"Heavenly Being, I've written a character. Please tell my fortune."
Someone stepped forward. They'd noticed the last person hadn't paid, and the old woman hadn't asked him to. That was why they'd come over. It seemed fortune-telling was free, so they might as well give it a try.
Lu Yin glanced at the character: "Wang." It was the man's surname.
"Your surname is also your wish, but in the end, you can't overcome the ties of blood."
"How can that be? I'm of the Wang family bloodline too."
"You're not."
"Impossible."
"When you contend for the position of family head, someone will use this to drive you out. You'll get nothing. Take a step back, and the world will open up before you."
"I don't believe you. I'm of the Wang family bloodline, and the position of family head is mine. My brother's just a wastrel. He knows nothing, and he hasn't got a clue about business. Why should he inherit it?"
Lu Yin said no more.
One after another, people wrote characters and asked Lu Yin to tell their fortunes. He saw lives of every kind. Some were born into wealth yet suffered countless misfortunes; others were born poor but enjoyed smooth sailing. Birth did not determine everything, and luck was only temporary. More than anything, he saw people refusing to accept their lot.
That was what drove them to strive, to stand firm, and to believe.
They might succeed or fail, but they never regretted their choices.
He also saw the wealthy and powerful doing good deeds. A few words of guidance from them could change the lives of everyone in a region.
He saw the dark lives of those who had committed every kind of evil, and casually eliminated them. Since they had appeared before him, that