As the night deepened, the ancient mansion was shrouded in darkness, with only the flickering candlelight and curling smoke in the mourning hall.

In this quiet environment, Hua Qingcheng stood quietly beside Xuantian, and the two of them talked quietly. Her eyes would occasionally fall on the offerings and incense placed in the mourning hall, and the fear in her heart gradually dissipated.

Xuantian was concentrating on the ritual. His voice was low and solemn, and every movement he made carried a sense of sacred ritual, which made people feel awe.

After holding the magic tool for several hours, Hua Qingcheng's hands were sore. Finally, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "Master, why do you take so long?"

Xuantian tilted his head slightly, glanced at Hua Qingcheng calmly, and then lowered his voice to explain: "The longer the time, the more money you make."

Hua Qingcheng's mouth twitched slightly when she heard this, and she muttered to herself, "I thought you were some kind of noble and upright Taoist priest, but now you are like this..."

Xuantian's majestic image collapsed in Hua Qingcheng's heart in an instant.

Hua Qingcheng slowly picked up the incense beside her and joined Xuantian in offering sacrifices. She closed her eyes and prayed silently, hoping that the deceased, considering her presence at the funeral, would bless her with prosperity and a beautiful man...

Xuantian didn't care about Hua Qingcheng's complaints. He continued to perform the ritual with full concentration.

After all, fortune-telling and performing rituals were Xuantian's specialties. Now that he was in another world, if he didn't work, how would he get the money to pick up girls and live a carefree life?

The entire mourning hall was filled with a solemn atmosphere, and time passed quietly.

As Xuantian chanted and performed the ritual, Hua Qingcheng gradually immersed herself in it, feeling an inexplicable tranquility. Although everything here had frightened Hua Qingcheng at first, now that Xuantian was here, she was no longer afraid.

Waiting at the main hall door, the deceased's son and daughter-in-law watched as Hua Qingcheng and Xuantian, illuminated by candlelight, appeared remarkably solemn and reverent. Standing before the coffin, they muttered something, seemingly communicating with the deceased, their faces solemn. Their movements were light and graceful, as if they were performing an ancient and sacred ritual.

The two of them couldn't help but respect Master Zuo more and more, who was quite famous at such a young age. They thought that he must have extraordinary abilities and profound cultivation skills to be able to complete this ritual so solemnly.

At dawn, when the ritual ended, Xuantian breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He turned to look at Hua Qingcheng and found that she was looking at him with a strange look, and a trace of doubt could not help but surge in his heart.

Hua Qingcheng looked at Xuantian and suddenly felt that it was not easy for this Taoist priest to earn a few taels of silver. After all, he had been awake all night, reciting those strange scriptures. If she really became rich in the future, she would just give him a little bit of money from her fingers...

"Thank you, Taoist Zuo!" At this time, the deceased's son, who was kneeling outside the mourning hall, kowtowed to Xuantian and expressed his gratitude. His voice was full of gratitude, and people could feel his deep respect for Xuantian.

Xuantian nodded slightly and instructed: "Guard the spirit well. There will be two more ceremonies tonight and tomorrow night, and the funeral will be held the day after tomorrow."

"Yes, Taoist priest." The deceased's son and daughter-in-law said in unison.

Seeing Xuantian walking out of the mourning hall, Hua Qingcheng glanced at the old man lying in the coffin, then hurriedly got up and left.

"Master, wait for me!"

Hua Qingcheng saw Xuantian come to the yard after leaving the mourning hall and got into the van. Seeing this, she hurriedly opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.

"Why are you following me?"

Xuantian had just fastened his seatbelt when he noticed a woman beside him. Although God had sent him to another world to experience love, the woman before him was not suitable.

"Master, you haven't told me yet which direction to go to get rich and meet a handsome man?" Hua Qingcheng held the steering wheel with both hands, preventing Xuantian from driving.

Xuantian held his forehead helplessly and said perfunctorily: "Hua Qingcheng, let nature take its course, what is yours is yours.

However, Hua Qingcheng obviously did not buy Xuantian's account. After she let go of the steering wheel, she also fastened her seat belt like Xuantian.

Although the original owner had been slacking off for the past sixteen years, it didn't mean she was stupid. On the contrary, she had a strong learning ability.

Seeing that more and more guests came to the host's house and more and more eyes were looking at him, Xuantian stepped on the accelerator, drove the van out of the yard, and continued driving forward for about 5 minutes, stopping only after he was far away from the old house.

After parking the car, Xuantian took off his Taoist robe and wig, revealing his short and neat hair, as well as his white T-shirt, jeans and sneakers.

"Master, you, you, you...what are you doing?" Hua Qingcheng stared in amazement at Xuantian who was changing clothes in front of her without any hesitation.

More importantly, when this man was wearing a Taoist robe, she felt more familiar with him, but now after changing his clothes, he seemed very unfamiliar.

Xuantian glanced at Hua Qingcheng and said leisurely, "If I drive while wearing this robe, the traffic police ahead... the patrol officers will chase me and fine me!"

"So that's how it is..." Hua Qingcheng nodded.

At this moment, the phone in Xuantian's pocket rang: "Zhi Fu Bao has arrived, 30,000 yuan!"

Xuantian took out his phone from his pocket and took a look at it, then nodded with satisfaction, "This owner is quite generous."

"Master, is 30,000 yuan a lot? Is it equivalent to 30,000 taels in our Laifeng country?" Hua Qingcheng looked at Xuantian with a smile on his face and asked in confusion.

Xuantian rolled his eyes speechlessly. "You earn 30,000 taels from a ritual. Do you think you can rob me? One penny in Laifeng Country is equivalent to one yuan here, and one tael of silver is equivalent to one thousand wen. Do the math yourself!"

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