Sanqing Temple.

Zhang Shimian looked at Xuan Qingzi, who was still leisurely rocking back and forth in the recliner, and the veins on his forehead bulged: "Master, have you forgotten something?"

Xuan Qingzi: "Forgot? I haven't forgotten!"

He gently fanned himself with a palm-leaf fan and turned to look at him: "But you, do you still remember what I asked you to do in Batang Village?"

Zhang Shimian scratched his head, puzzled: "Didn't you tell me to go to Batang Village to find an opportunity?"

Xuan Qingzi's face darkened, and he slapped the palm-leaf fan on the boy's head: "Finding opportunities is secondary! I wanted you to see how the Jiang family is getting along with that child!"

"And what happened? You came back and didn't say a word, just like a gourd with its mouth sawed off!"

Zhang Shimin's head was knocked to the side by the slap, but a flash of inspiration struck him, and his expression changed drastically.

Holy crap!!

He really forgot!

He also said that when he saw Nan Yuanman and Jiang Lixuan in Batang Village, it felt like he had forgotten something!

"So... Master, you already knew about Nanmanyuan's existence?" Zhang Shimian covered his head, his eyes wide with astonishment as he looked at Xuan Qingzi.

Xuan Qingzi chuckled and remained silent. How could he not know? She was the one who had brought the person out of the coffin with Old Man Nan.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable; they held the key to that child's destiny...

"Why didn't you remind me when I called you, Master! If you had told me earlier, I would have brought him back to Sanqing Temple!" Zhang Shimian vigorously rubbed his hair.

“That Jiang family boy who came to pick her up treated her terribly. Shouting at her was the least of his worries; he was always putting down Yuanman.” Zhang Shimian recalled Jiang Lixuan’s attitude towards Nan Yuanman and felt terrible: “No, Master, I’ll go and bring Yuanman back to Sanqing Temple.”

"I'll take care of her!"

If Nan Yuanman joins the Sanqing Temple, he'll have a junior sister!

A cute and talented junior sister.

He wouldn't be mocked by those bastards, Longhu, for calling Sanqing Temple a Buddhist temple.

“If you had brought her back then, you would still have had a chance, but now… it’s too late.” Xuan Qingzi snorted coldly: “She has already returned to the Jiang family, and the Jiang family will not release her so easily.”

Zhang Shimian looked embarrassed: "Well... there was an unexpected accident."

He encountered a vengeful ghost as soon as he came down the mountain, and then Old Master Nan, that purple zombie, appeared. How could he possibly remember anything?!

"Never mind, it's all fate." Xuan Qingzi's expression was complicated. He sighed and said, "The Feng family has sent someone to look for me again. I have to go to the Feng family today."

"If it's going to be perfect, then I won't go. Could you please pass on a message to her for me?"

Zhang Shimian nodded: "Okay."

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The Jiang family.

After waiting on the living room sofa for several hours, Nan Yuanman couldn't sit still anymore, feeling like he had worms crawling on his bottom.

She fidgeted here and there, then finally got up, grabbed her small cloth bag, and trudged out of the villa. She plopped down by the small fountain, rested her chin on her hands, and looked towards the gate.

A passing maid looked at the small, lonely figure and couldn't help but feel some sympathy and pity for her.

"Is Miss Nan waiting for Madam and Young Master? That little figure looks so pitiful. I wonder when Madam and Young Master will be back."

"Sigh... Madam and Young Master are really something. They know it's Miss Nan's first time visiting our home, yet they didn't even offer to keep her company..."

"Shh! Don't gossip about the master's family. Be careful Chen Ma hears you, she'll complain to the madam! Then you'll lose your bonus!"

"It seems that Aunt Chen was fired by Butler Li today..."

As the crowd whispered among themselves, Qiu Shi, who was carrying a basket of dirty clothes, hesitated for a moment, then took out a few candies from her pocket, walked up to Nan Yuanman, and asked in a soft voice, "Miss, would you like some candy?"

Nan Yuanman, who was suppressing the little ghost that was rampaging in the small coffin, paused for a moment and looked up at the person who had come.

This is a young girl who is about twenty years old.

Qiu Shi subconsciously smiled at Nan Yuanyuan. Her cheeks were round and fleshy, and she had shallow dimples when she smiled, making her look kind and cute.

Nan Yuanman obediently thanked her, "Thank you, sister."

Qiu Shi was almost touched by Nan Yuanman's sweet and adorable smile. She restrained the urge to pinch and rub her cheeks and said with a smile, "You're welcome. If you like it, I'll bring you some more next time."

Nan Yuanman rummaged through his crossbody bag and pulled out a lucky charm, handing it to her: "A return gift, a lucky charm made by my grandfather."

"Sister, when you go to the party tonight, don't drink the wine your good friend pours for you!"

Qiu Shicai is in her early twenties, and her parents' palace is sunken and obscure. Her first half of life has been quite bumpy. Tonight she will face a life-threatening ordeal. If she survives this ordeal, she will live a peaceful and happy life from now on.

If we can't get through this...

She will soon follow in her parents' footsteps.

After giving the amulet to Qiu Shi, Nan Yuanman jumped off the edge of the fountain and walked back. She wanted to go back to her room and give the little devil a good talking-to.

How could you be so naughty!

By the time Qiu Shi realized what was happening, Nan Yuanman's figure had already disappeared. She clutched the amulet, feeling somewhat bewildered.

How could the young lady know that she had a party tonight?

As soon as Nan Yuanman returned to his room and closed the door, he opened the small coffin.

The little ghost she had trapped in the coffin immediately rushed out and ran rampant in the room, causing bottles and jars on the table to fall to the ground with a clatter, and the neatly arranged dolls to become crooked and twisted.

With a ferocious expression, she roared as she charged towards Nan Yuanman: "Kill... kill you!"

Nan Yuanman clenched his small fist and slammed it into her face, pinning her to the ground.

The little devil was so badly beaten that he saw stars and roared as he tried to bite her hand.

He was slapped again by Nanmanyuan.

The little devil was not convinced and kicked again.

Nan Yuanman blocked her foot and slapped her again.

After a few slaps, the little brat's eyes instantly cleared up. Nan Yuanman asked her angrily, "Aren't you calming down?"

Little devil: "..."

Imp: qAq

The little boy burst into tears, wailing loudly in a childish, shrill voice that pierced Nan Yuanman's ears: "It's so scary... Brother... Brother, save me..."

Nan Yuanman's eyes narrowed: "You have an older brother?"

broken!

Uncle Meng!

Nan Yuanman quickly put the little ghost into the coffin, then stuffed a piece of candy Qiu Shi had given her into her mouth to shut her up. She grabbed her handbag, turned around, and ran out.

On the other side.

In the speeding Maybach, Meng Qinian crossed his arms, lowered his eyelids, and stared at the middle-aged man sitting next to Meng Lei. He was wearing a yellow Taoist robe, round dark glasses, holding a compass, and had a mustache. He was resting with his eyes closed.

He glanced sideways at Meng Lei: "This is the master you paid a fortune to hire?"

The more I look at him, the more he seems like a conman from a TV drama.

Meng Lei glanced at the master beside him subconsciously, gestured for Meng Qinian to be quiet, and said in a low voice, "Yes, don't talk nonsense. Master Zhang was recommended to me by your Uncle Luo."

"It is said that he was trained at Longhu Mountain and has a lot of experience in these matters."

After much deliberation, Meng Lei still couldn't trust Nan Yuanman, simply because she was too young.

He doesn't look like he's very good at fighting.

So he asked his relatives and friends for help, and as soon as he got the master's contact information, he couldn't wait to invite him over.

Delay could lead to unforeseen consequences; he was also very afraid of dying.

At the same time.

Meng Family Villa.

Suddenly, a series of clanging and banging sounds rang out from the villa's attic. Ruan Yu, who was approaching with a basket full of snacks, paused slightly upon hearing the noise, a hint of fear appearing on her fair face.

She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and gently pushed open the door with her slightly trembling hand.

The attic door had just been pushed open when a dark, sinister figure flew in, radiating a chilling resentment. His withered, thin hand gripped Ruan Yu's neck tightly, his sharp nails digging into her flesh: "Where is my sister?"