The young woman didn't react immediately to Long Xiao's words.
After pondering for a while, she realized that what Long Xiao said made sense. Farmers naturally liked manure, and produce grown with farm fertilizer tasted the best.
The young woman was so mesmerized by Long Xiao's smooth talk that her eyes soon sparkled with adoration.
She took out her phone, ready to pay Long Xiao. Long Xiao pretended not to see it, keeping his eyes closed, maintaining his air of a wise master.
"Daoist priest, WeChat is fine. Please divine for me, I'll give you a hundred thousand, no, two hundred thousand."
Long Xiao took out his phone and quickly opened WeChat. Soon, the sound of two hundred thousand yuan arriving in his account could be heard.
The young people sitting nearby were stunned. They thought, "Are these ditzy women so easily fooled? If I had known this, I would have put on a Daoist robe myself."
Long Xiao glanced at his phone, then put it away with satisfaction. He said, "What do you want me to divine? But I must state upfront, I do not reveal heavenly secrets."
"Even if it's just some small matters, it's not revealing heavenly secrets," the young woman said with a smile.
The young woman asked Long Xiao to divine her love life. Long Xiao appeared somewhat hesitant. "Do you want to hear the good, or the bad?"
"Are there good and bad fortunes in divination?" the young woman asked.
Long Xiao nodded. "Yes. Usually, diviners only tell the good. I am not an ordinary diviner; I know both the good and the bad."
"Tell me everything, I can handle it," the young woman said.
Long Xiao nodded, asked for the young woman's birth date and time, and then began to count on his fingers.
Soon, Long Xiao stopped and said, "You are destined for a lot of romance. Many people pursue you, but none of them are sincere."
"Will I meet someone who genuinely pursues me?" the young woman asked.
Long Xiao nodded. "Yes, you will meet them next summer. Whether you can grasp the opportunity and cherish it, that depends on you."
The young woman looked thoughtfully at Long Xiao. "You're not tricking me, are you? Things about the future can only be known when they happen. How about you divine my past?"
Long Xiao nodded. "You have one more chance. This service concludes after this."
"Why only twice for me?" the young woman asked.
Long Xiao sighed. "This humble Daoist views money as dirt. I am a farmer. If there isn't enough dirt, the crops won't grow well."
The young woman said, "Alright, I'll give you a million yuan to divine for me ten times."
A middle-aged man sitting in the front row could no longer stand it and turned around, saying, "Madam, this fellow is a swindler."
The young woman glared at the middle-aged man. "You're the swindler! The Daoist priest is incredibly accurate."
Long Xiao looked at the middle-aged man. "Whether I'm a swindler or not, you'll know with a test."
"How do we test?" the middle-aged man asked.
"Extend your hand. Through your hand, I can see your physical condition," Long Xiao said.
"Are you a doctor or a Daoist?" the middle-aged man asked.
Long Xiao then called out, "Wu Liang Dao Zun," and held up his right hand, saying, "This humble Daoist is not a doctor. Whether you are ill or not, I can tell from your palmistry."
Before the middle-aged man could extend his hand, the young woman offered hers. "Daoist priest, please tell me what illness I have."
The young woman's hand was soft and boneless. As Long Xiao took her hand, a faint flow of Yin-Yang energy entered her body, and her internal condition appeared in Long Xiao's mind.
Outwardly, she appeared radiant, but internally, every single organ was afflicted with illness. While these ailments were not life-threatening, the young woman suffered from them daily.
"You have a cyst in your liver, and your lungs had an inflammation in the past. After treatment, calcified spots remained..."
Long Xiao listed a series of ailments, leaving the young woman dumbfounded.
She was astonished that Long Xiao had mentioned all the illnesses she had been diagnosed with at the hospital.
The middle-aged man looked at the dazed young woman. "Did this swindler guess correctly?"
The young woman nodded. "He got everything right. It's impossible to guess this accurately; he must be able to divine it."
"You aren't in cahoots, are you? How about you divine for me? If you can guess correctly, I'll believe you're not a swindler," the middle-aged man said, extending his hand.
Long Xiao shook his head. "This humble Daoist has learned profound skills. Not only can I divine illnesses, but I can also treat them with Daoist talismans. However, this humble Daoist views money as dirt. I am a farmer..."
The middle-aged man interrupted Long Xiao. "I understand. If you guess correctly, I'll give you a hundred thousand. If you can cure my illness, I'll give you a million."
Long Xiao took the middle-aged man's outstretched hand and quickly discovered that the man not only had nodules in his lungs but also an enlarged heart with inflammation.
"You have nodules in your lungs; they are not a major issue. What affects your health is the enlarged heart. If you get checked at the hospital now, they should be able to diagnose myocarditis."
The middle-aged man was also taken aback. What Long Xiao said was exactly the same as his hospital check-up. He was currently in Hong Kong specifically to treat his myocarditis.
"You're absolutely right. How did you know?" the middle-aged man asked the same question again.
"This humble Daoist divined it. This humble Daoist views money as dirt. I am..."
Long Xiao's words were once again interrupted by the middle-aged man. "WeChat. I'll transfer a hundred thousand to you first."
Long Xiao accepted the hundred thousand and was about to rest when the middle-aged man asked, "Daoist priest, can you really cure illnesses?"
"Of course, I can. I have both talismanic water and elixirs. I can cure your illness by any method."
The middle-aged man thought for a moment. "Let's use the elixir. I feel a bit uneasy about being treated with talismanic water."
Long Xiao took out a small bottle from his pocket and poured out a pill the size of a soybean. "Take this medicine, and the shortness of breath caused by your myocarditis will disappear completely."
The middle-aged man reached out to take the pill, but Long Xiao retracted his hand. "This humble Daoist views money as dirt..."
The middle-aged man quickly took out his phone. "One million. I'll pay first, then take the medicine."
After transferring a million yuan to Long Xiao, the middle-aged man took the pill, examined it carefully for a moment, and then swallowed it.
A coolness spread throughout his body. The pain in his heart, which had been constant, instantly subsided. Years of suffering from illness had made the middle-aged man feel that life was worse than death.
His illness had recurred for more than three years. Each time it was treated, it would relapse within a few months. He had been to major hospitals in Beijing. Doctors had told him that if it kept recurring like this, he would eventually suffer cardiac arrest and lose his life.
"My illness is really cured! It's incredible, like an immortal elixir!" the middle-aged man exclaimed, happily rubbing his chest.
The young woman stared at the middle-aged man with wide eyes, finding it hard to believe him. In hospitals, no treatment, not even for a common cold, worked that quickly; it usually took days of medication to get better.
"Daoist priest, what kind of medicine is yours? Is it an immortal elixir?" the young woman asked.
Long Xiao shook his head. "It's not an immortal elixir. This is an elixir I refined using my innate true fire. Its medicinal effects are extremely potent, and the illness is cured upon administration."
At this point, Long Xiao looked at the young woman and saw that she was listening intently. He continued, "Of course, the time it takes to see results depends on your condition. Some difficult-to-treat illnesses require several pills to be cured. For a condition like his, which is easy to treat, it's cured immediately upon taking the medicine."