Chapter 63: The Small Mud Shrine
The barrage went completely crazy after a bunch of question marks.
Is this true? If it's made up, it's pretty believable. Liu Yichi's expression froze.
If I remember correctly, wasn't the rival who took advantage of his misfortune to blacken him Xu Yan? So, Xu Yan was being used, right?
[Holy crap!!!! I really don't know what to say. I never believed Xu Yan did that back then! He was cyberbullied for a whole year, and I didn't expect him to be vindicated today on a variety show.]
Don't make Xu Yan sound so innocent. All I can say is that he shouldn't have the intention to harm others. He intended to trick others but ended up tricking himself instead.
[Don't listen to what is said and heard. Don't you think that Huiyao Group is behind this? ]
[Haha, Huiyao Group has a billion-dollar business but doesn't do it, instead setting up traps for you on the 18th line every day, right?]
The surging barrage of comments almost covered the screen.
Li Lan happened to be there watching the gossip, so she quickly picked up her phone and opened Weibo. As expected, she saw several trending searches skyrocketing, and one of the tags even had the word "explosive" in it.
For a few seconds, the APP was completely crashed by the overwhelming number of people watching the show, but the trend of hot searches did not slow down at all. I don't know who started to dig up the past, pointing out that the remarks made by the small account had many inconsistent loopholes, as if they were waiting to be exposed. It was clearly a farce directed and acted by themselves.
Unfortunately, Xu Yan believed these things and added fuel to the fire. In the end, he fell into the trap and lost both his wife and his army.
Oh my god! It turns out the financial backer behind Liu is a senior executive of the Anyuan Group! Single and rich, no wonder Liu abandoned his wife and children to cheat!
[The suspected child's uncle has spoken out! Everyone, go check it out!]
[You can only know a person's face but not his heart. I used to like him so much, but he turned out to be a selfish Phoenix man. Ugh!]
There are many different opinions and the discussion is very heated.
Li Lan knew that no matter what, this matter was definitely confirmed. As for Xu Yan, it would be strange if he didn't fight this matter to the end. He would probably be grinning from ear to ear when he got the chance to turn things around.
The livestream of the variety show "The Call of the Mountains" was instantly flooded with new users, catching the platform off guard and causing it to crash. After issuing an urgent maintenance notice, the production team also announced that the livestream would be suspended and would resume after it was restored. The scene was in chaos, with Liu Yichi's face livid and his phone ringing non-stop. The remaining guests were also slow to react, still recovering from the shocking news.
Wang Fengxu asked secretly, "How do you know so much? Did you really calculate it?"
Meng Caiyun glanced at him sideways and said, "How can I calculate a single hexagram? Do you really think I'm a demi-god?"
Isn't it calculated? Long Zhu asked curiously: "Do you know soul-searching skills?"
Meng Caiyun lowered his voice mysteriously, "His wife passed away, and his brother-in-law asked a Taoist priest from Taiqing Palace to perform a ritual. I was the one who went there."
Due to the pressure from the consortium executives, the family did not dare to make any trouble. They took the not-so-high "mental damage compensation" and returned home in a cowardly manner.
Wang Fengxu sighed: "Good fortune and bad luck come from nowhere; they are brought upon oneself."
"Excuse me, three of you."
A few people looked up and saw that it was Wan Ning who was coming towards them.
The on-site equipment was shut down due to a sudden change, and the staff were busy all the time. Others also surrounded the director to ask about the follow-up arrangements. Wan Ning left the two masters and greeted the three people instead.
Meng Caiyun saw that her eyes seemed to linger on him, and he thought to himself: "What's the matter?"
"I..." Wan Ning felt a little uneasy. She had joined this show primarily to build a good relationship with Master Ding and have him help her solve her problems. Unexpectedly, the farce she had just witnessed had made her think that perhaps these seemingly unconventional young people here were actually more capable.
"I want Taoist Xiao Meng to tell my fortune." After figuring it out, she no longer concealed it and just lowered her voice slightly: "The remuneration is negotiable."
Wang Fengxu immediately revealed a sour expression, just like a pickled cucumber.
Meng Caiyun anticipated this and simply smiled, "Madam, when it comes to divination, the Miaoxuan Temple in Taicheng is much more proficient. Why don't you go there and ask?"
"I've been vaguely thinking about this, and I'm thinking I can find someone reliable to ask. That would put my mind at ease." Hearing the other party's refusal, Wan Ning instead confirmed the other party: "Master Xiao Meng, I hope you can help me with the calculation. Regardless of whether the result is accurate or not, I have no objections."
Meng Caiyun thought for a moment and asked, "What do you want to ask?"
Wan Ning's expression lit up, and after a moment's hesitation, she spoke, "It's like this, I... plan to marry my current boyfriend."
Another shocking piece of news was revealed so easily by the real person.
Wan Ning rose to fame early in her career, having previously experienced a difficult marriage. It was after her breakup with her ex-husband that she considered a comeback. She subsequently experienced a second surge in popularity, with paparazzi photographing her frequently dating a young man, who she later revealed was likely her surrogate student.
This gossip was quickly cleared up by the public relations team.
Meng Caiyun hesitated and said, "So your current boyfriend..."
Wan Ning admitted proudly, "Yes, that's the man the paparazzi photographed earlier."
Although there was an eighteen-year age difference between the two, she felt that she was superior to the other in terms of both experience and capital. She had always been well-off with money, and her appearance did not show many signs of aging.
So Wan Ning didn't feel like she was, as the paparazzi reported, an old cow eating young grass. She had initially given the young man a chance to enjoy glory out of pity.
"He was my daughter's senior," Wan Ning said, no longer hiding the truth. "We first met at my daughter's birthday party, and then we got in touch. Frankly speaking, I was the one who took the initiative, so I wanted to propose marriage."
"So what happened later that made you change your mind?" Meng Caiyun pondered for a moment. "You came to me for a fortune-teller, probably to find out whether you should get married or not, right?"
Wan Ning lowered her proud neck: "Yes, I have some information channels... Some people say he did it for money, but I don't quite believe it."
Wang Fengxu interrupted with a smile: "If you don't believe it, you won't ask someone to tell your fortune."
Wan Ning was silent for a moment. "I've dated a few men before, and each one was eager to get the contract or announce it to the media, but he's different." As if to convince herself, she added, "He willingly kept our relationship secret and didn't want any money from me. He even asked me to tell the media that he was just helping me choose a gift for our daughter. He didn't want any official status."
Meng Caiyun took out the big coins he had just picked up, tossed them six times, and then looked at the hexagram thoughtfully.
Wan Ning asked nervously, "Can you tell anything?"
Wang Fengxu also leaned over, and after a moment, he sighed, "What a bloody scene!"
Meng Caiyun suddenly brought up a bunch of unrelated topics: "Actually, ordinary people can also feel their own spiritual energy. Sometimes, when they are in an area with rich spiritual energy, or when their own energy field is undisturbed, they will instinctively feel repulsion and retreat when danger approaches or wrong choices are made. This is called sixth sense..."
Wan Ning was stunned for a moment: "What is this?"
"Well, what I want to say," Meng Caiyun pondered his words, "is to trust your own intuition."
"After this episode is over, hurry back and watch it."
…
Wan Ning was an impatient person, so he asked the director for a day off and left with his assistant without even packing his luggage.
Liu Yichi's situation was even worse. Before he could even sort out his mess, he had to face a sky-high breach of contract claim from the program's investors.
"If you didn't do something, you didn't do it!" He argued endlessly with his agent on the phone, and finally lost his temper: "This is defamation! I'm suing them for defamation! Where's the team you hired? What's the use of them now that this matter has become so serious?"
Zhong Xue moved slightly towards Jiang Bei.
The young man with distorted features and red eyes looked as if a layer of his painted skin had been torn off. There was no trace of the warm and artistic singer he once was...
Liu Yichi hung up the phone and walked hurriedly to Meng Caiyun, his chest still heaving, and the resentment in his eyes was so strong that it seemed to drip out.
Wang Fengxu stood up and reached out to stop him with a panicked look on his face: "Hey, hey, you can't do that. This is a pure land of Taoism, and Yuanshi Tianzun is watching."
It seems to prevent fights, but in fact it is just unilaterally pulling people away.
Liu Yichi staggered a few steps, turned around and pointed: "Swindler, swindler, just wait!"
Having said that, he suddenly left the recording site, and his assistant, who was sweating profusely, could only chase after him.
After leaving the B&B, he ran towards the mountain trail. The huge feeling of falling to the bottom of the valley swept over him. He was full of resentment and had no way to vent it. He could only kick the surrounding grass and tree trunks like a jumping clown to vent his anger.
"Fuck! A bunch of useless people!" He could no longer suppress his temper and uttered a few curse words: "Go to hell!"
The upper of his shoe slammed against the rammed earth, a few cracks and shatters of it. He finally snapped out of his rage, realizing he'd accidentally destroyed a small shrine. Broken tiles clung to the low earthen wall. The roof had been completely ripped off, and the clay sculpture inside had shattered headfirst into several pieces. A cat-like, tiger-like head lay buried in the grass, staring at him with a half-smile on its face.
"What are you looking at!" Liu Yichi felt a chill in his heart. He shouted, trying to hide his mistake, "Playing tricks! You're all playing tricks!"
Suddenly, for a moment, the bone-chilling chill I'd felt before returned. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and my heartbeat quickened.
Can't stay here any longer.
He had this thought inexplicably.
In a moment, he ran back, but the strange thing was that he could vaguely hear his assistant calling his name not far away just a second ago, but at that moment, there was complete silence, not a sound at all.
The return journey became infinitely long.
Is it... a ghost wall? How is that possible?
He began to tremble unconsciously.
"I... I was wrong!" He thought of the broken clay statue, and his voice was tinged with fear: "I was just passing by, don't bother me, no-"
His voice suddenly stopped, and he disappeared into the mountains and forests without any warning.
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