He took out eight copper coins again.
The Divine Calculator tossed the copper coins onto a tortoise shell, murmuring incantations. Before long, his body trembled, his face turned pale, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. With a loud shout, he suddenly grabbed the copper coins, laid them flat in his palm, examined them closely, then looked at Ding Ling and said:
"Master, I have done my best."
"Speak."
"The source of this power lies in a person. However, this person's cultivation is as vast as the heavens. I dare not continue calculating; if I do, I fear I might die immediately!"
"Oh?"
Ding Ling said thoughtfully:
"In that case, forget it."
In this world, aside from the Divine Calculator before him, Mud Bodhisattva was also exceptionally skilled in fortune-telling and fate reading.
But Ding Ling had never met the Mud Bodhisattva.
