Chapter 6

Temple Street is a famous night market in Yau Ma Tei. It got its name from the Tin Hau Temple built in the middle of the Qing Dynasty. It was just after lunch and it was time to rest. The stall owners had nothing to do, so some gathered together to chat, while others wore glasses to read Hong Kong entertainment and gossip newspapers.

Chu Yueqing greeted everyone along the way and returned to the stall. Holding a cup of milk tea with a little bit left, she looked up and saw Uncle Jian standing in the hot sun wearing a straw hat.

"Uncle Jian?"

Uncle Jian must have waited for quite a long time. His face was red and sweaty under the straw hat. When he saw Chu Yueqing coming back, a smile finally appeared on his serious face.

"Master Chu, you're back."

After saying that, he handed over a stack of money, "This is the remaining money."

Chu Yueling took the money and counted it. There were a total of three thousand yuan. She counted out fifteen hundred and returned the remaining money, "It was agreed to be two thousand yuan, that's two thousand yuan."

Uncle Jian was anxious, and his hand blocked the money, "Master Chu, just take it. After Ye Tianliang died, the police station received a report from Daxin Insurance who surrendered himself. After investigating the case, they gave the compensation to our husband and wife."

Uncle Jian couldn't express his gratitude to Chu Yueling.

That night, he had already bought the tools to make explosives and drugs, and took his wife who was already unconscious, intending to hold Ye Tianliang and die together.

It was Chu Yueling who took over this Feng Shui order that allowed them to avoid tragedy and let the truth come to light.

Uncle Jian is no longer just a believer in science like when he was young.

According to the confession of the fallen woman, the police station relayed that Ye Tianliang seemed to have been possessed by an evil spirit that night. He held the coffin nails with both hands and killed himself.

Although the word possessed by an evil spirit was crossed out when the case was closed.

But Uncle Jian knew what happened in his heart.

"Now, Shufen has regained consciousness, and Ajuan also told her in her dream that she is very grateful to you. Please accept this money."

Chu Yueqing still refused, "Every industry has its own rules. You have already quoted a price for this order, and I will take whatever you quote."

Lin Jiahua suggested, "How about this, help Ajuan to reincarnate as soon as possible and live a happy life in the next life?"

Uncle Jian thought it made sense, "Yes, Chu..." Master, this is still a worry for me. Ajuan had a nail stuck into her skull by a coffin before, and I am very worried about the impact. "

Chu Yueqing thought for a while, returned one thousand to Uncle Jian, and kept two thousand, "Five hundred for salvation is enough."

She put the money in her trouser pocket and counted on her fingers, "Next Monday is a good day, suitable for burial and moving the coffin. At three o'clock in the afternoon, from yang to yin, the yang energy is declining, and the yin energy is strong. It is an auspicious time for salvation."

"Everything is arranged by Master Chu."

After seeing Uncle Jian off, Chu Yueqing started business again. As time passed, in the afternoon, the number of customers in the temple street increased.

During this period, people came to Chu Yueqing to try fortune-telling, and Chu Yueqing smiled and rejected them one by one.

"If you can't read it today, you can come to me tomorrow. I can only read one hexagram a day for now."

The people of Xuanmen rely on merit to cultivate. For example, Ajuan was pinned down by the coffin and could never be reincarnated. She herself had not done anything evil, so she would have merit after being rescued.

Merit can be accumulated and consumed.

The more merit you accumulate, the greater your ability.

Chu Yueqing's magic ability is not enough for now, so she can only read one hexagram a day, but she feels that after a while, she will be able to read two more hexagrams.

"Boss, give me a bowl of mung bean and kelp soup." After the man finished speaking, he sat down at the small table and waited, lowering his head to pick up the caller to reply to the message.

He was dissatisfied with the reply message, frowned and muttered: "They said there was an accident at the construction site and extra manpower had to be sent. Why can't we communicate?"

"Come right away." Chu Yuening put the milk tea cup on the stall, bent down to take out the bowl from the box below, and then went to open the popsicle box.

soon.

Mung bean paste and kelp syrup were placed on the table.

Zhong Guoming didn't even look up. He hummed back a thank you and took the call machine to type a reply.

Drink and drink.

The irritable heart was soothed by the cold and refreshing mung bean paste.

He praised with bright eyes: "It's delicious. The taste is different from other sweet soups, smoother and sweeter. What ingredients did the boss use?"

Chu Yueqing closed the popsicle box, held her chin with her hand and recalled, "Mung beans, wet kelp and rock sugar, it seems that they are all made of the same ingredients."

If you really want to find something different.

Chu Yueqing blinked.

It seems to be her?

After all, she is a monk, and it seems that she can also bring some spiritual energy when she occasionally cooks in her previous life?

Zhong Guoming finished drinking, and did not rush to pay the bill but asked, "Boss, do you have a card?" "

Card? What card?" Chu Yueqing was confused. How can you sell sweet soup and make cards part-time?

Selling sweet soup and fortune-telling are already very tiring.

Zhong Guoming saw that Chu Yueqing had misunderstood, waved the pager, and explained with a smile, "Don't the catering industry usually print cards? The cards have signature dishes and contact information, which makes it convenient for customers to order takeout." "

Do you have a landline?"

Chu Yueqing shook her head.

Zhong Guoming waved the pager, "What about this?"

Chu Yueqing still shook her head.

Realizing that she seemed to be out of date, she decided to save money to buy a pager to keep up with the trend, and scratched the back of her neck awkwardly.

"Sorry, I don't have one."

"What a pity, otherwise I could still order dessert at the construction site." Zhong Guoming sighed, but he could only lower his head and take out his wallet to pay the bill.

Just as Zhong Guoming was about to leave, his face suddenly changed drastically. His originally clear forehead was suddenly covered with a thick blood-red veil.

"Wait." Chu Yueqing blinked, and for a moment thought that she had presbyopia, which was quite strange.

Logically speaking, a person's destiny would not change so drastically suddenly, right?

Zhong Guoming thought Chu Yueqing wanted to promote business. He had already seen the two big words fortune-telling and feng shui written on the paper board outside the stall. He refused without thinking: "Are you going to tell me a fortune? Sorry, I don't believe in these."

There are many fortune-tellers in Kowloon and Mong Kok. Zhong Guoming always feels a headache when he encounters a passionate fortune-teller who often drags his legs and won't let him go.

"Won't you regret it?"

"No."

Chu Yuexiang didn't force herself. "You don't have to believe it. But when you break your leg and still want to live, if you are willing to believe it, you are welcome to come again."

"Okay. I'll come back to drink the sweet soup then." Zhong Guoming didn't mind the curse-like words. His phone rang. He checked the message and left quickly.

The sweet soup was almost sold out.

Chu Yuexiang saw off the last customer and took a broom to pack up the stall and leave. She was thinking whether to buy some meat first or restock the sago at the farmers' market. After thinking about it, she decided that the butcher shop would close first, so she decided to buy meat directly after packing up the stall.

She just took off the apron with Chu's Sweet Soup printed on it.

A mocking laugh came over.

"Mom, do you think this is the eldest daughter of the Chu family who ran away from home with great courage but couldn't pay the rent?"

Chu Yueqing looked up and saw two gorgeously dressed mother and daughter standing in front of her.

The young girl with short hair was dressed exquisitely, wearing a light purple Chanel plaid suit and a white round hat. She first looked around the dessert stall.

The dessert stall was very small, with a transparent glass box on a bicycle. Although it was cleaned up neatly, Fang Jiajia couldn't hide her disgust when she saw the many bottles and jars.

She never eats at roadside stalls.

After all, roadside stalls are for poor people to eat.

"Chu Yi called yesterday and said that you have no money to pay the rent. Is that true?"

Chu Yueqing knew that this mother and daughter were Fang Jingguo's wife and daughter. She looked at the equally exquisite lady beside her, put down the broom, clapped her hands, and smiled faintly.

"Thank you, you don't need to worry about my affairs."

Fang Jiajia sneered and smiled complacently: "Mom, I told you that my sister wouldn't appreciate it..."

"Wait."

Chu Yueqing raised her hand to interrupt, "I only have one sister, please don't run out to make random relatives. But, since you are here, have you paid the 7,000 yuan owed to our Chu family?"

The original owner's father was Fang Jingguo. In the 1970s, he married his mother and became a son-in-law. Less than half a year after the marriage, Fang Jingguo proposed the idea of ​​​​going to Hong Kong to make trouble. The Chu family took out 7,000 yuan to support him.

Who knows.

The money was borrowed like this and never found its way back.

Tian Yu'e hid the sarcasm between her eyebrows and distorted the facts calmly, "Yueqing, 7,000 yuan is already a lot of money. No one would take it out casually without proof."

Tian Yu'e didn't want Chu Yueqing to speak.

"But don't worry, you don't have a proper job, and you have to support your sister's school. It hurts me to see it. Even if your father is cruel, I am not cruel." "

It's still the same condition as before. As long as you are willing to call me mom, I will immediately persuade your father to let you move into the big flat in the East District."