Chapter 42 Little Immortal, Let Me See Him

A tremendous fear gripped Mrs. Chen instantly.

Son, her precious son!

At that moment, she disregarded all decorum and suspicion, and ignored the gazes gathered around her.

His legs went weak, and he knelt directly in front of Shen Yuepo's simple stool.

"Master! Little immortal! Please save my son!" Mrs. Chen's voice suddenly rose, filled with sobs and unprecedented humility.

"I believe you! I believe what you say! Please tell me, my son... is there really something wrong with my son? How can we resolve this?"

And what about our belongings? Is there any chance of getting them back? Please, please show me the way! I'm willing to pay any price!

She was incoherent, and there was no trace of the elegance and grace of a jeweler's wife.

All that remained were a mother and wife, utterly devastated by fear and completely at a loss.

This sudden turn of events stunned the onlookers, and the whispers grew louder.

"Could this be a plant?"

"Doesn't look like a shill..."

Madam Shen, hiding behind the crowd, was so shocked that she covered her mouth, her eyes wide open behind her sunglasses.

Facing Mrs. Chen kneeling at his feet, pleading and crying, Shen Yuepo said, "Get up and speak."

Mrs. Chen was intimidated by her imposing manner and shakily let go of her hand.

She struggled to her feet, supporting herself on her knees, and looked at Shen Yuepo with pleading eyes.

“This item is called the ‘Soul-Attracting Bead’,” Shen Yuepo’s gaze returned to the sandalwood bracelet, “It’s not for warding off evil, but for attracting evil. It was made by a wicked monk from Southeast Asia.”

She lightly touched the bracelet with her fingertips, and Mrs. Chen felt a chilling coldness on her wrist.

"The items that were stolen from your home were not stolen, but rather taken remotely by the owner of these items. As long as this bead is not removed, the misfortune will not end, and the calamity that befell your son will also come to pass."

Mrs. Chen felt a chill run through her body, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

It turns out the thefts weren't caused by thieves at all; it was that damned expert from Southeast Asia who was behind it all!

It even implicated her son!

"Master! What...what should I do?! Should I throw it away right now? Smash it?!" She frantically tried to pull at the bracelet on her wrist.

"useless."

Shen Yuepo said calmly, "The aura has already been connected. Forcibly destroying it might anger the caster, causing them to accelerate the calamity."

Mrs. Chen's hand froze in mid-air, looking at Shen Yuepo in despair, "Then...then..."

"Take it down and place it on the ground," Shen Yuepo instructed.

Mrs. Chen quickly took off the bracelet as if it were a hot potato and placed it on the ground in front of Shen Yuepo's feet.

Shen Yuepo pointed his fingers and quickly drew several runes on the bracelet on the ground.

The movements were so fast that ordinary people couldn't even see them.

"break!"

With a sharp shout, the seemingly ordinary sandalwood bracelet suddenly trembled.

A wisp of black smoke suddenly drifted out from the gap in the bead, emitting a sharp screech that only Shen Yuepo could hear, before disappearing into the air without a trace.

The bead itself instantly lost its eerie, subtly flowing luster, becoming dull and lifeless, like an inanimate object.

"alright."

Shen Yuepo withdrew her finger.

"This object's evil nature has been broken; you may dispose of it as you see fit. The caster's connection to it has been severed, and they will suffer a backlash, unable to cause trouble again in the short term. Your lost items will reappear unexpectedly within three days. As for your son..."

She looked up and met Mrs. Chen's hopeful eyes:

"The flood has subsided, but it is still necessary to stay away from large bodies of water, especially for the next seven days. If you have a fish tank at home, you should move it away or empty it temporarily."

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! I will definitely do as I say! I will definitely keep a close eye on him!" Mrs. Chen nodded excitedly.

Seeing Shen Yuepo's posture just now, she now believed that he was a true master!

"Master, thank you! Thank you so much!" She hurriedly opened her expensive Hermès handbag and pulled out a thick wad of cash.

Seeing that the bag was thick enough to hold tens of thousands of dollars, and still feeling it wasn't enough, he pulled out all the cash and several bank cards from his bag and tried to stuff them into Chen Yuepo's hands.

"Take these first, and if it's not enough, just name the amount! I..."

Shen Yuepo raised her hand and gently blocked the way, taking only three thin hundred-yuan bills from the top of the stack of cash.

"Three hundred coins for the divination is enough," she said calmly.

Mrs. Chen was stunned. "Master? This...this won't do! You saved my son and even helped our family heirloom find its way back!"

Three hundred yuan? That's not even enough for her to have a cup of afternoon tea.

With a calm expression, Shen Yuepo casually put three hundred yuan into her faded old cloth bag.

Then he raised his cool, clear eyes and looked at the agitated Mrs. Chen:

"If you are truly grateful..."

She changed the subject, her tone still calm, but her words clearly reached Mrs. Chen and the surrounding crowd who had pricked up their ears:

"Three days later, the stolen item will be returned to your home. After the turmoil has subsided, you may take this item with you—"

Shen Yuepo's gaze swept over the string of sandalwood beads on the ground, now devoid of their evil aura and dull in color:

"Go to Xujing Temple on Qingfeng Mountain in Qingfeng Village and burn it down to eliminate the filth."

She paused, then added:

"Donating some sesame oil to repair the temple is also a good deed."

Mrs. Chen froze on the spot.

She had assumed the master would demand an exorbitant fee and was even prepared to go bankrupt.

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't ask for a penny, but instead pointed her in the right direction...

In a flash, she suddenly had a revelation.

The master is trying to make his Taoist temple famous.

A master who can easily break such evil magic, her Taoist temple must be no ordinary place.

Mrs. Chen nodded repeatedly with great excitement, her attitude one of utmost reverence:

"Yes, yes, yes. I will definitely go up the mountain in three days and donate more incense oil to help the Taoist priests repair the temples!"

She bowed deeply to Shen Yuepo, then took out a silk handkerchief to wrap up the string of broken beads and hurriedly left the overpass.

Madam Shen stood outside the crowd, her fingers gripping the bag strap tightly, unaware that her nails were digging deep into her palms.

She watched as more and more people on the overpass vied to ask Shen Yuepo for divination.

Seeing some people even taking out their phones to start filming, I suddenly felt a sense of disorientation—

Is this really her daughter?

A sharp, aching feeling suddenly welled up in Madam Shen's chest.

She truly knew nothing about her biological daughter...

She kept saying she wanted to make it up to her, but she never really understood her.

"Little deity, please take a look at me! Strange things have been happening in my house lately."

"Master, I arrived first! My mother is seriously ill; please show me the way!"

The crowd surged forward, completely surrounding the once quiet corner.

Shen Yuepo frowned and took a half step back, her back hitting the cold railing of the overpass. The smell of cheap perfume mixed with sweat hit her face.

"Only one divination will be performed today. Tomorrow at this time, in this position, three more divinations will be performed. First come, first served."

Ignoring the disappointed sighs and pleas of the crowd, Shen Yuepo began to pack up the simple stool and the signboard.

People unconsciously made way for her, yet they lingered, asking questions as if reluctant to let her go:

"Master, could you...?"

"If you really can't wait, you can go to Qingfeng Mountain in Qingfeng Village to observe the Xujing Temple."

Shen Yuepo paused, his gaze sweeping over the anxious faces. "Master Lin Yanxin is from the same sect as me, and his cultivation is profound."

As soon as these words were spoken, many people immediately began to inquire about the exact location and route to the Xujing Temple.

Shen Yuepo said no more, picked up his things, avoided the crowd that still wanted to gather around, and walked straight down the overpass.

"Moon Soul".

A woman's voice, choked with suppressed sobs, rang out.

Shen Yuepo turned her head and saw Madam Shen walking quickly toward her.

She took off her sunglasses and mask, revealing a pair of eyes that were clearly from crying.

She wasn't wearing a wide-brimmed hat, and her hair was slightly messy; she had lost all trace of the elegance of a noblewoman.

She rushed to Shen Yuepo and almost snatched the cardboard and small stool from her hands. "Are you tired? Mom... Mom will take you home."

Shen Yuepo looked at her disheveled appearance and the undisguised heartache and complex emotions in her eyes.

He paused for a moment, then did not refuse, letting her take the things and following her to the car.