lived and send people down the well.”

“And then?”

The old monk wore an expression of “could he be even worse than a fool,” looking very disgusted as he closed his eyes.

“Someone else ask.”