Brother Wuhua is dead.

Master Tianfeng did not explain the reason to the monks of Shaolin Temple, but only instructed them to give Wuhua a proper burial.

The monks could tell that Wuhua had committed suicide by poison. Although they didn't understand, they didn't pursue Chu Liuxiang's responsibility. Since Wuhua had committed suicide, they could only bury him in an ordinary way.

Yan Liang listened to the temple's arrangements and assisted from the side. As he watched the soil gradually bury Wu Hua's coffin, that unreal feeling washed over him once again.

Yan Liang recalled the handsome white-robed monk he first met, and still couldn't believe that the man had died like that.

Judging from Master Tianfeng's expression that night, he clearly knew the reason for Wuhua's suicide, but he didn't say anything. The monks in the temple were not the type to discuss such things casually. Just a few days after Wuhua's burial, the temple returned to its usual tranquility.

Despite his confusion about why Wuhua committed suicide, Yan Liang did not forget his mission to find the murderer.

Wuji's relationship with the monks in the temple was so-so. He neither tried to curry favor with them nor showed any dislike for them. Similarly, although others looked down on him, they would not deliberately cause trouble or even kill him.

A person who has no ambition and only seeks to eat is unlikely to attract hatred that would drive others to want to kill them.

Yan Liang worked diligently in the temple, a stark contrast to his usual idle and secluded ways. This changed many monks' impressions of him, who assumed he was grieving over Wu Hua's death, since they all knew that Wu Hua often brought food from down the mountain for Wu Ji.

He gradually gained a sense of presence in the temple and had more contact with the monks.

After talking and spending time with each of the monks in the temple, Yan Liang was dismayed to discover that none of them were the murderers who poisoned the inorganic substance.

There's already very little communication between them. Wuji is just lazy, not asking for trouble, and he won't intentionally pick a fight... Who would be so cruel as to kill Wuji, this laid-back, laid-back guy?

Yan Liang had also considered killing him to silence him, but Wuji's memories contained no information about him stumbling upon any major event.

With the murderer still at large, Yan Liang, not wanting to die so soon after arriving, had no choice but to buy an antidote from the system shop to remove the remaining poison.

The system started pushing sales again: 【Wigs~Wigs~】

Yan Liang glanced at his remaining points, his face heavy with regret: 【…Buy!】

Since we can't find the murderer, let's stop looking for him for now.

Yan Liang decided to tell Master Tianfeng about his desire to return to secular life. Master Tianfeng closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time before giving a barely audible nod, agreeing to his request.

Many people in the temple were puzzled by his sudden decision to return to secular life. Previously, Wuji seemed to have restrained his nature and was preparing to devote himself to Buddhism. Now, his return to secular life was completely inconsistent with his previous behavior.

Yan Liang only told them that his attachment to worldly life made his Buddhist heart unstable, and that he should handle the matters related to returning to secular life before descending the mountain in a carefree manner.

He originally intended to return to his old profession after leaving the mountain, but then he thought it would be too unreasonable for a monk to start fortune-telling right after leaving the monastic community, so he gave up the idea and decided to wait until he left Putian before returning to his old profession.

Putian is located south of Fuzhou, and Yan Liang would reach Fuzhou if he went north. As he expected, there was no escort agency called Fuwei Escort Agency in the area.

Ultimately, we are not from the same world. Although the landscapes and scenery may be similar, the people are different.

Yan Liang passed through Fuzhou and continued north until he was far away from the Shaolin Temple in Putian, where he took out his fortune-telling banner and began his work.

He looked young, with fair skin, which was very deceptive. With the wig on and his overall demeanor, he seemed almost ethereal when he sat silently behind the table.

...But the problem is that he neither sat upright nor remained silent.

"Five coins a divination—no charge if it's inaccurate!"

He was incredibly skilled at soliciting customers and was lounging lazily in his chair, attracting a lot of attention.

Yan Liang continued shouting, "Ingenious divination! Five coins for one divination! Don't miss out!"

The bustling city was filled with noise, but Yan Liang stopped after shouting for a while and quietly waited for his customers to arrive.

He waited a while, and then an old man walked over, trembling. Yan Liang quickly got up, straightened the stool, helped the old man sit down, and then sat back down in his chair, patiently waiting for him to speak.

The old man was touched by Yan Liang's previous actions, and looking into Yan Liang's eyes, he suddenly burst into tears.

He was old and frail, with white hair and wrinkled skin. His eyes were cloudy and dim, and tears slid down his cheeks, filled with immense grief.

Yan Liang panicked, at a loss for words. He had absolutely no experience in comforting people. He half-stood up and awkwardly began, "Sir... if you have something to say, just say it... don't cry..."

He can talk a good game of words with others, but he can't say anything to someone who is so heartbroken.

The old man was simply moved by the sight of Yan Liang, a boy his age, and his actions touched him deeply, causing him to shed tears uncontrollably. Seeing Yan Liang awkwardly trying to comfort him, he wiped his eyes and said, "Master, you flatter me."

Seeing that he had calmed down, Yan Liang sat back down and patiently waited for him to continue.

Whether it was out of a desire to confide in someone, a genuine need for help, or both, the old man told Yan Liang about his grandson's disappearance—he had come to Yan Liang's stall hoping to try his luck and see if he could figure out where his grandson was.

The old man's surname was Li. His wife had died early, and he raised his son alone, living in extreme poverty. Things only improved after his son got married and started his own family. But fate is cruel. Four years after his grandson was born, Mr. Li's son was killed by bandits while doing business. His daughter-in-law also died young from worry, leaving Mr. Li and his grandson to depend on each other for survival.

Grandpa Li's grandson, Li Ganqing, was seventeen years old when he disappeared. He had been struggling to make a living since he was a child. Before he disappeared, he told Grandpa Li that he was going out to do business. He was gone for two years without even writing a letter.

“He hasn’t sent a single letter back… In the past, he would send a letter to let people know he was safe when he arrived at a place, and he wouldn’t go very far. Now it’s been two years… I’m really worried.” Grandpa Li sighed.

Yan Liang said, "Tell me your grandson's birth date and time, and I will calculate it for you."

Judging from what Grandpa Li said, his grandson Li Qianyuan must have encountered something. After all, he hadn't returned for two years and hadn't sent a single letter. Perhaps something bad had happened to him.

Grandpa Li told Yan Liang his grandson's birth date and time, and then Yan Liang did some calculations and tossed a copper coin into the air.

After glancing at the copper coin on the table, Yan Liang said with certainty, "Your grandson is still alive and is currently in the northwest."

Grandpa Li stared blankly, somewhat puzzled by Yan Liang's rapid fortune-telling. Then he heard the young man continue, "But he is currently in a predicament and cannot escape."

"What... what should we do...?"

Grandpa Li trusted Yan Liang implicitly, and upon hearing this, he immediately panicked.

Yan Liang thought for a moment, then glanced at the system panel, where a new task had been updated: [Find Grandpa Li's grandson, Li Qianyuan.]

He smiled at Grandpa Li and said, "I'll go find your grandson for you."

Grandpa Li was first surprised, then uneasy: "This..."

That won't do... The old man doesn't have that much money.

Yan Liang thought to himself that he looked like he had a rather unpleasant face, and said to Grandpa Li, "You don't need to worry. I'm just a wanderer, and it doesn't matter where I go. Finding your grandson for you is just a side thing."

However, if finding one's grandson is the priority, then traveling around becomes a secondary matter.

Grandpa Li was extremely grateful. He knew that Yan Liang had only said those words to put his mind at ease, and he felt a little guilty. He gave Yan Liang five coins and then said he would give him some more things.

Yan Liang quickly declined, saying a lot of things that left Grandpa Li speechless, so he had no choice but to leave.

A big order came in right after opening; it was a great start indeed!

After watching Grandpa Li leave, Yan Liang leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

He helps and saves people entirely out of his heart, and sometimes he doesn't know how to respond to other people's gratitude, especially to people like Grandpa Li who place all their hopes on him.

It's too heavy, too heavy, I can't take it!

Yan Liang calmed himself down and planned his departure. He then looked at the sky—it was almost noon. If he left now, he would have to spend the night in the wilderness. It would be better to set off early tomorrow. So he decided to stay overnight in Qixian Town.

The commotion at his stall attracted a lot of attention from the very beginning. Among the crowd, there was one person who didn't look at him but just listened to the conversation coming from his stall.

Now that Yan Liang's stall had quieted down, the man stopped listening and slowly began to eat the peanuts in front of him.

Yan Liang thought for a moment, and seeing that no one would come anytime soon, he got up and went to the nearest small restaurant.

The first floor was almost full. Yan Liang wanted to go up to the second floor, but after feeling his empty purse, he noticed a table with only one young man sitting there. He went up to him and asked, "Hello, may I share a table with you?"

The young man said gently, "Of course, please have a seat."

When Yan Liang first made eye contact with the young man, he immediately noticed that the man was blind, just as he had noticed that Hua Manlou was blind at a glance.

The young man smiled and spoke to Yan Liang in a gentle and polite manner: "Judging from your voice, you must be the fortune teller outside who charges five coins for a divination, right?"

Yan Liang laughed: "You heard that?" He nodded in acknowledgment, "It was me."

He didn't press for why it was "heard," but instead answered his own question.

This surprised Yuan Suiyun.

He usually suffered pity from others because he was blind. After asking that question, he was prepared to be asked about his eyes and even thought about how to respond.

But the other party's reaction was completely unexpected.

Perhaps this person is always so unpredictable; for example, he was clearly poisoned by Wuhua but did not die; and then he left the monastic life and became a fortune teller.

Yuan Suiyun couldn't help but laugh and said, "Why is it five coins for one divination? I heard your business isn't doing too well today."

Yan Liang laughed and said, "Although five coins for a divination is too cheap, there is also a saying that it is good quality at a low price. After a good start, I will definitely make a lot of money. If the price is too high, it may even prevent me from getting rich."

Yuan Suiyun knew that what he said was all nonsense, but she still felt that what he said made sense.

Interesting... Are all Shaolin disciples like him, spouting nonsense without thinking?

Yuan Suiyun smiled, showing some interest in Yan Liang, the former Shaolin Temple disciple.

Yan Liang also developed a slight liking for the young man in front of him. The other party was gentle and refined, and the fact that they were both blind, along with the similarities to Hua Manlou, made him feel quite favorable towards this person from the start.

If it weren't for the urgent matter of finding Grandpa Li's grandson, Yan Liang would have liked to befriend Yuan Suiyun and deepen their relationship.

pity.

Yan Liang was very disappointed.

Author's Note: I'm here!

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