"To think that just because you have a few tricks up your sleeve, you can drive someone to their wits' end—what is that if not robbery?"
"What about Mrs. He? Some of the babies she created as ghost infants don't seem to be stillborn infants."
Chen You paused, his expression slightly grave, then shook his head and said, "I don't know. A woman like her shouldn't be able to use such an evil secret technique."
Moreover, Mrs. Ho has always been somewhat mentally unstable, so I never paid much attention to it.
"If you hadn't provoked the ghost infant to make a move yesterday, I wouldn't have known she had actually created such an evil contraption."
The side quest is to investigate the root cause of the strange changes in the Golden Sky Building. If the quest says so, then it proves that although there were ghosts in the Golden Sky Building before, they were just ghosts of people who died normally decades or even hundreds of years ago, rather than evil things like ghost babies.
Since Chen You also said so, it can be deduced that the strange changes in the Jinxiao Building must have started recently.
Yang Sheng paused, and while eating the sticky rice, asked, "Brother You, your Taoist skills are so superb, why don't you continue being a Taoist priest, and instead you're here frying sticky rice?"
Chen You sneered, took out a handful of glutinous rice from his pajama pocket, and watched as the glistening grains of glutinous rice scattered one by one on the table.
"What's the use of having superb Taoist skills? Can they fill your stomach?"
In the past, Taoist priests all had familiar rice shop owners, and these relationships were passed down from generation to generation.
Eliminate zombies, earn rewards, buy glutinous rice, and build a Taoist temple.
But nowadays, when people die, they are immediately cremated. Without zombies, what is the point of Taoist priests?
Do you tell fortunes for others? We can't even predict our own fate.
My senior brother possessed the true essence of Maoshan magic, his Taoist skills were ten or even a hundred times stronger than mine, yet in the end, he couldn't even afford a grave!
At this point, a hint of sarcasm appeared on Chen You's face.
"In Hong Kong, land is incredibly expensive; even living people can't afford to buy a house, let alone a dead person."
Taoist priests are also human beings; they also need to make a living.
Using magic to harm others for profit will backfire and incur divine retribution.
I don't want to pretend to be a ghost or cheat people out of money, so I'll just have to fry sticky rice here.
Yang Sheng felt that he saw the shadow of Tan Bokuan in Chen You.
One is the tragedy of the end of the martial arts era, and the other is the tragedy of the end of the Dharma era.
However, Chen You was more extreme than Tan Baikuan, to the point of being somewhat cynical.
Tan Baikuan could also sell himself to the Number Gang to make money through shady means.
Chen You, however, preferred to stir-fry glutinous rice here rather than use his Maoshan magic to make a living.
Yang Sheng put down his bowl and said in a deep voice, "Brother You, there are definitely more ghosts in the Golden Cloud Building than just that ghost baby."
"If you don't want to take action yourself, could you teach me some Maoshan magic techniques so I can eliminate them?"
Yang Sheng had been eyeing Chen You's Maoshan Taoist skills since last night.
This world is strange and bizarre; brute force alone cannot subdue these ghosts.
So he also wanted to test Chen You to see if he was willing to teach him Maoshan Taoist arts.
Things you've come into contact with will become purchase permissions when settling accounts in the reincarnation world, requiring you to spend reincarnation points to buy them.
But if Chen You teaches me, I shouldn't need to buy what I've learned, right?
It's as if the martial arts expertise I awakened on the Dragon City arena automatically belonged to me.
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