He stood stiff and motionless. After a long moment, Gao Hesheng finally spoke.

"Master Xia Tian, can I really see my family again?" As he spoke, his lips quivered slightly, his voice involuntarily strained.

In Gao Hesheng's mind, the matter of his family had long become a fixed mindset, which was why he hadn't mentioned it to Xia Liang earlier. He had instinctively assumed that perhaps even Xia Liang couldn't divine something like this. But now, a single sentence from Xia Liang had rekindled his hope!

Gao Hesheng took a deep breath, struggling to calm his emotions. It took him a long time before he could slowly speak.

"When I was young and foolish, I climbed onto a train. Not long after, that railway line was abandoned. What could a child of just a few years old do, other than hopping trains? Here in Qingyun City, I cried for help to no avail. So many years have passed that my memories have blurred. I simply can't remember where home is."

Gao Hesheng murmured softly, his voice tinged with bitterness. Then, he looked at Xia Liang earnestly.

"Master Xia Tian, if you can truly help me find my long-lost family, I, Gao Hesheng, will be eternally grateful for your great kindness, Heavenly Master!"

Gao Hesheng stood up and gave Xia Liang a deep, solemn bow.

Xia Liang calmly accepted the bow. "I can only give you some clues. Whether you can find them is up to fate."

Gao Hesheng nodded quickly. This was already beyond his wildest hopes. He would be content if Xia Liang could give him even the slightest clue.

Xia Liang's eyes swept over Gao Hesheng. He had scanned him too quickly before; this time, he had to take a proper look.

Just then, an image flooded his mind. Xia Liang closed his eyes, and the scene began to play.

...

In the vision, Gao Hesheng was only three or four years old. He was with an adult, who appeared to be his father. They were on a large mountain, squatting before a grave and burning joss paper.

The young Gao Hesheng pointed up the mountain. "Daddy, who lives in that little house up there?"

"That's the Mountain God Temple. Our mountain is called Li Meng Mountain, and legend says immortals once emerged from it. During festivals, the village chief leads all the villagers to the Mountain God Temple to pray for favorable weather."

Gao Hesheng's father explained with a smile. The young Gao Hesheng then pointed to a river at the base of the mountain.

"Daddy, why is there more water in the river during the Qingming Festival?"

"That river is called the Xin River. Its waters rise every Qingming Festival without fail. We must live our lives like the Xin River, always keeping our promises. Understand?"

The young Gao Hesheng nodded, only half-understanding. The scene then shifted to the moment he climbed onto the train. He rode it south, all the way to Xihong City. Xia Liang memorized the scene and opened his eyes.

...

After a long pause, Xia Liang finally spoke slowly. "The specifics of what I can see aren't clear enough to give you a precise location. North of Qingyun City, there is a mountain called Li Meng Mountain. On it sits a small Mountain God Temple. If you can find this mountain, you'll naturally remember many things once you're there. Oh, right. Beneath the mountain, there's also a river called the Xin River, where the water rises every Qingming Festival."

Hearing this, Gao Hesheng frowned slightly. He was over forty now and had completely forgotten about it. Still, knowing the location would make things much easier.

Just then, a tourist's voice cut in. "Li Meng Mountain? Isn't that the mountain next to our county?"

Gao Hesheng was stunned. He shot up and asked, "Young man, where is this mountain?"

The tourist smiled and replied, "It's just north of Qingyun City, probably four or five hundred kilometers away."

Gao Hesheng was overjoyed. "Young man, could you take me there?"

The tourist was momentarily taken aback, then nodded. "As it happens, I'm heading back to the county town today. I can give you a lift."

Gao Hesheng nodded and turned to Xia Liang, bowing deeply once more. "Master Chu, when I find my family, I will be sure to repay you generously!"

Gao Hesheng looked at Xia Liang with excitement in his eyes. After all, if Xia Liang could divine something as specific as this small mountain with such accuracy, there was a ninety-percent chance that place was his hometown. If he found his hometown, could his family be far behind?

Seeing the urgency on Gao Hesheng's face, Xia Liang waved his hand, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Look how anxious you are. Go on. If my calculations are correct, you should be able to meet your family before today is over."

Gao Hesheng nodded eagerly and bowed deeply to Xia Liang one last time. Only then did he leave with Qian Donglai and the driver. Xia Liang watched their retreating figures and chuckled softly.

At this point, none of the surrounding tourists dared to underestimate Xia Liang anymore.

"Hey, little Master, could you make it a bit cheaper?"

"Yeah, one point for one divination, that's too..."

"Master, count me in! I have a point right here!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Me first! I'll pay two points to jump the queue, hehe..."

"Don't cut in line! You think you can do whatever you want just because you have money?"

"Heh, having money means I *can* do whatever I want..."

...

Xia Liang gave a slight smile. "Don't rush. One at a time!"

Two hours passed quickly. Those without money stood to the side, watching Xia Liang with envy, while those who had their fortunes told left, fully satisfied. In their eyes, that one-yuan fee was a real bargain!

Besides Gao Hesheng and Qian Donglai, Xia Liang had taken on twenty clients in those two hours. A few had even jumped the queue, offering at least twenty thousand yuan in divination fees.

Another Three Cent in the bag. Sweet!

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