From the Start, I Read Fortunes and Took a Blade for the Dragon King of Jing River

On his first day after transmigrating into Journey to the West, Yuan Qing discovered that he had become a fortune-teller with a stall outside Chang’an’s west gate. Worse still, he could see when other people were going to die. Zhang Shao: Midnight tonight, drowning, Jing River. Wang Yuanwai: At noon in three days, falling, his own second-floor window. The Dragon King of the Jing River: Tomorrow, at 11:45 a.m., beheaded by Wei Zheng, the Celestial Recorder. Yuan Qing: ??? Wait, isn’t that last one a little ridiculous? That day at 11:45 a.m., Wei Zheng, the Celestial Recorder, dreamed he was wielding a blade. It fell upon Chang’an. But standing beneath it was a fortune-teller in an old Daoist robe. “This strike,” Yuan Qing said, looking up at the blade of the Heavenly Dao, “I’ll stop it.” Later, all three realms knew that there was a fortune-teller outside Chang’an’s west gate. His predictions came true, and he could stop them, too. Guanyin came to see him. The Jade Emperor sent someone to summon him. Even the Tathagata sent word through an intermediary. Yuan Qing merely waved a hand and smiled without showing his teeth. “This matter needs a little calculation.” This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.