Fortune Teller Master

Jagger looked at Lin Qingyin pleadingly with blue eyes: “Master Lin, I heard from Jiang that you are super powerful in fortune-telling. Can you tell me where those precious things are?”

Lin Qingyin listened for a long time, and then she understood the last two sentences. Speaking of which, she was stared at by Li Yanyu every day to learn English when she was in high school, and she also spent 100,000 yuan to learn English from Yang Dashuai for a year. Saying her English was not good, but she can speak all the English texts in the book with good diction, just like listening to audio. In addition, she can also make various types of English test questions, but her English level was limited to the test. She can’t communicate with people in English. It would be better if Jagger’s listening level was up to the standard, but his narration was mixed with slang and some words sounded like mosquito noise in her ears.

Lin Qingyin gave Jiang Nanzhou a heavy look, and reached out and poked him: “You brought this person, you are responsible for explaining to me, what this bellflower(Jiegeng) means to say?”

Jiang Nanzhou scratched his hair helplessly: “It’s Jagger, not bellflower.”

Lin Qingyin wiped her face depressedly: “Just tell me what bellflower said.”

Jiang Nanzhou repeated what Jagger said: “These two medals are very rare, especially the Victoria Cross. It’s very important to their family, and they especially want to find these things.”

Lin Qingyin took out the tortoiseshell: “Let me take a look at it.”

Speaking of which, this is the farthest hexagram calculated by the little master, and it was halfway across the earth.

Because the distance was too far, for the sake of safety, Lin Qingyin repeated the hexagrams eight times in a row this time. The result of the combination of the hexagrams and images gradually became clearer. Lin Qingyin, as the headmaster of the Divination Sect, has a very accurate intuition. When she sees the combined hexagram, she knows that her hexagram was not wrong.

“Your great-grandfather’s house has three rooms, right?” Lin Qingyin touched the tortoiseshell and sensed the information given by the hexagram. “In front of the house was a beautiful garden, and behind it was a mountain.”

Jagger’s eyes lit up in surprise when he heard this. He always thought that Jiang Nanzhou’s introduction to Lin Qingyin was too bizarre. He didn’t expect that she only shook the coin a few times to tell what his great-grandfather’s house looked like.

“My God, you’re right, you are indeed the great fortune-telling master of China. You’re amazing. There is indeed a mountain behind my great-grandfather’s house. The mountain is very dense. He likes to go up there and explore. Could it be that he hid his medals on the mountain? It will be hard to find them, and people might have picked them up long ago.” Jagger shook his head in annoyance: “My great-grandfather can’t hide them in the garden, he doesn’t like fairy tales.”

Lin Qingyin ignored Jagger’s words and continued according to the results shown by the hexagram: “Your grandfather’s favorite place to stay in the house is his study located in the southeast of the house. There is an old-fashioned bookcase in the study, and the hexagram shows what you are looking for is right under the bookcase.”