<Time Flows Swiftly Like Flowing Water> submitted to fortune-telling and was curious about mysterious things, but when An Rugu said that there really was such a thing involved in this, she hurriedly said goodbye and left.

She didn’t want to face that kind of thing directly!

The elderly practitioners were arranged accommodations and were helped by the aunties in carrying their luggage. At the same time, Zhang Ling and her husband followed along to help settle them down.

An Rugu’s room was the first door on the second floor, not far from them, so everyone in the villa heard what An Rugu said to the little Daoist.

When they heard it, they were as a whole taken aback, and a strong sense of absurdity emerged in their hearts, thinking that An Rugu was joking.

How could An Rugu know that the other party was coming at three o’clock?

How could it be so specific?

The little Daoist also thought the same way. Looking up at An Rugu, his eyes widened, and he asked the question everyone wanted to ask, “Sister, how do you know this?”

An Rugu looked down at the little Daoist who only reached her waist, and there was a trace of surprise in her eyes, as if she was surprised that the other party asked this question, and directly asked, “Don’t you know?”

The question was thrown back, causing all the experts to look at each other, silent as if they were choked.

An Rugu’s expression and tone were too serious, without a hint of showing off, as if she was just wondering why they didn’t know, as if it was a matter of course.

A trace of embarrassment and apology spontaneously appeared in their hearts, and they began to doubt themselves.

Could it be that their own ability was really insufficient?

It took them a long time to come back to their senses, and they became a little angry from embarrassment. Why should they feel sorry for not knowing? How could there be such a powerful predictive technique in the world? If it really existed, the other party would be half-immortal!

No matter how you look at it, An Rugu was bluffing!

Zhang Ling’s family were outsiders, and they didn’t know the mysteries of predicting time. After hearing what An Rugu said, they were simply delighted. Now that they knew what time the other party would come, they would be mentally prepared.

Wang Jianguo scratched his head, glanced at the direction of An Rugu, and then at the direction of the elders, and made a decision, “The female ghost won’t come until three o’clock, so you can sleep first and cultivate your spirit to strengthen your abilities.”

The other elders: “…”

She was clearly just bluffing, how could this boss believe it!

But the little Daoist was facing An Rugu directly, and he keenly felt that the calm elder sister was not lying, and he believed eighty percent of An Rugu’s words.

“But why didn’t my master figure it out?” the little Daoist said to himself, then walked back to the side of the old Daoist, his eyes full of expectation, “Master, that elder sister said that the female ghost will come at three o’clock tomorrow morning. Is what she said true?”

As soon as the young Daoist finished speaking, everyone, including their hosts, turned their eyes to the old Daoist priest.

Especially Zhang Ling and his wife, they looked at the old Daoist priest with a respect that was not much different from the young Daoist.

Zhang Ling asked, “That’s right, Daoist Wen Yang, is that thing really coming at three o’clock tomorrow? Why didn’t you tell us before?”

If Zhang Ling was asked to choose the practitioner she was most confident about among this group of experts: it must be Daoist Wen Yang.

Daoist Wen Yang came from the No.1 Daoist temple in Nancheng, Qingfengguan. He had a good reputation and had once helped her friend solve her problems. Daoist Wen Yang was in his fifties this year, with half-white hair, wearing a Daoist robe, and a benevolent appearance—which fit all of Zhang Ling’s imagination of how a Daoist priest would be.

Daoist Wen Yang: “…”

Under the scorching gazes of everyone, Daoist Wen Yang fell into silence, pondered his words, and after struggling for a long time, he could only answer honestly, “I am not proficient in divination.”

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

When everyone heard this, they were inevitably a little disappointed, but after thinking about it, it was normal for practitioners to specialize.

The little Daoist who admired Daoist Wen Yang the most pursed his lips, suddenly a little disillusioned—how could his omnipotent master not even figure out such a trivial matter?

Seeing the young Daoist’s expression, the old Daoist felt ashamed and annoyed at the same time. He rubbed the little Daoist’s round face, feeling very speechless.

It wasn’t that he was weak, but that what the other party said was too mysterious, completely beyond his ability and cognition.

He thought about the hexagrams his friends who are proficient in divination usually calculated, and it seemed that they were never so accurate and specific.

Wang Jianguo seemed to think of something and turned his head to look at the astrologer. This was the person he personally invited—he knows the ability of the other party. This person was proficient in divination!

“Master, what do you think?” Wang Jianguo asked.

At this time, the astrologer picked up her crystal ball, stroking it like a baby, and a deep female voice came from under the hood, “The crystal ball gave me a picture, it looks like a tomb. I guess it is the tomb of the female ghost, as for when: I don’t know when the other party will come.”

“That’s all.”

Wang Jianguo asked around, but the experts were all vague. One thing gradually became clear: no one could calculate the specific time, except An Rugu.

Wang Jianguo clapped his hands and laughed. The image of An Rugu suddenly rose by countless levels in his heart, so he smoothed things over, “Then, do you plan to go to bed early like Master An, or keep vigil? Don’t worry, I will prepare tea and snacks for you if you plan to stay up, we absolutely will not neglect you.”

Almost all the experts were skeptical of An Rugu’s words—and for the sake of one million, they didn’t want to listen to An Rugu’s words.

What if the three o’clock time was merely a smoke bomb released by the competitor, but the female ghost didn’t come at that time at all, and instead the other party already solved it while they were all sleeping, then wouldn’t the one million fly away with wings?

After pondering for a while, everyone made a decision—stay and keep vigil.

So, most of the people tidied up their things and went to the sofa or the marble table downstairs to prepare for the exorcism ceremony.

The scene was really akin to the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their supernatural powers.

The old and young Daoists took out peachwood swords and charms from their luggage; the sorceress took out black donkey hooves, black dog blood, millet and other items… Even the most calm-looking monks recited scriptures.

I Livestream Divination to the World translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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T/N: That poor Daoist Wen Yang… And sometimes, I think the author forgets that they already gave a name to <Time Passes Swiftly Like Flowing Water> (ᅌᴗᅌ✿). It’s Xu Miao.