Chapter 27 of Ghost Buddha Yang
Chen Shifu said that there was a ghost on Yan Ran's back, and his expression was very accurate and sincere. This really scared Yan Ran so much that his hair stood on end.
Bang!
Xie Qianchou slapped Master Chen on the left cheek. The restaurant suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
After a moment of stunned silence, Master Chen fiercely raised his palm and was about to explode. Jie Qianchou quickly withdrew his palm and held it in front of Master Chen.
"There's a mosquito."
Chen Shifu glanced sideways and saw that there was indeed a big black mosquito with colorful legs on his palm, which had been beaten into a puddle.
Jie Qianchou withdrew his hand and said with an apologetic smile, "I was afraid it would bite you. I was so reckless. You won't be angry, will you?"
Master Chen slowly placed his raised hand back on the table.
"Next time, you can remind me."
Xie Qianchou looked like a child who had done something wrong, with a look of remorse on his face. He stood up, took Chen Shifo's hand, and nodded and bowed repeatedly.
"You're right. Where were we just now? Where did you say there were ghosts?"
Master Chen no longer wanted to understand Qianchou, so he pulled his hand back and was about to leave.
"Don't move!" Jie Qianchou suddenly shouted.
Master Chen really didn't move.
"There's a big mosquito!"
Jie Qianchou slapped himself on the left cheek, and Chen Shifo followed suit by slapping himself on the right cheek.
Jie Qianchou spread his hands and said, "Let it fly away."
"You!" Master Chen knew he'd been tricked by Jie Qianchou, but he had no excuse to lose his temper. Besides, Zhang Chunhe was also eating there, and he still had to consider his status as a master.
Chen Shifu glared at Li Qianchou and turned to look for Wang Li. When Chen Shifu returned to his seat, he saw that Wang Li was looking at him strangely, and the people around him were also looking at him with a forced smile on their faces.
"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"
Wang Li shook his head: "There are words."
Master Chen hurried to the bathroom to look in the mirror. He saw two crooked "liar" characters printed on the right side of his face.
As Chen Shifo washed his face, he recalled the past, convinced that this was Jie Qianchou's doing. When he returned to the restaurant, Jie Qianchou and the others were gone. Chen Shifo gritted his teeth, but ultimately swallowed his anger. He returned to the table where Jie Qianchou had been eating, picked up a small phone in the corner, and casually put it back in his pocket.
Yan Ran couldn't help but curl his lips as he watched Jie Qianchou wipe the words from his palm. He was using the same old trick from Paradise Town: he'd written the words on his palm with thick ink beforehand, then, while shaking hands with Master Chen, had him stamp a large seal on his face. It was an old trick, and the damage was real.
The two were preparing to go to the hot spring after dinner and happened to run into Chen Fangqin.
Chen Fangqin is the Human Resources Director of the Xiaowu Brothers Group and the villa's housekeeper, handling all matters at the villa. Yan Ran briefly recounted her experience in the cave to Chen Fangqin. Her intention was to serve as a warning to others, discouraging them from entering the cave. Instead, Chen Fangqin rebuked the two for trespassing in the VIP area and sarcastically teased Yan Ran about her ghost-hunting skills. After all, why would they invite a bunch of masters to stay and eat for free?
Yan Ran couldn't refute it. Hadn't she come here to get something for free? She lowered her head and prepared to walk away. Yan Ran accidentally glanced at Chen Fangqin's "ordinary" chest, and she felt that she was looking at the wrong place and immediately withdrew her gaze.
Yan Ran didn't expect that it was his unintentional eye contact that caused Chen Fangqin to misunderstand him. Chen Fangqin stopped them and said that the hot spring would be closed in the evening and asked them to go back to the house to rest.
Well, Yan Ran couldn't soak in the hot springs anymore. So the two of them could only go back to their own rooms and sleep.
Jie Qianchou was spitting all over the place as he spoke, and a lot of it landed on Bu Kui's face.
Bu Kui wiped his face and said, "Alright, alright, I understand. If you want revenge, it's Master Chen's revenge on you two. There's no need for you two to kill someone after you've already taught Master Chen a lesson."
Jie Qianchou drank a large glass of water and nodded heavily.
Chen Fangqin said in a sly tone, "Master Yan, please don't misunderstand me. I'm telling you what I know, as requested by the police. I dare not withhold it. I really don't dare to provoke you masters. Grudges in the martial arts world are so easy to resolve. Besides, Master Yan predicted someone would die yesterday, don't you agree?"
Bu Kui seemed to be lost in thought, and the others also turned their eyes to Jie Qianchou and the other two.
Yan Ran didn't get to soak in the hot springs last night, so he planned to enjoy his first soak early this morning. Yan Ran came out early in the morning with a basin in his arms, only to find himself a suspect again. Yan Ran glanced at the smiling Chen Fangqin and smiled too.
"What I'm saying is that misfortune will happen. Since Mr. Chen has said so, I'll also make my second prediction, which is—you will be an unfortunate person."
Chen Fangqin's smile faded: "What do you mean?"
Yan Ran put the small basin behind his back and smiled: "I'm not targeting you, I just made a prophecy."
Bu Kui, standing next to them, had already pressed his forehead and repeatedly massaged his solar plexus. He stood silently between the two women and said, "We respect religious beliefs, but let's not indulge in feudal superstition. Master Chen's room was locked, and the preliminary autopsy showed no external injuries; it was respiratory arrest. Although he lived on the first floor, the windows in his room were locked, and there were no signs of intrusion. Do you understand what I mean?"
Yan Ran and Chen Fangqin glanced at Bu Kui and turned their heads away.
Bu Kui wanted to scold someone but didn't want to scold a woman, so he wanted to find Jie Qianchou. He was right in front of him just now, so where was Jie Qianchou now?
Jie Qianchou was wandering around Master Chen's room.
Master Chen still lay peacefully on the bed. On the bedside table sat a small wooden Maitreya Buddha, smiling at the corpse.
Chen Shifu's room was on the first floor. The west-facing window was securely locked, and the items inside were in perfect order, with no signs of intrusion. The rooms in the villa were quite old, and although the decoration was still luxurious, there was inevitably some dust in the corners.
Just as Xie Qianchou was thinking of looking under the bed, Bu Kui lifted him up by the collar.
Bu Kui dragged Jie Qianchou out of the house and said angrily, "Great Immortal, are you preparing to summon the spirit?"
Jie Qianchou smiled awkwardly and waved his hand.
Bu Kui looked around at everyone, as if remembering something: "Where's your boss? Even with such a big incident, your boss didn't come?"
"Here it is, here it is." Zhang Chunhe jumped up and down behind the crowd and responded to Bu Kui.
Monks, wizards, and Taoist priests... Bu Kui touched his nose. "What's going on here? So many religious people have come all at once. Has this been registered?"
As he spoke, Bu Kui glanced at Jie Qianchou.
Zhang Chunhe sighed and said, "Let's go to the conference room and talk. How about a few masters come over?"
In the small tea room of the villa, Zhang Chunhe sighed.
"I'm a farmer's son. I built my life from scratch. It hasn't been easy, especially in recent years."
Bu Kui coughed twice. He had been talking about his entrepreneurial history for a long time. Bu Kui interrupted him and said, "Let's get straight to the point."
Zhang Chunhe suddenly ran up to Bu Kui, tears in his eyes, and bent over to hold Bu Kui's hand tightly.
"You police officers, please help me!"
This frightened Bu Kui. He broke free from Zhang Chunhe's hand and dodged backward.
"If you have something to say, just say it."
Zhang Chunhe wiped the tears from her eyes with her hands and said with a slight sob, "Since about four years ago, someone has died in my villa every year at this time."
Zhang Chunhe deliberately paused, then looked at the people in the room.
"It always happens at this time, and every time it's a natural death. That's why there are rumors about hot spring ghost stories. This time, I invited several masters here with the goal of breaking the curse. But I didn't expect it to be so severe this time, even a master exorcist... ah!"
Zhang Chunhe looked heartbroken and kept wiping tears from the corners of his eyes.
Yan Ran and Jie Qianchou looked at each other, feeling confused.
Bu Kui began to rub his solar plexus again. He looked at Jie Qianchou and said, "I say, Great Immortal, why is it that wherever you are, everything is so strange?"
Xie Qianchou's mouth twitched: "No, what does it have to do with me?"
Bu Kui ignored him and turned to ask Zhang Chunhe, "People die every year, don't you report it?"
Zhang Chunhe adjusted the big round glasses on his nose.
"Report it every year. Every year it's a natural death! And then the next year they die!"
Bu Kui looked at the people in the room and his gaze stopped on Wang Li.
"What do you do? Are you a ghost catcher too?"
Wang Li was tall. He stood up from his seat and said, "I'm a partner at Damai Media. I'm here to discuss the M&A project with Mr. Zhang on behalf of the company."
Bu Kui nodded. He then asked a few more trivial questions, but to no avail. Before leaving, he asked them to stay and wait for notification from the police.
After Bu Kui left, Zhang Chunhe called everyone back.
Zhang Chunhe's tearful expression faded, his face now alight with a smile. He had been planning to eliminate several people today, but a master had died. Zhang Chunhe decided that whoever could resolve the villa's strange annual death at the same time would receive a share of the 500,000 yuan reward.
Hearing the word "five hundred thousand", Xie Qianchou's eyes lit up. He nudged Yan Ran, who was sitting next to him, with his elbow.
"Maybe we can make some extra money this time."
Yan Ran patted Jie Qianchou's elbow.
"I've noticed that nothing good has happened to me since I met you."
"Didn't you say that I would be the next person to suffer misfortune?"
Chen Fangqin appeared behind Yan Ran at some point. At this moment, she was looking at Yan Ran with her arms folded, a half-smile on her face.
Yan Ran did not tolerate Chen Fangqin and responded with a smile.
"If we talk about misfortune, then you are more unfortunate than me."
Jie Qianchou slapped his forehead, sighed inwardly, and began to search his body to see if he had any melon seeds.
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