Chapter 39 You admit that your son is addicted, right?
Duan Anlu took a taxi for twenty minutes, found a place with a subway, and then took the subway for another two hours before arriving at the headquarters.
The president was still scratching his head, not knowing how to write the report. The most important thing was not to scare the rich people and affect the donations for the next quarter.
Duan Anluo knocked on the door, and after getting consent, he opened the door a crack and took a sneak peek inside.
After confirming that only the president was inside, Duan Anluo pushed the door open with bold strokes and walked to the president's side under the president's cold gaze.
Then he placed the mat he had brought with him at the president's feet and smoothed out the wrinkles on it.
President:?
Duan Anluo bowed and made a gesture to kneel down.
The president was so frightened that he jumped up from his seat, "What are you doing?"
Duan Anluo said sincerely, "I've caused trouble. I'm sorry. I've caused you trouble."
The president quickly pulled him back, preventing him from kneeling down. "That's not the time to kneel down and admit your mistake. Hurry up and get up."
Duan Anluo didn't kneel down in the first place. He stood up straight and asked seriously while holding the table: "President, do you think the Zheng family's karma has been broken?"
The president was stunned by his previous actions and nodded, "It's broken."
Duan Anluo asked again: "I didn't hurt anyone, did I? I didn't attack innocent people, did I?"
The president shook his head, "No."
Duan Anluo was still feeling aggrieved. "The woman was killed by her husband and sealed away for over twenty years, becoming a tool for him to bring wealth. Zheng Xinhou's harm to others was his cause, and the female ghost killing him was his result. What does it have to do with me?"
Zheng Xinhou used his daughter as a tool to ward off evil, leaving her bedridden, suffering from illness, unable to live or die. She was only in her twenties then, the prime of life. Now she's forty, unmarried and childless, a ghost. Zheng Xinhou used her life—his cause; giving her life back was his result. What does it have to do with me?
The Feng Shui master murdered people for his own selfish gain; he was an accomplice to Zheng Xinhou's murder. A cultivator must first cultivate their mind; without a righteous mind, they cannot stand. He knew this was against the will of Heaven, yet he sealed someone away for twenty years for the sake of money. This was his karma, and the female ghost killing him was his consequence. What does it have to do with me?
Duan Anluo asked three questions in a row, which confused the president. Yes, it seemed that it really had nothing to do with Duan Anluo.
Duan Anluo continued to ask: "Their cause and effect, even the heavens recognize it. Uncle, what do you think I did wrong?"
The president was silent. Indeed, from the perspective of cause and effect, Duan Anluo was right.
Seeing his face in deep thought, Duan Anluo burst into tears, covering his face and rubbing his eyes, "Uncle, do you think I'm possessed by bad luck? Such a big scumbag, I've been staring at him to death. He has affected my reputation, and I have no place to seek justice. He still owes me money. I gave him the money for his daughter's medical treatment, but he didn't pay me in full, and he even asked me to pay in installments..."
The cold white skin was so clear and tender that even the pores were invisible. It turned red with the slightest pinch of external force, and even the beautiful eyes were misty. The president immediately doubted himself and wondered if he had gone too far. Look at how wronged the child was.
Duan Anluo said gratefully, "You gave me a certificate, which was like giving me food to eat, and I caused you trouble. I feel really bad. Hearing that you were angry, my heart... I felt so uncomfortable! I didn't even have breakfast and rushed here from home, just to apologize to you in person. Please don't stop me, I'll kowtow to you three times and then leave. I won't bother you again."
As Duan Anluo spoke, he was about to kneel down, holding the president's arm with his hand, and he was trying to pull the president down with him.
The president subconsciously pulled him up, and softened his heart, "Not really, don't be like this, get up quickly."
Duan Anluo felt guilty only because he had caused trouble for himself.
It was clearly the Zheng family's own karma and had nothing to do with him. He didn't even get all the money, yet he still wanted to come and apologize to him.
Look, his eyes are red and he is still rubbing them.
"Okay, stop crying. This can be done." The president was afraid that he would kneel again, so he quickly pulled him to the sofa next to him and asked him to sit down and talk.
"People in the industry use cause and effect to explain that whether it was Zheng Xinhou or the Feng Shui master, they were all doing evil and suffering the consequences, reminding people in the industry to be strict with themselves.
Outside the circle, I asked the logistics department to write more notices, saying that Zheng Xinhou had mental problems, hallucinations, and committed suicide. Remind everyone to take care of their health, go out more, and pay attention to their mental health.
After Duan Anluo made such a fuss, the president knew how to explain it, so he attributed it to cause and effect. From then on, he attributed all such matters to cause and effect.
Duan Anluo asked in surprise, "Is it really possible? You won't take my ID back?"
The president nodded helplessly and said, "No, I won't accept it. Next time, you must consider the consequences first and whether the public can accept it. You must not cause panic."
Duan Anluo said seriously: "Thank you, uncle. Next time I see a scumbag, I will walk away with my eyes closed."
The president was amused and said, "You'd better keep your eyes open. You can't let the bad guys get away."
"Uncle, you're so sensible!" Duan Anluo admired him, his eyes wide, and praised him sincerely: "If you were the emperor, you would definitely be a wise ruler born of heaven, with great virtue, great talent, and great insight. You would be able to plan and make decisions like a god. You would be able to govern the country and win the people's support. You would also be able to intimidate the barbarians abroad. You would be an unparalleled wise ruler!"
After saying that, Duan Anluo took advantage of the president's grin to put the mat in a corner of the office for future use.
"President, I'm leaving! I'll come to see you another day!" Duan Anluo walked briskly and closed the door considerately when he went out.
The president was laughing, then realized something was wrong and left?
No, he just forgave him, and he still had a lot to say!
The president chased to the door, but didn't even see Duan Anluo's shadow.
"Isn't he in poor health? How can he run so fast?"
The assistant came in with lunch and said, "He must have gone to the cafeteria. When he first arrived, he asked me where I was going to eat."
The president sighed and said distressedly: "It seems that he is very hungry. He didn't even have breakfast."
This kid is so sincere that he ran here from so far away just to apologize to himself.
Looking at these things around him, the president has a look of disgust on his face. When they do something wrong, they are like stubborn donkeys and kick at him. How can they be as sensible as Xiao Duan?
The assistant suspected that Duan Anluo came here just for lunch.
He even suspected that since Duan Anluo liked taking the subway so much, he might take the subway to have lunch in the morning and take the subway back in the afternoon.
Now the president is feeling relieved, so he won’t mention it.
In reality, the president's temper wouldn't normally make him a leader. He's soft-hearted and lacks ambition, preferring to drink tea and go fishing. He's like a male mother, nagging and protecting everyone in the club like their own child.
Every time someone in the club died, the president cried as if his son had died, and it took him a long time to recover.
Perhaps it was precisely because of this personality that the higher-ups had chosen him as the Guild Master. These young Celestial Masters all had their own personalities, some even influenced by the techniques of their respective sects. But no matter how strong their personalities, they were generally powerless against the Guild Master.
The assistant guessed correctly. After Duan Anluo had eaten, he did plan to take the subway back. He had a pass and could ride the subway for free.
He planned to come to the headquarters for dinner when he had time. He left at 10 o'clock, and since there were not many people on the subway, he would come to the headquarters for dinner, take a walk in the afternoon, and then take the bus back.
Ideals are full, but reality is skinny. Duan Anluo still overestimated his understanding of modern technology.
He saw a Taoist temple on the map and wanted to visit it. After searching for directions on Baidu, he took the subway there.
However, he searched from afternoon to night, and even when the stars came out, Duan Anluo still couldn't find the Taoist temple.
Only then did Duan Anluo realize that he was lost.
He sat dejectedly on a park bench, staring up at the starry sky in a daze.
Where is home?
How should he go back?
Jiang Yuan lives on campus, and Xiaobai can't go out. He can't even find anyone to guide him. Is he going to sleep here for the night?
Just when I was at a loss, an old voice sounded: "Young man, why are you here alone?"
Duan Anluo leaned back in his chair and looked lazily in the direction of the voice. The person who came was an old man with completely white hair and a slightly hunched body. He was holding a few broken cardboard boxes in one hand and an old kettle in the other.
Duan Anluo patted the empty seat beside him and said, "Grandpa, would you like to sit down and rest for a while?"
The old man smiled and waved his hands: "No, no, I'm dirty. It's not safe to be outside alone this late. You should go home quickly."
Duan Anluo curled his lips and said, "I want to go back too, but unfortunately, I'm lost."
The old man asked with concern: "Which neighborhood do you live in? I'm familiar with this area."
Duan Anluo thought for a moment and said, "It should be in the South City District. There are no residential areas."
"That's quite far! We're in Xicheng District." The old man was a little surprised. "If that doesn't work, ask your family to come pick you up."
"Family?" Duan Anluo's tone was light and sounded a little complicated.
He changed the subject and asked, "Old man, why don't you go home so late?"
The old man laughed and said, "I'm just sitting around doing nothing, so I came out to pick up some cardboard boxes."
“Is picking up cardboard boxes profitable?”
"What kind of money can I make? I only make a dozen yuan a day, but it's enough for my family to eat steamed buns for several days. If I save enough, I can even have meat on the weekend." The old man spoke with a smile, looking good-tempered and talkative. "At my age, I can't go to work, my pension is small, and my grandchildren have to go to school... I can't do anything else, so I pick up whatever I can."
Duan Anluo advised him: "Go home quickly and don't pick up any more cards. There are no cardboard boxes here."
The old man looked around in confusion: "No cardboard boxes?"
"This is a park," Duan Anluo explained. "To pick up cardboard boxes, you have to go to residential areas and crowded places. Who would open a package in a park?"
The old man was stunned for a moment, then he slapped his thigh and laughed out loud: "Hahaha! I was told, I've been wandering around for a long time and haven't picked up a single one!"
"Go back quickly, your family is worried."
The old man stumbled back. As he passed the park's streetlights, the glare seemed to make him uncomfortable. He subconsciously lifted a cardboard box to block the light, muttering, "Why is this streetlight so bright? How much electricity does it use?"
Duan Anluo's gaze fell on the old man's feet - empty, no shadow, and no feet.
He shouted, "Old man! Run! Your son is going to beat your granddaughter!"
When the old man heard this, his two old legs suddenly moved very fast and he ran home in a hurry.
This clumsy and anxious action made Duan Anluo laugh again. If he didn't go back, he would never be able to go back when the sun rose.
Not until the old man's figure completely disappeared into the night did he withdraw his gaze, take out his mobile phone, swipe the screen, and open WeChat.
After getting the card back, countless unread messages flooded in instantly, but Duan Anluo didn't even click on them.
If you look through it now, almost all of them were sent by Ms. Lin, every day.
The content is nothing more than concerns about his life: How is his meal? Is he sleeping well? Do he have enough clothes to wear? When will he be home?
Mixed in there were two messages from Duan Duohai, but Duan Anluo forgot to block him.
"When are you coming home? Your mother misses you."
"How's the job? Do you need me to help you find one?"
This can be considered as a concession and admission of mistake to the son.
Duan Anluo had never replied to him. Looking at these messages, he thought for a while and typed a line of words with his fingertips: Go back when you are free. I just found a job these days and I am a bit busy.
It was so late, and Duan Anluo didn't want to read the other party's reply. Unexpectedly, within a few seconds after sending it, Duan Duo replied: "Why are you still not sleeping so late?"
Duan Anluo: Yeah.
Duan Duohai: "What does um mean?"
Duan Anluo: Yeah.
Duan Duohai: "Can you please speak properly?"
Duan Anluo: Yeah.
In short, no matter what the other party said, Duan Anluo would reply with one word: Yeah.
You can imagine how angry the person on the other side must be.
Duan Anluo didn't want to bother him, but he was just feeling a surge of resentment that he couldn't let out, making him feel uncomfortable. Heaven's arrangement was unfair. Since he had let his father come, he should have brought his memories with him. That way, he could feel better. Otherwise, it would seem like he was being unreasonable.
Scrolling down, there was another message from an unfamiliar number: Go home, don't be afraid.
Duan Anluo was somewhat bewildered after reading this message. He couldn't even recall what this elder brother looked like, much less who Heaven had sent him.
If it was the person he subconsciously guessed... Duan Anluo felt a headache just thinking about it.
It was late at night and he was far away from home. He didn't want to bother his family in the middle of the night, so he could only... bother his eldest son!
Mu Qingzhuo studied during the day and had to deal with company affairs at night. His grandfather would assign him tasks every day and check them after he completed them. Mu Qingzhuo had to live a miserable life of going to school and working at a young age.
Just as he fell asleep, he received a call from Duan Anluo, "Son, I'm lost."
Looking at the time, it’s about the same time as the last time Duan Anlu was captured.
Mu Qingzhuo was confused. "What do you mean? Who's missing?"
Duan Anluo said seriously: "I, I lost myself."
Mu Qingzhuo was so angry that he laughed. How could such a grown-up person get lost? "Where are you? I'll send someone to pick you up."
Duan Anluo said slowly, "I don't know where I am. I think I'm in a park. There's no one around. I just saw a half-ghost that had lost its soul, but now there's no ghost at all."
Mu Qingzhuo comforted him: "It's okay, just send me the location."
Duan Anluo: "I don't know how to post. You post yours first, and then I'll click on it and you'll see mine."
This is the location sharing that Jiang Yuan taught him.
"Dad, mobile phones are not just for watching short dramas, cartoons, and gossip news. You should study something practical." Mu Qingzhuo suspected that Duan Anluo had become stupid after learning the mystical arts and was like an antique.
Duan Anluo asked angrily, "How dare you blame me? Who is the son and who is the father between us?"
Mu Qingzhuo couldn't argue with him. Seniority was putting pressure on him. He said that Duan Anluo was using seniority to suppress him. He sent his location, and after the two of them shared their locations, he found that Duan Anluo had actually run so far away!
"Wait at the park entrance. My family owns a hotel nearby. I'll call a driver to pick you up. Stay there for the night, and I'll send someone to pick you up tomorrow morning."
After thinking about it, Mu Qingzhuo still felt uneasy. Duan Anluo's face made it easy for him to get into trouble if he went out alone. "I'll pick you up in person tomorrow. Wait for me to send you the license plate number. Look at it carefully before getting in the car. Don't hang up the phone. I'll see you check in."
Duan Anluo did as he was told, thinking that the eldest son was more reliable and it would be beneficial to have more sons.
The next morning, Mu Qingzhuo rushed over. He had matured a lot since we last met, especially his eyes, which were firm and resolute, giving him a bit of the domineering aura of a young boss.
Duan Anlu was very moved. My son has grown up. Look, he is taller than him. He is only 1.8 meters tall, and this child is heading towards 1.85 meters.
Unfortunately, his son wanted to scold him right away, saying that he always left his father in the middle of the night. Who could stand this kind of stimulation?
Duan Anluo spoke a second before he opened his mouth: "Son, Daddy is hungry."
Mu Qingzhuo frowned. "How do things work here? Don't they know breakfast is served?" He turned to his assistant and said, "Hurry and arrange it."
The assistant quickly ran out, mentally cursing the hotel manager a hundred times. "This is Mr. Mu's dad! What a fool! He can't even seize this opportunity. Why don't you worship him like an ancestor?"
Mu Qingzhuo took a deep breath and looked at Duan Anluo again: "Do you think I won't talk about you just because you interrupted me? You..."
"That assistant is useless. Go back and replace him." Duan Anluo interrupted Mu Qingzhuo again. "He has intermittent eyebrows and hook-shaped wrinkles. He has no brotherly love. Money comes and goes like water. He is eager for quick success. His eyes are bulging, showing signs of fish eyes. He is greedy and entangled in lawsuits. If he stays with you, you will definitely get into trouble."
Mu Qingzhuo didn't expect to gain such a reward from this trip. He had just promoted this young assistant. That day, the child also secretly told him that he couldn't keep such people around, but he didn't pay attention to what the child said.
Duan Anluo changed the subject again: "Have you met any new friends recently? Someone who understands metaphysics and is younger than you."
Mu Qingzhuo was silent. Could it be such a coincidence?
Duan Anluo thought he had never seen one before, so he changed his question. "Are there any people who look pitiful and are different from others in some way? For example, those who like to raise insects, snakes, spiders, etc.; those who are two people living in one body and can turn against each other at any time; those who lock themselves up on the 15th of every month, often get injured, and can even talk to animals..."
Mu Qingzhuoyue's words became more and more outrageous as he listened: "I'm a serious businessman, how could I meet so many strange people?"
Duan Anluo smiled. These chosen ones would be attracted to each other. Catching Mu Qingzhuo was like catching a bait. Those people would slowly be attracted to him, and they would always gather together.
"What about the extremely poor?"
Having said that, Mu Qingzhuo actually remembered someone who was younger than him and whose family was extremely poor... "Is it weird that he's talking to a trash can?"
Duan Anluo's eyes lit up. Was that looking at the trash can? Those were Yin-Yang eyes, able to see things that normal people couldn't see!
Jiang Yuan has to open his third eye every time he wants to see something. People with high talent can see whatever they want.
He said happily, "Tell me where the child is?"
Mu Qingzhuo frowned, "What do you want to do with him?"
"I think he has a unique bone structure, so I brought him to be your brother."
Mu Qingzhuo was so angry that he laughed. He was addicted to recognizing his son, right?
"No, that kid is like a hedgehog, full of rebellion."
Duan Anluo said nonchalantly, "It's okay. You weren't obedient at first, but you behaved after a while."
The tone was similar to that of a walnut player.
Mu Qingzhuo leaned back on the sofa with his hands folded, not knowing what had happened to him. "I won't tell you."
Duan Anluo: “…”
Isn’t it a little late for Mr. Mu to have this rebellious period?
Mu Qingzhuo sent Duan Anluo home. Seeing that the house was finally livable after being renovated, he went in for a look around.
He was tired after running such a long way. Seeing that the guest room was very clean, he immediately wanted to lie down.
Duan Anluo stopped him, "You can't sleep in this room. Your godmother doesn't like others touching her things." He pointed to the room next to the warehouse, "You sleep in this."
Mu Qingzhuo glanced at it and refused: "That room doesn't have air conditioning."
“There’s an electric fan.”
"What's the use of a fan in such a hot day?" Mu Qingzhuo lay on the sofa. "I'll rest for a while and leave in the afternoon."
This place can make him relax completely, just like going to the grassland or snow-capped mountains, which can wash away the fatigue in his heart.
"If you want to sleep on the sofa... you have to ask it if it agrees." Duan Anluo saw Xiaobai growing bigger and bigger like a balloon, and then climbed up from the back of the sofa, apparently trying to scare Mu Qingzhuo. Duan Anluo was afraid that it would scare people into insanity, so he pointed out in advance: "This is its territory."
Even so, such a huge snake still frightened Mu Qingzhuo so much that he rolled off the sofa and crawled back to the wall. "Why do you have such a big snake? It's so scary!"
The weasel in the corner spoke up, "Kid, watch your step, you're stepping on my grandfather."
Mu Qingzhuo's image as a little boss was completely frightened away. He jumped up on the spot, pointing at the weasel with shaking hands, "What's wrong with this weasel? It can talk!"
Duan Anluo poured two glasses of water and handed him one. "You have to get used to it. My place will become more and more lively."
Mu Qingzhuo swallowed his saliva and took the glass of water with trembling hands. It had been so long since he last came. What kind of creatures did Duan Anluo keep?!
Xiaobai tilted his head and said to Mu Qingzhuo: Man, you don’t even recognize me. I saved your life!
Mu Qingzhuo was so frightened that he stepped back, "Stop, don't come over here!"
Duan Anluo reminded: "It likes to eat beef."
Mu Qingzhuo quickly said, "I'll buy it for you, don't scare me."
Xiaobai twisted his big thick waist and walked away happily, as long as he had food to eat.
Duan Anluo suddenly asked, "I saw many children on the road who didn't go to school. Why didn't Yuan'er come back?"
"The elementary and junior high schools are already on summer vacation. Jiang Yuan is in his second year of high school and has his final exams these few days. He will probably be back the day after tomorrow." Mu Qingzhuo thought of Jiang Yuan's grades and thought that he might know that he didn't do well in the exam and didn't dare to tell Duan Anluo.
Duan Anluo nodded, not caring about Jiang Yuan's grades. "Is that kid you mentioned on summer vacation too? How old is he?"
Mu Qingzhuo's mouth twitched. It turned out that someone was waiting for him here.
"I asked you for the kid's address. He has a distant cousin who works as a driver for my company. His family is very poor. He's just in the first grade of junior high school. His parents died young. His grandfather is a lunatic. It's said that he used to be a tomb robber and was in prison. After he was released, he became crazy. The grandfather and he make a living by picking up scraps."
After Mu Qingzhuo finished speaking, he saw Duan Anluo looking at him with disdain, "What's wrong with you? Don't you have healthy parents? Even if you have a grandmother, the yin and yang can be balanced, right?"
Mu Qingzhuo thought to himself that he didn't want to either. Who doesn't want to have both parents and live in a honeypot?
Duan Anluo continued to inquire, "How did you two know each other?"
Mu Qingzhuo: "I passed by his school and saw him being bullied, so I helped him out. He also said that the assistant next to me was not very reliable."
Duan Anluo knew who it was. He was the third member of the small team. He was born with the ability to see ghosts and spirits. The little he learned were some fragments of scrolls passed down from his ancestors.
In the past, tombs were all built according to Feng Shui. Tomb robbers not only understood Feng Shui, but also understood the history and customs of various dynasties. They studied ancient books and local county annals, and accumulated experience in searching for treasures and exploring caves.
The five arts of Taoism, namely, mountain, medicine, destiny, physiognomy, and divination, include seal physiognomy, name physiognomy, human physiognomy, family physiognomy, and tomb physiognomy. Tomb robbers learn tomb physiognomy.
From what Mu Qingzhuo said, the kid also studied physiognomy.
Just by studying the little things left by my ancestors, I can see that the assistant beside Mu Qingzhuo is unreliable, which shows his talent.
In the original body's memory, this child was self-taught and was the only one who completed his Seven Star Soul Locking Formation and successfully deployed it. Later, he used this formation to save many people.
However, because of his lonely childhood, this little guy grew up to be a dark-hearted person. Duan Anluo likes children with personality, who are soft and soft like cotton balls when poked, and he doesn't like them.
Duan Anluo became more and more excited the more he thought about it. He asked happily, "When are you free? Let's go find him."
Mu Qingzhuo looked at his smile with a cold face, and suddenly snorted, "I'm busy."
Duan Anluo didn't know why Haodaer's expression suddenly changed. "Then tell me the address and I'll go there myself."
Mu Qingzhuo folded his hands, looking like he wanted a beating, "I won't tell you."
Duan Anluo: “…”
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