"All done." Su Xun let out a sigh of relief. He smiled at the old man beside him, who looked nervous. "Your grandson was just startled. He'll be fine after a good sleep."
The old man was full of gratitude and then asked how much the reward should be.
Su Xun glanced at the old man's living environment and hesitated for a moment. "Ten yuan will do."
"Ten yuan?" The old man could hardly believe his ears.
Su Xun nodded.
Master had said that too much wealth was not a good thing for them.
However, when he took the bus back to the shop, he was inevitably nagged at by Wang Lei again.
"I'm not kidding. When you go out, you should at least charge a thousand or eight hundred yuan, right? Ten yuan? Brother, we need to eat."
Su Xun gave an embarrassed smile.
He knew that so far, all the money they had used was earned by Wang Lei.
"I told you to worship a master, not to be one. You really think of yourself as a saint." Wang Lei looked extremely annoyed.
Five years had passed since Zhao Chengyang disappeared.
That night, he saw two grim - looking ghost messengers. They rushed in and then rushed out in a hurry.
They found nothing.
It seemed that Zhao Chengyang had planned everything in advance. He even asked a familiar customer in advance to help transfer the ownership of the shop to Su Xun.
Wang Lei was first surprised and then excited. In his opinion, this was like a pie falling from the sky. In the past, with Master around, he was a bit more restrained when coaxing people to buy those wooden plaques and statues. In recent years, Wang Lei's actions had become even more exaggerated. He could sell a statue that still smelled of paint for five thousand yuan.
When Su Xun criticized him, he just shook his head. "You don't understand. People who pray to gods just want peace of mind. The more expensive I sell, the more at ease they'll really be."
Su Xun envied him a little. Wang Lei had never seen those supernatural things.
But he dressed more like a Taoist priest than himself. He was full of all kinds of professional terms and always made those people look dumbfounded.
Su Xun didn't expect that he and Wang Lei would eventually go their separate ways.
Wang Lei wanted to sell this shop to start a company. He talked excitedly about his future plans and then smiled at Su Xun. "Don't just listen. We're brothers. What's mine is yours. Sell the shop. Let me tell you, the big boss who takes a fancy to this location is rich! Sell the shop and come with me. I'll give you at least this much a month!"
Looking at the hand Wang Lei waved, Su Xun felt a bit dazed. Wang Lei had changed a lot in these years, making him feel both familiar and strange.
He said no to Wang Lei for the first time.
Wang Lei was shocked at first, then tried to persuade him, and finally shouted at him.
That day, they settled all the accounts. Wang Lei angrily packed his luggage and left. He even spat on the ground before leaving.
Only then did Su Xun understand the meaning of what Master had said at that time.
Do people really have a pre - ordained fate?
It was a pity that he couldn't ask Master anymore.
Master seemed to have vanished into thin air. He also tried the methods taught by Master to find Master's ghost, but every attempt ended in failure.
There was only one possibility for this situation, which was that Zhao Chengyang's soul had scattered.
After Wang Lei left, Su Xun looked at the deserted shop. He was used to staying here. Or rather, he had no home.
More importantly, Master had entrusted the shop to him, and he had to guard it. This was his habit. He believed that one should fulfill what they promised, which was also something Wang Lei couldn't understand.
Thinking of Wang Lei, Su Xun felt a bit melancholy. Several times, Wang Lei had sold fakes to others. If he hadn't secretly gone to deal with the aftermath, those families might have ended up in ruins.
But it was also good that he left. It was better than suddenly getting entangled in some troublesome things one day.
Su Xun habitually walked into the inner room, lit an incense stick in front of Master's memorial tablet, and then another in front of Grand Master's memorial tablet.
How did he end up becoming a Taoist priest out of the blue?
"Boss."
Su Xun's train of thought was interrupted. He tidied his clothes a little and stepped out of the inner room.
A nervous - looking man sized him up and then peeked behind him.
Su Xun also turned around, but he saw nothing.
"Excuse me, young man. Is your master here?"
Su Xun understood. This man had mistaken him for a handyman. He shook his head. "I'm the master here."
The man looked at him suspiciously for a while and muttered, "I heard there was a powerful master in this shop. It's just another scam!" With that, he was about to walk out.
Su Xun frowned as he watched the man about to step out of the shop.
"Friend, you have so much yin energy on you. If you don't deal with it, you're likely to have an accident."
The man stopped his about - to - step - out leg and then turned back to look at Su Xun. After a long while, he said, "You, you really know?"
Su Xun nodded.
The man's surname was Zhao, named Zhao Qiankun. Recently, he had been troubled by a thorny problem.
Like many families, Zhao Qiankun worked hard. His parents from his hometown had also saved some money for him. Then Zhao Qiankun bought a second - hand house on the outskirts of the city. Although it was a second - hand house, the furniture inside was all very new. The real - estate agent also said that all the things would be given away, and the price was much lower than the market price.
Zhao Qiankun naturally knew that there must be something wrong with such a low - priced house. So he asked the agent, and the agent didn't hide it. He just told him that it was a haunted house where someone had died.
Zhao Qiankun was brave, and he didn't believe in ghosts and gods. In his words, poverty was scarier than ghosts.
In order to have a house as soon as possible and then get married and have children, Zhao Qiankun only thought about it for two days before paying the deposit.
But as soon as he moved in, strange things started to happen.
He either heard someone talking in his ear while sleeping or the lights in the toilet would turn on and off by themselves. The worst part was that several times, when Zhao Qiankun woke up groggily, he found that he was sleep - walking! He was standing on the balcony.
Realizing what had happened, Zhao Qiankun was scared out of his wits. He began to be afraid, so he started asking people for information.
"That damned agent said that several people had died in the house, but he didn't say that they didn't die together. One person died as soon as they moved in!" Zhao Qiankun slapped his thigh. "I went to find him, but that agent had already run away! The real - estate agency said that this person was a part - time worker!"
Su Xun looked at the dejected Zhao Qiankun. "Why don't you just move out?"
"Move out?" Zhao Qiankun widened his eyes. "Do you know that my parents emptied their life savings for me to buy this house, and I also spent all my savings. If I move out, where can I go?"
Su Xun sighed. Sometimes, it was really true that poverty was scarier than ghosts.
"I'll go and have a look with you." He got up and started packing his things.
Fortunately, he had followed Zhao Chengyang to deal with haunted houses twice before. It shouldn't be a big problem.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
