The meeting was almost over, and the staff below had already begun to take action to seal off the airport.
Those of higher status waited here for news, or waited until after 5 p.m. to track Shen Ruodi's exact location.
After all, the yang energy is too strong during the day, so even the best methods won't work.
Since they had no choice but to wait, these people began to flatter each other.
Among them, Jiang Yuncheng was the most praised.
"The Fourth Young Master is young and promising, with profound magical power. He has also fought against that Shen Ruodi. He will definitely win the first place!"
"The Fourth Young Master really does resemble Old Master Jiang when he was young. Even Old Master Jiang said that the Fourth Young Master is most like him."
"Fourth Young Master, did you get the Money Sword from Old Master Jiang? This is wonderful! Success is sure to be achieved!"
While translating for Ming Zhuo and Li Wenhe, He Wangyao whispered a popular science explanation, "The money sword they mentioned should be Jiang Shengying's magic weapon. It is made of 108 copper coins strung together with red thread and blessed with a magic seal. It has accompanied Jiang Shengying in slaying ghosts and eliminating evil spirits for many years and has made great contributions."
He paused for a moment, then added, "Legend has it that this sword has been passed down for hundreds of years and has slain many ghost kings. It has a strong killing aura, and ordinary ghosts and monsters dare not approach it. It is a treasure."
Mingzhuo: "Wow, that's pretty impressive!"
"Right? This is the Jiang family's prized possession, and also the cornerstone of the Xuanmen sect in Xiangshi." Someone nearby overheard the conversation and came closer.
"The fact that Young Master Jiang was able to bring this magic weapon shows that he is the next successor of Old Master Jiang, and killing a ghost king would be a piece of cake for him."
Mingzhuo: "That's not the case. I'm thinking that copper coins that have been passed down for hundreds of years are mostly antiques. If you break them apart into 108 pieces and sell them, how much money would you get for them!"
The person: "..."
Is this person obsessed with money? That's a terrible idea!
Seeing the man leave with a look of terror on his face, Li Wenhe thought to himself, "Just as I expected, it's happening again."
He looked at Mingzhuo suspiciously for a few moments. "You don't really intend to dismantle that sword and sell it, do you?"
Mingzhuo looked away. "Am I that kind of person? Wenwen, your understanding of me is a bit too one-sided."
"What did you call me?" Li Wenhe was taken aback, his face turning somewhat green.
"Wenwen," Mingzhuo added, finding the name easier to pronounce.
She pointed at He Wangyao and said, "His name is Yaoyao, and your name is Wenwen. There's nothing wrong with that."
He Wangyao, who had been secretly laughing, stiffened slightly upon hearing this. How could she have forgotten her nickname...?
"Master, help me, Master!" Hou Zhihui rushed over in a panic and knelt down before Mingzhuo with a thud.
He Wangyao stared at him in disbelief. Wasn't this the same person who had acted arrogantly and bullied others before?
What exactly happened that caused the other party to change their attitude in an instant, from mocking her to kneeling at Mingzhuo's feet and weeping bitterly?
Li Wenhe instantly realized something: "There really was a head perched on his shoulder?"
Hou Zhihui: "Master, I was wrong. I shouldn't have spoken so rudely. Please, please save me!"
He was truly terrified and had no choice but to seek Mingzhuo's help.
Since he was able to infiltrate the ranks of the Celestial Masters, he must have some magical abilities. However, even after using all sorts of exorcism talismans, demon-quelling talismans, and sedative talismans, he was still helpless against the head on his shoulder.
He asked other people for help, but no one could see the head!
Even Jiang Yuncheng said that he must be seeing things and should go home and rest.
This was terrifying. He wondered if he was possessed by a powerful evil spirit or under some kind of sorcery.
Since Mingzhuo could see it and warned him, she must have a way!
Mingzhuo glanced at the people in the hall, then turned around and said, "Let's find another place to talk."
She walked to the edge of the corridor. It had started raining outside, and the rain was quite heavy. Raindrops were falling on the corridor, and the ground was already half wet.
However, there are people everywhere now, but because it's going to rain, there's no one here, which makes it easier to talk.
Mingzhuo thought for a moment and asked, "Have you performed any kind of summoning or prayer ritual?"
Hou Zhihui looked blank. "No."
Mingzhuo looked at him and said, "Why don't you think about it more carefully? This thing on your shoulder was brought from elsewhere."
Upon hearing this, Hou Zhihui suddenly remembered something and hesitated before speaking.
However, he thought again that he was the one who needed his help, so what was there to be afraid of? It was better to be honest than to lose his life.
"Well... I actually went to the mainland during the Chinese New Year to sweep graves and burn incense." Hou Zhihui looked embarrassed.
Mingzhuo didn't understand the other person's hesitation: "Um, and then? You went back to your hometown to pay respects to your ancestors, what happened?"
Hou Zhihui: "..."
He Wangyao already understood, and covered her mouth, almost laughing to death.
Judging from Jiang Yuncheng's attitude towards mainlanders, middle-aged men who follow him obviously cannot be mainlanders; otherwise, they wouldn't even be able to get into his circle.
He probably came to Xiangshi in his early years and managed to get a Xiangshi household registration, and he has always insisted to outsiders that he is a native of Xiangshi.
Unexpectedly, Mingzhuo exposed his identity without any mercy.
How could this not be embarrassing?
Hou Zhihui hesitated for a moment, then had no choice but to continue, “Then when I went to burn incense at the old cemetery in the next town, I heard that they were holding a folk activity of borrowing karmic debts. I just went along because I was curious.”
But the activity of borrowing money from the underworld was somewhat different from what he remembered.
When they were children, they would borrow money from the spirits at midnight on the 18th day of the eighth lunar month, going to the Wutong Temple on the back mountain to make a wish to the gods. The shaman would set conditions, and after both parties agreed, they would offer food and take home a paper ingot made of gold paper. A few days later, if the paper ingot was not deflated, it meant the debt was successfully borrowed; if it was deflated, it meant the debt was not borrowed.
Although the ceremony that day included various rituals such as the shaman burning incense and offering sacrifices, the shaman did not set any conditions when everyone went to borrow money from the underworld.
Anyway, he just wanted to have fun, so he made a wish on a whim and then went home with a plastic gold ingot.
That plastic gold ingot is very hard; unless it's deliberately damaged, it's impossible for it to deflate. So, of course, there's no question of whether or not a debt was borrowed.
After he finished the ceremony, he threw away the plastic gold ingot.
After listening, Mingzhuo asked, "So what did you wish for?"
Hou Zhihui chuckled and said, "I wish I could get in touch with the Jiang family and rise to prominence by taking advantage of their influence."
It's really strange. He had been trying so hard to get close to the Jiang family before, but he hadn't succeeded. But after returning from the New Year, he inexplicably helped Jiang Yuncheng and successfully became Jiang Yuncheng's follower.
"Why is that strange? They helped you so much; you should be grateful to them."
Mingzhuo paused, then smiled and said, "And they were so eager to help, so enthusiastic! Even if it were a plastic gold ingot, they wouldn't allow this debt to be repaid."
He Wangyao: "This isn't kindness, this is forced buying and selling!"
Li Wenhe said coolly, "The fortune teller didn't mention any conditions, which means that no one would agree to them if she did. How can she lure a sucker into her trap?"
Hou Zhihui's face turned deathly pale, and she was covered in cold sweat. "Master, please save me!"
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