Just as Yindang was intently observing the shop called “Master Wang, the Great Fortune Teller of the Hemp God”, he saw a middle-aged man in his forties rush inside.
“Hmm? This guy… such heavy energy. Looks like his luck’s been drained by someone recently,” Yindang muttered in surprise as the man appeared.
Curious, Yindang followed him into the shop.
The place wasn’t big. All sorts of strange trinkets hung on the walls — talismans labeled “Calamity-Dissolving Charm,” “Mistress-Breaking Charm,” “Good Luck Fortune Charm” and a bunch of other messy symbols.
Behind a small table sat an old Taoist priest, about fifty or sixty years old, with a sharp monkey-like face and a long goatee. Next to him stood a sleazy-looking young Taoist. The middle-aged man who had just come in sat across from th
