After eating the noodles with a frown, Lin Qingyin washed the dishes and looked at her watch. Seeing that it was only 9:00, she decided to go to the building with many books in her memory and look around to see if there were books about numerology.

Lin Qingyin's family lived in the old city, which a bit far from the bookstore. It takes at least 10 bus stops. Lin Qingyin sat on the bus and looked at the moving scenery out of the window. Only a thousand years had passed, but people now ride a carriage that can go up to the sky and go down the sea. They almost know everything in this era. Probably, their knowledge in numerology also leaped unimaginably.

After getting off the bus, Lin Qingyin walked into the bookstore. The cool air immediately surrounded her whole body, driving the summer heat away. In her memory, this thing that can cool the surrounding was called air conditioner. It was a machine that most families use to adjust the daily temperature in their surroundings. But Lin Qingyin's family doesn't have this kind of thing because her family was too poor.

The bookstore has a total of seven floors, there were so many books inside. Lin Qingyin walked around for an hour, but she still didn't find the books she wanted to read. She closed her eyes and tried to retrieve the original owner's memory, but she found out that she has no impression of numerology.

At this moment, a man who looked fat in his early thirties passed by Lin Qingyin. He was holding a mobile phone in his hand and talking on the phone despite being stared by others: "I'm in the bookstore! What are you saying? Why can't I buy books? I'm telling you, fortune-telling is also part of science, it's not like those other professions that fool people."

Lin Qingyin immediately put the book in her hand back on the bookshelf and followed behind the man. After turning for 7 or 8 turns, she raised her head and looked at the bookshelf with seemingly mysterious titles. A trace of joy flashed in her eyes.

The fat man put the phone in his pocket, took out a book from the bookshelf, frowned, and looked at it. After a while, he put it back with some frustration: "Classical Chinese, I can't read it."

Three meters away from him, Lin Qingyin also regretfully put the book back on the shelf, took another one, and quickly read again.

Looking at the content of the book like a child's enlightenment reading, Lin Qingyin was full of doubt. Everything in this world made huge progress, how can numerology regress so much? The content of these books, not to mention, even the outside disciples of the divination school knew more than this. Did the inheritance of knowledge in numerology was cut off?

"Well, this book is good." The fat man finally found a book that picked his interest. He laughed with joy as if he found a treasure. Lin Qingyin's heart was moved. She took a glance at his book and found out that it was a translated version of the great vernacular, which was illogical and full of errors. Lin Qingyin gave the fat man an indescribable look.

"What are you looking at? Do you know this?" The fat man raised his chin and said to Lin Qingyin, then shook his head: "This is a treasure passed down by great ancestors. As long as I master this, I can count the auspicious and inauspicious events. This profound matter is not something that ordinary people like you can understand."

Lin Qingyin looked at the book in his hand and chuckled lightly: "In that case, I will give you divination. I think you will have a bloody catastrophe today. Be careful to hurt your forehead."

"How can a child talk like this, believe it or not, I can beat you easily when you go out?" The fat man just finished scolding, when suddenly, his mobile phone rang in his pocket. He no longer has the heart to talk to Lin Qingyin, he pulled out his phone and yelled: "Hey, what's the matter?"

"There's a job?" The fat man's eyes lit up, his voice lowered involuntarily. He even covered his mouth while speaking: "What is it? A woman wanted to know her daughter's fortune? Great, you help me hold her, I'll come immediately and give you 50 yuan when things are done."

After hanging up the phone, the fat man winked at Lin Qingyin and said with pride: "See, this thing can bring you money, don't think I'm just playing with you!" After he finished talking, he put the book back on the shelf and rush outside.

Lin Qingyin remembered that she walked around for 2 hours this morning, but she didn't encounter business, so she turned around and followed the fat man. She wanted to see what skills he had in fortune-telling.

The fat man's fortune-telling place was not far from the bookstore. From the nearby alley, he walked around for about 7 to 8 minutes to a street that was not too wide. On both sides of the street, some old houses and stalls sell some mats and hats. Some were selling cups and bowls, and some of them doing small jobs. The fat man was the only one fortune teller in this street: "Master!"

Seeing the fat man came back, the hawker who has been chatting with an aunt for a long time finally felt relieved. He hurriedly waved at him: "Master Wang, you finally came back. This elder sister is looking for a fortune teller."

'Master Wang' immediately changed the atmosphere around him and posed like a real master. He walked steadily and said: "You are looking for me to make divination?"

The aunt looked at the fat man suspiciously, she was somewhat uneasy: "Can you?"