Fortune-Telling at My Street Stall: Mr. Gu, Your Fate Is Missing Me

The founding master of Tianyi Temple, the greatest prodigy of the Xuan Sect in the cultivation world, was struck dead by heavenly lightning just as she was about to ascend. She was reborn in the body of an orphan girl in the mortal world who shared her name. Not only had she lost her cultivation, she had barely any merit to her name and could hardly afford the rent. Shi Xia: ??? There was no choice. To regain the Dao and ascend, the old master had to earn merit by reading fortunes and faces and improve her cultivation. And so, the venerable founder of Tianyi Temple spent her days in the park, drawing talismans, reading faces and fortunes, catching ghosts, and exorcising demons. Any good deed that earned merit was part of the old master’s business. Her business kept expanding, and her fame spread far and wide, even becoming the stuff of legend at the National Special Investigations Bureau. From bizarre cases of the dead rising to haunt people, cursed child dolls, and cross-border fraud, from murderers who abused cats and dogs to retired old ladies who trafficked children, from haunted old houses and mysterious ancient tombs to dark sorcery and curses, and strange occurrences in luxury homes, the more fortunes she read, the more sinister things became. In the end, she discovered that someone seemed to be secretly orchestrating all these strange events... While the dispassionate Shi Xia busied herself with fortune-telling, earning merit, and cultivation every day, the fabulously wealthy Second Master Gu offered her his entire fortune. “Honey, I heard dual cultivation is good for your health. How about we spend the night together?”