A boy about twelve or thirteen years old came out to meet them. His face seemed a little impatient. He pointed to the curtain in the hall and said, "go inside, the first room on the left."
Shangguan Qianmian nodded and led Leng Xiaoli to the hall.
The boy walked ahead and lifted the curtain of the temple, revealing a small door leading to the back hall.
Through the door, Shangguan Qianmian sees a modern two-story building.
There is a courtyard in front of the building. There is a row of rooms on the left side of the courtyard. There are about three rooms. The boy pointed to the first room and said, "here, go in!"
With that, he turned and walked away.
Shangguan Qianmian takes a look at Leng Xiaoli and raises her eyebrows.
At this meeting, the expectation in her heart has been completely gone. How can she have a little expectation from the so-called "God, woman" who even doesn't bother to pretend.
"Come in!" A female voice came out of the room, the same as the one they heard at the door. Shangguan Qianmian suddenly felt a little strange. The distance between the room and the door is not short. If they heard this person's voice when they were at the door just now, then according to the volume, the position of the other party is at least the position of the boy who led them in, or closer
a little.
But it was obvious that the people in the room didn't seem to have gone out, and now they were standing outside the door, and they heard the same volume as when they were at the gate.
This kind of feeling is a little strange, Shangguan Qianmian suddenly feel a little hairy, can't help but slightly clench Leng Xiaoli's hand.
Leng Xiaoli seems to have noticed something wrong, frowning slightly, patting Guan Qianmian's hand and giving her a "nothing" look.
Shangguan Qianmian nodded, took a breath, lifted the curtain outside the door, pushed the door open and entered the room.
The room is very ordinary. The light is a little dim. In the room less than 10 Ping, there is a black wooden screen. In front of the screen, there is a wooden table of the same color. On the table, there are pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Behind the table, there is a chair, but it is empty.
Shangguan Qianmian frowns slightly. Just as he wants to ask, he hears a sound behind the screen. A woman in a dark red jacket comes out of the screen. The woman is not very old, and she is only about 40 years old. Her face is very white, and there are not many wrinkles. She looks very kind, and her hair is tied in a bun at random. Except for the string of red sandalwood beads on her neck, which is a bit Buddhist, she doesn't look like a fortune teller, or a God or a woman.
She looks at Shangguan Qianmian and smiles. When she looks at Leng Xiaoli, she is slightly stunned. Then there is a flash of surprise in her eyes, as if she is shocked by Leng Xiaoli himself or his presence here.
"That The continuous drizzle is you, isn't it? " The woman moved her eyes to Shangguan Qianmian and asked.
"Mm-hmm, it's me!" Shangguan Qianmian nodded. Continuous drizzle is the nickname she picked up when she left a message on that website.
"Sit down, please." The woman sat down in the chair behind the table, pointed to the bench in front of her and said.
Shangguan Qianmian took a look at Leng Xiaoli and sat down on the stool with his hand.
The woman glanced at the hand they were holding and frowned slightly.
"You want to be married by leaving words on the website, right? Do you want to count your marriage with the one around you? " Asked the woman.
Shangguan Qianmian took a look at Leng Xiaoli, nodded and asked with a smile, "what's your name, please?"
"My name is Ruan. You can call me Ruan Niang." The fortune teller said faintly.
Shangguan Qianmian nodded and said, "Hello Ruan Niang, I want to calculate the marriage between him and me. Please give me some advice."
Ruan Niang shook her head and said, "no, no, no You don't need me to calculate your marriage. He should be very clear about it! "
Shangguan Qianmian was so surprised that he almost called out. He grasped Leng Xiaoli's hand and said in silence: "what did you say?"
Leng Xiaoli's face suddenly became a little shocked. At the same time, looking at Ruan Niang's eyes, she was more alert. "If you don't understand what I say, I think you and he should hear it very clearly. If he hasn't told you about himself now, I don't think you will come to me together, will you?" Ruan Niang's words are mysterious and ambiguous, which makes Shangguan Qianmian a little confused and a little frightened.
If she is referring to the things Leng Xiaoli can foresee in the future, isn't she right today!
Just startled, Leng Xiaoli suddenly said: "what do you mean, you can say it clearly!"
Ruan Niang didn't speak. She just picked up the pen on the table, dipped it in some ink, lowered her head, wrote a few words on the white paper in front of her, and then turned around and handed it to them.
Leng Xiaoli reaches out his hand to take it over and takes a glance. His face suddenly changes.
Shangguan Qianmian also hurriedly looked over, saw the above two words, then also instant heartbeat.There are two words "foreknowledge" on the white paper!
Shangguan Qianmian suddenly stood up and was about to tell Ruan Niang that what they asked was not marriage, but Leng Xiaoli's illness. But before he could speak, Leng Xiaoli gently tugged her.
Shangguan Qianmian just reflected that she was a little too excited, so she sat down again, adjusted her mood a little, and said, "I didn't expect that you would know so much."
Ruan Niang shook her head and said, "in fact, what I can know is only that. I know that there will be unusual people coming to me in recent days, but I didn't expect that there will be a prophet who hasn't appeared in decades."
"Not in decades? Do you mean there have been such people before? " Shangguan was a little excited again.
Ruan Niang looked at her, seemed to be a little hesitant, then said: "in fact, I should not have told you this, but Maybe I'll ask you something in the future, so even if I violate the master's instruction today, I'll make an exception and say a few more words to you. " Ruan Niang seemed to sigh, a touch of bitterness flashed on her face, and then continued to say: "there will be one prophet every 50 or 60 years. Some people have achieved a lot, but some are unknown. They have not even noticed that they have this ability in their whole life. At most, they think that the sixth sense is better than the average
people." "But those who are not aware of their own abilities are better, because the predictor's ability to predict the future is at the cost of their own vitality. The more they use their abilities, the shorter their life span will be. Therefore, those who are not aware of their own abilities can enjoy life and die."