Chapter 164 is exhausting to explain.
Hearing her senior brother's words, Song Chunxue was deeply moved.
She couldn't hide her thoughts from him at all.
She does want to help her older sisters, but her current abilities are limited.
Although digging up graves is quite scary, when unexpected wealth is presented to you, there's no reason to turn back.
She lowered her voice and said, "Then how are we going to go tonight? What if they find out?"
“If you know, then we’ll go together. After all, she’s your own sister, and we can’t let her get hurt…” His gaze fell on Song Chunmei, who was walking towards them. “Oh, then let’s not. Her enemies might drag us down with them.”
Song Chunxue turned to look at her third sister and asked, "How could you tell that?"
The nemesis he's referring to must be that bastard Zhao Qian.
"In our line of work, the most basic skill is judging people by their appearance. Otherwise, you might get dragged into a mess by some scoundrel and never recover. You can know a person's face but not their heart. Judging a person's heart is about observing their face. Once you can read, I'll give you a copy of 'The Art of Physiognomy'."
Master Zhang looked at Song Chunmei and said, "The people around you, my junior brother, are all very distinct. You can understand them after just a few times, and in a few years you will be able to see through people's hearts at a glance."
Looking at the Taoist priest in front of her, Song Chunmei asked Song Chunxue in an annoyed tone, "What are you two whispering about? Come inside and eat."
"Wait a minute," Master Zhang stepped aside and pointed outside the courtyard, "Please let this lady talk outside."
"Sister?" Song Chunmei got goosebumps at being called that and couldn't help but look at Song Chunxue. "Is this your lover?"
Song Chunxue rolled her eyes; she was tired of explaining.
“It’s not about lovers, that’s so vulgar. We brothers are each other’s benefactors, how can it be compared to the karmic entanglements and emotional debts in the eyes of ordinary people?” Master Zhang said gently. “Junior brother, your third sister is bewitched. If you want to turn things around, take her out of the courtyard.”
Song Chunmei retorted angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? Who's bewitched?"
Song Chunxue no longer doubted her senior brother's words and quickly pushed Song Chunmei out of the courtyard.
"Third sister, stop arguing. All these years of indulgence and tolerance towards Zhao Qian, what else could it be but being bewitched?"
The next moment, before Song Chunmei could react, Master Zhang held a talisman between two fingers and poked it straight at her brow.
"break!"
Song Chunmei was startled, feeling a numbness on the top of her head, as if something was spreading out from there.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
He waved the white whisk in his hand twice in the air, making a sharp whistling sound like a sword cutting through the air.
"Go into the courtyard," Master Zhang said in a deep voice. "Quickly."
Song Chunxue didn't dare to delay and pulled Song Chunmei into the courtyard.
"Bang!"
The next moment, the courtyard gate was closed, and Master Zhang pasted a talisman in the center, pointing his finger at the sword while chanting incantations.
Suddenly, a gentle breeze stirred, carrying a slight warmth, and then quietly disappeared.
Song Chunxue felt that the courtyard suddenly became a bit warmer.
Then, Master Zhang threw out another talisman, which flew straight out of the courtyard, making a thunderous sound as it exploded.
Then peace returned.
The people in the courtyard stared blankly at everything, as if they had misheard.
"Where's Alai?" Song Chunlian put down what she was holding and ran two steps toward the door, looking at Zhang Daoshi in alarm. "Alai is still outside."
Master Zhang smiled slightly, "Open it, he'll be fine."
Song Chunxue's heart also tightened. She walked behind Zhang Daoshi and asked in a low voice, "You didn't forget just now and deliberately lied to my sister, did you?"
Master Zhang smiled slightly, "That child is no ordinary person. That little thing just now will not only not harm him, but may even be used by him."
The next moment, Song Chunlian pulled Alai into the house.
Ah Lai stared at the thin lightning bolt on his right index finger and laughed foolishly, "Mom, what's this? It's so fun."
Master Zhang walked over and took the thunder flower into his hand with his fingers.
“It’s a Thunder Flower, only you can play with it, you can’t let anyone else do it.” With that, Master Zhang looked at Song Chunxue, “Come on, you try it.”
Song Chunxue took two steps back. "Are you trying to harm me?"
Master Zhang laughed and said, "No, you'll see once you try."
"No, I don't want to be struck by lightning." Song Chunxue had almost been struck by lightning on a rainy day before, and she already had a phobia of it.
"Then it's not up to you." With that, Master Zhang tossed the thunder flower at Song Chunxue, a slight smile playing on his lips. "See, it doesn't hurt."
"..." Song Chunxue, whose whole body was numb and in pain, froze on the spot, then raised her leg and kicked Zhang Daoshi.
"You say it doesn't hurt? Why don't you try it yourself!"
“I’ve tried it,” Master Zhang said, deftly dodging the question. “Sooner or later you’ll attract lightning if you take this path. It’s very helpful for cultivation and can temper your body.”
The others were confused, but they also noticed something.
This Taoist priest had no selfish motives towards the fifth brother; he only felt genuine camaraderie with his fellow disciple.
Song Chunmei felt a little regretful.
Song Chunlian felt somewhat fortunate.
"Let's eat, come inside." Song Chunlian held up a pair of chopsticks. "Alai, go get some bowls."
Ah Lai, still captivated by the magical thunder flower, asked the elder with a smile, "Are there any more thunder flowers?"
Master Zhang shook his head slightly, "No, I'll take you to the mountain to look for it tomorrow."
Alai nodded vigorously, "Okay."
A group of people entered the house and sat around the stove, making it somewhat crowded.
Song Chunlian was very happy. Her home hadn't been this lively in many years, and all the people who came were people she really wanted to see, unlike her poor relatives who would look down on her with pity during holidays.
They're clearly not much better off than her, yet they insist on thinking she's pitiful and needs charity.
Those people are just sick; she usually dismisses them without even giving them a meal.
They felt sorry for her, but she thought those people were ridiculous.
A large iron pot sat on a small stove, filled with meat and vegetables. Song Chunlian's smoked meat was very fragrant, and the long strips of pork belly were not greasy at all. Although there weren't many dishes, everyone was very satisfied with their meal.
The large slices of potatoes and chewy glass noodles made for a very satisfying meal.
"Fourth brother, your cooking is still the best. I've never eaten such a delicious hot pot before," Song Chunmei said. "Zhao Qian wouldn't let me make it, saying it would be a waste of food."
At this point, she looked at Master Zhang and asked, "Master, was there something on me that you used to cast a spell on me?"
Master Zhang swallowed what was in his mouth. "That's right. When you were a child, wasn't your head touched by a stranger who was about to die?"
"Ah?" Song Chunmei felt a chill run down her spine. "Taoist priest, don't scare people."
“Yes, when an old man in our village was about to pass away, my third sister went to deliver some things. She touched my third sister’s head, and my third sister said at the time that the man’s mouth smelled bad,” said the fourth sister, Song Chunlian. “Is it because you can’t touch him?”
"Normally, touching her would be fine, but that old man was something else. He not only borrowed her lifespan, but also transferred his bad luck to my third sister. Since then, things have become increasingly unlucky for her, and she has become particularly bad at judging people because they are all like-minded and bad luck attracts bad luck."
Song Chunxue bit her lip, almost bursting out laughing.
Although the third sister was pitiful, she couldn't help but laugh when she heard her senior brother say that bad luck attracts bad luck.
It turns out Zhao Qian really was unlucky.
Cui Cui asked blankly, "Taoist Master, my father... was he also cursed by the old man?"
“He,” the Taoist priest smiled meaningfully, “was born from his ancestors’ accumulated wealth, but due to his own misdeeds.”
"Will he hit me again?" Song Chunmei asked through gritted teeth. "How can I subdue him?"
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