Incidente Sobrenatural em Chengyang
Deixou a casa ainda jovem, tornou-se discípulo para aprender habilidades, enfrentou inúmeras provações, serviu ao país e realizou uma vida grandiosa! Depois de viver romances que desafiaram a morte repetidas vezes, descobriu que ambos se conheciam desde pequenos! Seria obra do destino ou apenas uma coincidência? A história lendária de um estudante medíocre que se tornou um mestre do Yin e Yang está contada em "Incidentes Sobrenaturais de Chengyang". O autor inclui uma seção interativa ao final de cada capítulo, convidando os leitores a fazer perguntas; ele promete responder a todas, sem segredos ou restrições.
Incidente Sobrenatural em Chengyang
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In a certain district of Chengyang City, located in the southern province of our country, there is a small antique shop called Suiyi Residence.
“Master, are you here?” A woman of about twenty-five or twenty-six entered. She wore a white blouse, a black skirt, and black flats. I pay little attention to brands and knew nothing of what she wore. Her stride was wide and firm, her footsteps loud, exuding the aura of a soldier—very much the archetype of a strong, independent woman. She strode to the table and slammed her palm down.
Seeing her imposing manner, I timidly asked, “You... you... what... what business... brings you here?”
She caught sight of my nervousness and secretly laughed. I could tell she was mocking me—a classic sneer at how a so-called master could be so intimidated that he stumbled over his words.
I coughed twice, then feigned solemnity. “Please, have a seat! It is truly an honor to have you visit this humble shop. May I ask what brings you here?”
She replied, “Master, my mother is ill, quite seriously. I’ve come to request a talisman from you.” Her words were clear and forceful.
I said, “Show me your hand, let me read your palm.”
She asked, “Do I need my palm read just to request a talisman?”
I replied, “Of course. Think about it—you are your mother’s child, as they say, ‘mother and daughter share a bond, flesh and blood are connected.’ Reading your palm isn’t out of place.”
She extended her left hand. I said, “Left for men, right for women. Please cooperate.” She stretched out her rig
