Fortune Telling
In the morning, the breath was very cold.
In the alley, the door of the courtyard had never been opened.
In the courtyard, an old man with sparse hair was sitting cross-legged on a dust-stained pad, and there was no one beside him.
The herb field still exuded a faint and refreshing fragrance.
However, at this moment, the old man did not pay attention to the herb field but looked at the silver stone in front of him faintly.
A lion pattern was carved on the stone.
There were also two lines of ancient texts from the age of mythology.
The old man took it seriously.
After not moving for dozens of minutes, his mouth murmured, "Knowing the past events in this life, and the surname is left on the Stone of Three Lives. It's unknown who she will be in the next life, one bowl of soup to forget the events of the past three lives."
This was exactly the meaning of the words on the stone.
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