Chapter 62 Invitation
Upon hearing this, a hint of displeasure flashed in Daoist Youxu's eyes.
But in an instant, he returned to his inscrutable demeanor.
He took a deep breath and quickly formed hand seals in front of his chest, his movements so fluid and graceful that they dazzled Lu Jianhong.
As the hand seals were completed, he suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp glint in them, and uttered a low shout: "Rise!"
The few copper coins that were lying quietly on the table suddenly seemed to be moved by an invisible hand and slowly floated up.
The copper coin spun slowly in mid-air, making a crisp clinking sound.
“Benefactor Lu, look at this copper coin. I am using my spiritual power to control it.” Fine beads of sweat appeared on Daoist Youxu’s forehead as he maintained the spell. “Even if ordinary people know the incantation and hand seals, they cannot do this. Only those with profound Xuanmen skills can control it.”
Lu Jianhong stared in disbelief, his eyes fixed on the floating copper coin, and nodded subconsciously.
Seeing that Lu Jianhong was already intimidated, Daoist Youxu was secretly pleased with himself. He continued to work with his hands and muttered incantations.
The copper coins suddenly accelerated their spinning speed, turning into several blurry streaks of light and shadow, and then drawing an ancient "镇" (zhen, meaning town) character in the air.
“The word ‘镇’ (zhen) means to suppress. If it is used in Youmeng Lake, it will surely suppress the wronged souls in the lake.”
Master Youxu's voice sounded slightly tired, but he forced himself to continue the demonstration.
However, just as he was about to explain further, a gust of wind suddenly blew by.
The window of the private room was not closed properly, and a slight breeze disturbed it. The copper coins that were originally suspended seemed to lose control and fell to the table with a "clattering" sound, and the character "镇" (zhen, meaning "town") instantly disappeared.
Master Youxu's expression changed slightly, but he immediately calmed down and put his hands together. "It's alright. This place is not a place where spiritual energy gathers like Youmeng Lake. Even a slight breeze will interfere with the spell. If it were at Youmeng Lake, the power of such a spell would be doubled, and it would definitely be able to restore your peaceful project."
Lu Jianhong felt that what he said made sense, and most importantly, he was really eager to restore the reputation of Youmeng Lake and couldn't wait any longer.
"Master, when shall we depart for Youmeng Lake?"
Master Youxu raised his hand, signaling him to calm down. "Benefactor Lu, a magic array needs to be set up around Youmeng Lake to help me perform my ritual. Quickly find thirty-six thick peach wood logs, all the same length, and of the highest quality. Also, prepare ten barrels of fine tung oil to coat the peach wood and enhance its spiritual power. I will draw the magic array diagram. Arrange for reliable people to place the peach wood logs in order in an open area by the lake, with each log spaced one zhang apart. The magic array should be surrounded by red silk, and I will attach my specially made talismans every three chi on the silk. These items must be prepared within three days; they are crucial for suppressing the wronged spirits."
Lu Jianhong nodded repeatedly, feeling that Daoist Youxu was indeed professional.
"I will definitely have everything ready within three days! Then, three days later, it will be time for you to make your move, Daoist Master?"
"Exactly."
Master Youxu nodded confidently, his expression determined to succeed.
...
With a mix of trepidation and anticipation, Lu Jianhong dialed Fan Pingwei's number.
When the call connected, Fan Pingwei's calm voice came from the other end: "Mr. Lu, what can I do for you?"
Lu Jianhong immediately said in a voice full of smiles, "President Fan, it's like this, the problem of Youmeng Lake that has been troubling us will be solved soon. I have found a master of the Xuanmen sect, Daoist Youxu, who is fully confident in resolving the trouble caused by the wronged souls under the lake."
Upon hearing this, Fan Pingwei frowned instantly, his voice filled with obvious suspicion: "Lu Jianhong, what are you up to now? Master Qiannian made it so clear before that Youmeng Lake is extremely risky. Now that Daoist Youxu has suddenly appeared, don't be so desperate as to be fooled."
Fan Pingwei has been in poor health recently and is waiting for a kidney transplant. He is taking care of his health every day, which has made him somewhat irritable.
He had long lost patience with external affairs, especially the Youmeng Lake project.
Lu Jianhong hurriedly explained, afraid that Fan Pingwei would hang up the phone immediately: "President Fan, I admit that [Qian Nian Gang Tong Wang] is indeed quite capable, but there are more than just her in the Xuanmen! I personally witnessed Daoist Youxu performing magic. He could make copper coins float and even arranged the character '镇' (zhen, meaning 'suppress'). He is truly skilled. We have made thorough preparations for the ritual, and peach wood, talismans, and tung oil have all been arranged."
Fan Pingwei snorted coldly, "Hmph, since the millennium master says it's no good, then this matter is in jeopardy."
His phone call caught the attention of his second daughter, Fan Yueke, who was accompanying him.
Seeing that her father was getting agitated, Fan Yue quickly said, "Dad? You can't get angry right now."
As she spoke, she gently patted Fan Pingwei's back, trying to calm him down.
Fan Pingwei glanced at his daughter, paused, and then an idea came to him. He softened his tone to reassure Lu Jianhong, "How about this, Mr. Lu, you have the Taoist priest prepare first, and I'll think about it."
After hanging up the phone, Fan Pingwei hesitated for a moment.
He had unwavering faith in Lu Yao's abilities, but felt that the Daoist Youxu whom Lu Jianhong had found was unreliable and might mess things up.
After much deliberation, he decided to ask Lu Yao for help.
He opened the app, found Lu Yao's live stream, and sent a private message: "Master Qiannian, hello. I am Fan Pingwei. I don't know if you still remember me? Lu Jianhong said that he found a Taoist priest named Youxu to solve the problem of Youmeng Lake. I am really worried about it and want to ask you if this matter is reliable?"
After a while, Lu Yao saw the private message and laughed.
Lu Jianhong refused to pay and found someone else instead.
She still didn't know how much real skill her peers of this era truly possessed.
Let her see.
After thinking for a moment, she replied, "Mr. Fan, if it's convenient for you, you can go and take a look, and then broadcast it to me live."
The situation at Youmeng Lake is complicated. If that colleague is not skilled enough but still tries to show off, it could lead to someone's death.
She could ignore Lu Jianhong's life or death, but if innocent civilians were involved...
As for the fee?
There are plenty of ways to get this Mr. Lu to willingly hand it over.
What Lu Xuan owed her a thousand years ago was far more than just this amount of gold and silver.
Fan Pingwei received the reply and made a decision in his mind.
He instructed his daughter, "Yueke, tomorrow you will go with Lu Jianhong to Youmeng Lake to see what's going on."
He decided to outwardly cooperate with Lu Jianhong, but secretly act according to Lu Yao's instructions.
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