The old man observed and repeatedly said,
"Brother, don't be so hot-tempered, I haven't finished speaking yet."
"Please, enlighten me," Wu Xiaode said.
The old man swallowed his saliva and explained slowly,
"We fortune-tellers, in order to predict the fortunes and misfortunes of all beings, need to use birth information to calculate the initial configuration of a person—"
"To put it in terms you can understand, this birth information calculates a person's factory settings."
"Once the factory settings are known, we can understand how the body's seven emotions and six desires are structured and how they lead one's destiny, and from there, we can resolve matters—this is simple, right?"
"Your analogy is interesting. If that's the case, the body is indeed the soul's prison," Wu Xiaode said, joking with a smile.
His gaze revealed a trace of solemnity.
—The old man's words reminded him of the "Sin Prison."
He was likely not a swindler.
