"Let's go in and experience the nightlife of Jiyang City." Ye Xingchen pushed open the car door and got out.
Holding a special VIP card, Ye Xingchen and Zhang Shihao requested a top-tier VIP private room.
The private room is over 200 square meters, and all the sofas inside are imported. Even the toilet in the bathroom is inlaid with gold.
The crystal chandelier on the ceiling and the sound system costing hundreds of thousands of dollars all highlight the luxury of this place.
The girls, all over 1.65 meters tall, stood in a neat row and said in sweet voices, "Hello, boss."
Zhang Shih-hao, that lecherous bastard, must have been cooped up on the mountain for too long. As soon as these people arrived, he couldn't wait to rub his hands together and crane his neck to pick out people.
"No rush, take your time choosing. If one isn't good enough, just pick a few more. I'll make sure you have a great time today," Ye Xingchen said leisurely.
"Really? Please." Zhang Shih-hao turned to look at Ye Xing-chen.
"Of course it's my treat. You're here to help me, how could I let you spend money?" Ye Xingchen smiled.
"Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony." Zhang Shih-hao was overjoyed and picked three princesses in one go.
Ye Xingchen also chose one to fit the occasion, and the six people in the private room sang and played dice, having a great time.
Zhang Shih-hao's hands were almost never off these women's thighs, as if he were enjoying worldly pleasures and forgetting all about home.
"Look at your pathetic self." Ye Xingchen was speechless.
"Ye Xingchen, you don't know that the last time I was at an event like this was after I performed an exorcism for a wealthy man, and he invited me." Zhang Shihao was so happy he almost cried.
“Our Qiwu Mountain is not like yours. We Taoists emphasize tranquility and non-action, and regard money as external things. You probably have no idea how poor I am.”
"Impossible! Isn't the front of your Qiwu Mountain a tourist attraction? Countless pilgrims flock here every day. You don't have money?" Ye Xingchen didn't believe it.
“We really don’t have any money. All this money was donated by my master for disaster relief. We are true Taoist priests.” Zhang Shih-hao said with a mournful face, “Besides, we don’t even have money for the repair of the Taoist temple. Do you think I would have any?”
"That's truly pitiful." Ye Xingchen said with pity, "By the way, will you inherit your master's mantle and become the 100th Celestial Master?"
"Highly likely," Zhang Shih-hao nodded.
"Then you're going to become a monk?" Ye Xingchen said, "Won't all the glitz and glamour of this world have nothing to do with you anymore?"
"Stop...stop talking. I only beg my master to pass on the position to me in at least another thirty years, so I can enjoy this wonderful world a little longer. I don't want to be stuck on the mountain worshipping the Three Pure Ones so soon." Zhang Shih-hao said with a mournful face.
"Handsome young man, are you a Taoist priest?" a girl asked.
"The man in front of you is a legitimate successor of the Celestial Master of Qiwu Mountain. He has a high probability of succeeding the position of the 100th Celestial Master in the future." Ye Xingchen pointed at Zhang Shihao and said, "Don't look at him like that. He is well-versed in Taoist magic."
"Oh, really? Handsome guy, no, master, can you tell my fortune?"
“Me too, me too, do you know how to feel bones? Come on, feel me…” Another person grabbed Zhang Shih-hao’s hand and stuffed it into their own chest.
“These are nothing, don’t rush, one at a time.” Zhang Shih-hao said smugly, “Now I’ll show you a magic trick.”
"Master, can you...can you summon the dead?" a girl asked.
This girl is rather introverted; women who frequent clubs are generally extremely outgoing.
Although she appeared as outgoing as the other girls, she was still somewhat reserved, suggesting that she didn't come to work here willingly.
“This… is a bit difficult. You’ll have to ask the person next to you.” Zhang Shihao pointed at Ye Xingchen and said, “This guy has connections… ask him to pull some strings and see if he can summon the person you want.”
"Really? Bro, you really have this ability? Please help me." The girl looked at Ye Xingchen eagerly.
"Um...is something the matter?" Ye Xingchen could tell that the girl was preoccupied and was certain that something was wrong.
“My sister was in a car accident five days ago. By the time I got the news and rushed back, she had already been buried.” The girl wiped away her tears. “We were very close. After the accident, she practically raised me. I couldn’t see her one last time, so…”
"I understand. Your sister had an accident five days ago?" Ye Xingchen asked.
“Yes, that’s right.” The girl nodded.
"Give me the time of the accident, her birth date and time," Ye Xingchen said solemnly.
The girl quickly grabbed a piece of paper and wrote it down.
"Master, is your friend serious?" The remaining girls were curious, seeing that Ye Xingchen seemed to be serious.
"Yes, Master, Xiao Hong has been unable to go back to see her sister and has been unable to eat or drink. Can you really help her to see her?"
“Seriously, my brother is no ordinary man.” Zhang Shih-hao said, taking a sip of his drink. “He has someone on his side, that’s for sure.”
"Bring me a few Yin Talismans." Ye Xingchen held out his hand to Zhang Shihao.
Zhang Shih-hao took out two bills, then said with some reluctance, "Use them sparingly. These things sell for several thousand yuan each outside."
Ye Xingchen wrote Chen's birth date and time on the two talismans, then looked at the girl.
"Have you thought this through? I can let you see her once because she hasn't passed her seventh day memorial," Ye Xingchen said. "But this is the last time you'll see her. No matter what you talk about or say during this meeting, you'll have to let it go afterward."
"If you can't let go, it's very likely to affect your luck, because you and she are now separated by death and are no longer on the same path."
“I know, brother, please help me. I just want to see her one last time,” Honghong said excitedly.
"Alright." Ye Xingchen retracted his right hand, and the birth date and time in his hand immediately burst into flames, turning into a pile of ashes after a moment.
The ashes formed a small vortex on the ground, spinning continuously, before disappearing into thin air a moment later.
Ye Xingchen's move stunned everyone.
Regardless of whether Ye Xingchen can actually summon the souls of the dead, his ability to spontaneously combust is enough to shock everyone present.
Moreover, the paper in his hand burned without leaving any ash, which aroused great curiosity.
I have already received the order and left, while Honghong is still waiting anxiously.
Suddenly, a chilling aura swept through the room, followed by an invisible green mist that rose up, causing everyone to shiver.
"What's wrong? Why is it suddenly so cold?"
"Turn off the air conditioner, it's freezing!"
"Why do I feel like there are more people in the room?"
The group of girls were horrified, but Honghong suddenly stood up, her face showing an expression of disbelief.
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