Chapter 25
Boom boom boom.
The window was knocked again, but Cheng Puyu didn't wait for Rong Jing to wake up and floated in. He put his hands on the boy's shoulders and pushed him. Under the boy's sleepy gaze, he hurriedly shouted: "Rong Jing, my leg is gone!"
Rong Jing was awakened from her dream, jumped up from the bed, turned on the light, and saw Cheng Puyu's panicked face.
His gaze dropped downwards.
Cheng Puyu still looked like a ghost, but his right leg and pants had disappeared, leaving only an empty space.
He reached out and touched it, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes: "Which sect's Taoist priest are you fighting with?"
"It's Zeng Liangping. He has a magical instrument at home that was blessed by a Taoist priest!" Cheng Puyu lowered his eyes and stared at the ripped trouser leg. Although as a ghost, his legs wouldn't be bloodied even if they were burned, so it didn't look scary, but he could still feel a faint stinging pain, and...
This is really ugly.
Will he have to be a one-legged ghost from now on?
Magical weapon?
Different from Cheng Puyu's focus, Rong Jing blinked when he heard the word "magic weapon" and was quite surprised.
But thinking about it again, it seemed normal. When he was young, he had seen many people come to Xuantian Temple to ask for blessed treasures such as sachets, golden toads, and bracelets.
"Don't cry, I didn't say it can't be cured." Rong Jing saw Cheng Puyu's aggrieved look and hurried to comfort him.
Cheng Puyu raised his head suddenly: "Can it be cured?"
Rong Jing scratched his head and thought, "It should be possible, right?"
Just like when a human breaks a leg, getting a prosthesis or something shouldn't be a problem.
…
Because Cheng Puyu was injured, Zeng Liangping's evil ghost intimidation operation was temporarily put on hold.
When Yuan Siyu learned about this, her face changed slightly. Seeing Cheng Puyu's miserable appearance, she felt filled with guilt and hurriedly knocked on the door of the special department's office.
Facing the looks from the special department bosses, she felt inexplicably nervous. She swallowed and asked awkwardly, "Hey guys, I'm not here to borrow the little ghost this time. I just want to ask, if, if the little ghost's leg is accidentally injured by a magic weapon, is there a chance to save it?"
Chi Bai glanced at his legs, then put them down from the table and glanced at her: "Did you borrow the little ghost from Rong Jing?"
Yuan Siyu: “?”
It wasn't a surprise to Yuan Siyu that Chi Bai knew about Rong Jing's existence. But how did he guess that this matter was related to Rong Jing?
Yuan Siyu's eyes drifted away for a moment, and she stubbornly retorted, "What does this have to do with Rong Jing? Besides, I'm just curious about this question. Isn't this asking 'what if'?"
Chi Bai curled his lips.
Seeing that he didn't seem to want to speak, Yuan Siyu clasped her hands together and said, "I beg you, brothers. I will go to your Taoist temple to burn incense this weekend."
Chi Bai didn't mind earning some money for the Taoist temple. After thinking about it, he said the truth: "Ask Rong Jing if he can draw the magic talisman. If he can't, you can ask him to come find A Qiu."
The man by the window stretched his neck, revealing half of his face, expressionless: "I don't think I agreed."
Chi Bai: "I agreed for you."
Yuan Siyu didn't care about their quarrel. She quickly responded and said thank you several times.
When I turned around and was about to leave, I suddenly remembered something and quickly made up for it: "It really has nothing to do with Rong Jing."
Chi Bai nodded perfunctorily: "Yeah, yeah, you're just curious."
Yuan Siyu: “…”
This Deputy Chi can really make his fists hard.
But he helped a lot, so Yuan Siyu had to kowtow to him.
She raised her left hand with the palm facing upwards, bent two fingers of her right hand, pressed her knuckles on her palm, and hit it hard twice.
It’s done.
Running all the way back to her office, Yuan Siyu told Rong Jing Chi Bai's answer, and Rong Jing seemed to be thinking about something.
In fact, he had just asked Duan Yunshuang, and the answer given by Duan Yunshuang was the same as Chi Bai's, which was also in line with Rong Jing's original idea.
He glanced at Cheng Puyu, who was hanging limply on the tree behind the stall, drifting like a piece of cloth in the wind, and tried to comfort him: "When I'm done with the fortune-telling, I'll go buy some paper and cinnabar to fix your legs."
Cheng Puyu's eyes lit up, and he jumped down from the tree with a snap: "Okay, okay, if it works out, I'll treat you to a hot pot at Tianditong."
Rong Jing thought of the conversation with Xie Changshi that day, and his eyes lit up: "Can I take Xie Changshi with me?"
Cheng Puyu: “…”
Although Xie Changshi is Rong Jing's man, which worker would like to have dinner with the boss?
Cheng Puyu didn't want to disappoint Rong Jing, so he said, "I'll open a separate table for you."
Of course, Rong Jing had no reason to refuse.
He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Xie Changshi: I'll take you to Tianditong for hotpot tomorrow.
Seeing the words "Heaven and Earth Connection," Xie Changshi's eyebrows twitched. He had been in Yancheng for nearly ten years, so he naturally knew what "Heaven and Earth Connection" represented. Recalling his conversation with Rong Jing that day, he pressed his solar plexus and asked: "Don't you have to die or I have to die?"
A Jing: Cheng Puyu’s death is enough.
Xie Changshi: “…”
Beside him, Lu Yunji was sitting with his legs crossed, flipping through the documents he had accumulated over the past two days. He looked at one of them carefully and couldn't help but frown: "Why hasn't this project with Jiang been moved on——"
Before she could finish her words, she looked up and saw the man holding his cell phone with his eyes lowered.
Lu Yunji: "..."
I don’t know if Xie Changshi had been like this in high school, would he have had a chance to pull someone down from the top spot.
Unfortunately, Rong Jing was still a little kid at that time.
Xie Changshi wouldn't be so perverted.
He stood up, and although the arc of his movement was not large, it still made some noise, but Xie Changshi did not seem to notice. Seeing this, Lu Yunji walked behind Xie Changshi with increasing calmness, and pressed the pen in his hand against the man's shoulder. He originally wanted to scare him, but his eyes subconsciously looked down, and when he looked down, he was stunned:
"What's the point of you two talking about death or me?"
Xie Changshi didn't want to explain and changed the subject: "Have you finished reading the document?"
Lu Yunji curled his lips and said, "You are a boss and you don't work seriously, and you still care whether I read the documents or not." Then he threw the stack of papers in front of Xie Changshi and nodded, "The Jiang project is progressing a bit slowly."
"The kid in charge of the Jiang company keeps asking for leave every few days."
...little devil?
Lu Yunji's expression became increasingly confused: "Isn't Song Qing responsible for this?"
"The connection with Chen Rong was handed over to an intern." Xie Changshi said in a flat tone, "That intern went out to work part-time yesterday and broke his leg."
To be honest, Lu Yunji didn't quite understand.
But that didn't stop him from asking, "No replacement?"
Xie Changshi: "It has been changed since it asked for leave, but I heard that Chen Rong seemed to have encountered some problems in the past two days."
Lu Yunji uttered an "oh" and commented, "This project is really unlucky."
Xie Changshi: “…”
Lu Yunji touched Xie Changshi's arm and said, "Go find Rong Jing to get rid of your bad luck. I'll pay for it."
…
Rong Jing didn't know that a big business had already come to him. After he finished chatting with Xie Changshi, he put down his phone and started greeting his customers.
Since yesterday, news on various TV stations and various media on the Internet have been broadcasting and reprinting the Chang Tianrui incident. The shock and impact caused by this incident were really too great, which led to almost all the customers who left their contact information yesterday showing up after Rong Jing made the call.
——They have great trust in Rong Jing's ability.
A burly man in his thirties sat across from Rong Jing, his mouth chattering as he waited for the divination. "Actually, I've had this calculated before, but that person was just talking nonsense. He said I'd have a bloody disaster at thirty and that I had to buy his magic tool to survive it. As soon as he finished, someone came and called him a liar and beat him up. There was blood."
Rong Jing glanced at the hexagram and couldn't help asking, "Aren't you afraid that I'll have to buy some magical instruments too?"
The burly man said nonchalantly, "Just buy it. I don't need this little money."
After a pause, he added, "Besides, we have all seen how awesome you are. I am willing to spend money on you."
The little zombie likes to hear nice words.
Rong Jing pushed the copper coin out and reassured him: "Your wife will be here soon."
The single, sturdy man's eyes lit up, and he stood up from his chair, holding Rong Jing's hand and thanking her repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I'll treat you to a wedding banquet when I have the chance."
After seeing off the strong man, they welcomed the next one without stopping.
Mo Jingtong helped Rong Jing to order a fast food lunch and sent it to him. He bit the ribs and sighed deeply.
These ribs have no meat at all, so they are just for grinding your teeth.
So he stretched his neck and looked at other stalls.
Mo Jingtong was very considerate: "Master Rong, what would you like to eat? I'll go buy it for you."
Rong Jing took out five hundred-yuan notes from his newly prepared coin storage box and waved his hand generously, "Give me one each."
After eating and drinking enough, I worked without stopping until the evening.
Rong Jing didn't want to work overtime today, and couldn't work the night shift, so he decisively put the tortoise and copper coins into his backpack, and took Cheng Puyu to the store recommended by Duan Yunshuang.
This time's store is completely different from the Tianditong store. The latter is magnificent, like a shopping mall, while the former is a small store located on an old street in the old city. It looks shabby, and even a piece of the billboard above the door has fallen off, but you can vaguely see the name of the store: Asan Store.
...What a simple and unpretentious name.
Rong Jing was about to move forward when a hand suddenly patted his shoulder. He turned his head and saw Duan Yunshuang's tall figure.
The woman raised an eyebrow at him and smiled: "Caught up."
Rong Jing was surprised: "Sister Duan, why are you here?"
Duan Yunshuang: "I just happened to come here to buy some things. After I finish shopping, I have something to talk to you about. Let's go in first."
The door was closed, but there were lights and people inside, enough to show that it was open for business. Duan Yun pushed the door open with both hands, scanned the narrow area, and called out, "Third Master!"
"Pick for yourself." A hoarse voice came from behind the shelf, and a white-haired figure with a hunched back appeared, but the other party did not seem to have any intention of entertaining Rong Jing and Duan Yunshuang. He just sorted out the things in his hands and put them on the shelf.
Duan Yunshuang didn't mind. He said "OK" with a smile, then turned to Rong Jing and said, "Third Master has this temper, but he's a very good person. The products in his shop are of good quality, and he often gives us discounts."
In other words, the old man had no intention of making money from this store.
"My peach wood sword is broken, I need a new one. I'll go pick one out first." Duan Yunshuang pointed to a direction for Rong Jing. "Over there are papers and silks of various materials. Cinnabar is on the shelf in the back. You can buy whichever one you like."
"good."
Rong Jing watched Duan Yunshuang walk to the front right, then turned around and walked to shelf numbered 3. Although the shelf looked old and had a small capacity, the paper silks were neatly arranged in stacks with price tags underneath.
"The second one on the right has the best value for money, and the third one has the best quality, but it's expensive." An old and hoarse voice sounded behind Rong Jing. The boy turned around and saw a face full of wrinkles.
He blinked and called out politely, "Third Master."
"Well, if you need anything or don't understand anything, feel free to call me." The Third Master put his hands behind his back, looked at the boy's fair face again, and the moment he turned to leave, he said vaguely, "It's quite rare to find someone in your industry who works as a Taoist priest."
Rong Jing was stunned.
Then his eyes suddenly widened.
What does 'your line of work' mean?
What's his line of work? Of course, zombies.
Rong Jing didn't bother to choose the paper and cinnabar. Like a little tail, he followed the old man's butt and stuck close to him. He opened his mouth and chattered non-stop: "Third Master, do you know something?"
The Third Master glanced at the shadow behind him and said in a cold tone: "What do you know? I, an old man, don't know anything. Don't follow me. Go pick something up quickly."
Rong Jing said "oh" and muttered "I'm just asking", then turned around and took the best quality and most expensive paper silk, and then picked out a few boxes of cinnabar.
He chose the most expensive ones. Anyway, he was rich now. Even if he didn't have money, Xie Changshi was rich. It was no problem for him to spend money on high-end paper, silk and cinnabar.
The Third Master looked ferocious, but as Duan Yunshuang had said, he was actually quite a nice person. Seeing that Rong Jing had bought a lot, he even offered a discount. Rong Jing sweetened his words, and "Thank you, Third Master" became "Thank you, Grandpa." The name came out of his mouth. The Third Master glanced at him again, then snorted coldly, "Sweet talk."
Rong Jing ignored her, holding the thing in his arms contentedly, and said sweetly again: "Goodbye, Grandpa."
Third Master: “…”
Duan Yunshuang, who had watched the whole process, couldn't help but burst out laughing.
But in order to prevent the Third Master from picking up his crutch and beating people, she urged Rong Jing to speed up and leave.
She drove over and got in with Rong Jing. The moment she closed the car door, she glanced at the rearview mirror. The old man was still standing hunched at the door, as if watching them go away.
The smile on Duan Yunshuang's face faded, and after a moment he said, "Actually, Third Master used to be in the special department, but something happened at that time, and their entire department was almost wiped out. Only Third Master, who was away, barely survived."
Rong Jing leaned on the car window and looked back. The car just turned a corner and his view was blocked by a low building.
The boy withdrew his gaze and asked, "Has the special department existed for a long time?"
Duan Yunshuang sighed, "It's been a long time. The Heavenly Master Alliance has also been established for a long time. But you know, there's a saying that goes, things that come together for a long time must fall apart."
Rong Jing: “…”
No, he doesn't know.
This little zombie obviously doesn't have that high a level of education.
"By the way, didn't I just say I had something to talk to you about?" Duan Yunshuang changed the subject, recalling everything he encountered while handling the case. "I've met the girl you asked to report the case to the special department of the Yancheng Police Station, and I basically understand what happened. Later, I also discovered that the three deceased had contact with other people besides Shu Yuan."
Rong Jing waited obediently for her to continue.
"It was a reporter named Wei Zheng. He said that if nothing unexpected had happened, he would have died in the same fake car accident as the other three people that day, riding in the same car." Duan Yunshuang said, "But before that, his friend found him and said he had read his fortune—"
As soon as he finished speaking, Rong Jing's little head started to work quickly, and he soon thought of Gao Yongyuan, the reporter from Yancheng TV station who came to interview him and asked for a fortune for his friend.
Seeing the look of sudden enlightenment on Rong Jing's face, Duan Yunshuang smiled and raised his eyebrows: "We have a plan, but before we implement it, I want you to tell him his fortune again."
Duan Yunshuang added immediately after he finished speaking: "I paid for it."
Rong Jing: “…”
He is not such a money-loving little zombie.
But if you give them money, the little zombies will be very motivated.
His eyes curved, and he immediately nodded in agreement: "Okay, pick a time."
"You have something to do next, right? Then I'll bring someone to find you tomorrow. I'll take you home first."
"good."
…
When Xie Changshi returned to Yunjiang Bay after the social event, Rong Jing was sitting at the dining table concentrating on drawing talismans, while the intern ghost from their company who had taken three days off was lying on the table with his eyes shining.
"Rong Jing, you have to become a powerful leg for me when the time comes."
The cinnabar dripped onto the paper and was quickly brushed away by Rong Jing. He glanced at Cheng Puyu and said, "You're just a ghost. I can't turn you into legs made of gold."
After a pause, he added: "But don't worry, you will definitely be satisfied when the time comes."
After finishing the last stroke of the talisman with cinnabar, Rong Jing carefully picked up a corner of the talisman paper with his slender white fingers, and looked left and right with satisfaction. He could basically confirm that although he had been lying in bed for twelve years, his ability to draw talismans had not declined!
He is still that genius zombie!
After blowing on the talisman paper and waiting for the cinnabar to dry, Rong Jing stuck the talisman paper on Cheng Puyu's injured leg. Then, as Cheng Puyu stared with wide eyes, the wound on his leg began to gradually spread to the outline of his thigh, knee joint, calf and sole of his foot.
Cheng Puyu jumped twice excitedly and floated to the ceiling: "It can be used!"
Rong Jing: "Then remember to take me and Xie Changshi to eat hot pot tomorrow."
Then he turned to look at Xie Changshi, who was hanging up clothes, and waved to him with his legs crossed. Xie Changshi walked over, and the trainee ghost tactfully floated out the window. Watching its figure gradually disappear from sight, Xie Changshi sat down across from Rong Jing, his eyes sweeping over the large pile of yellow paper on the table. He first asked Rong Jing, "Have you had dinner?"
Rong Jing: "...It seems not yet."
It's so rare that he was so busy drawing the transformation talisman and fitting Cheng Puyu with a prosthetic limb that he even neglected something as important as eating.
Rong Jing put down the brush dipped in cinnabar, put his hands on his chin, and gave Xie Changshi a cute expression: "I want to eat beef noodles."
He pointed to the paper in front of him and said with a smile, "You make me beef noodles and I'll draw a talisman for you, okay?"
"Even if you don't draw the amulet for me, I will still make beef noodles for you."
"Then if you don't make beef noodles for me, I will..." Rong Jing swallowed his words back. Seeing Xie Changshi's raised eyebrows and half-smile, he touched his nose guiltily and said, "I'll draw the amulet for you tomorrow, because I'm going to be in a bad mood today."
"I get it, you little grumpy zombie." Xie Changshi pushed the chair away, dragged out the words, and turned to go to the kitchen.
Rong Jing made a face at his back and lowered his head to draw the amulet.
While painting, he was thinking in his heart - he could actually sell amulets, but it was too time-consuming to paint them.
The transformation talisman needed for Guangcheng Pu Yu took him nearly an hour. If nothing unexpected happened, this amulet would take even longer.
Fortune telling during the day and drawing talismans at night.
He doesn't even need to sleep.
Rong Jing shook his head to get rid of this idea.
Continue to draw talismans with your head down.
When Rong Jing was drawing talismans, Xie Changshi would occasionally walk out of the kitchen to check on Rong Jing's condition. He saw that Rong Jing was drawing seriously with his head lowered, and was silently mumbling something incomprehensible to others, asking for instructions from the gods.
He looked for a while and then went back to the kitchen silently.
Xie Changshi had seen Rong Jing draw talismans twelve years ago, but Rong Jing was too young and lacked the ability at that time. He swore solemnly that he would prepare a talisman for him, but the next moment he started bleeding from his nose and mouth, not only spraying red on a whole piece of yellow paper, but he also fainted for two whole days.
This can probably be regarded as the dark history in the little zombie Taoist's career.
Xie Changshi pursed his lips. Knowing that it would take Rong Jing a long time, he prepared a few more dishes and even put the beef noodles that Rong Jing specifically requested at the end to ensure that the little zombie could eat the freshest noodles.
As Xie Changshi was slowly putting the beef into the pot, the cell phone he had thrown aside lit up. He lowered his eyes and saw that it was Lu Yunji.
Lu Yunji: Have you told Xiaoweiba about bringing bad luck to the project?
Xie Changshi put the spoon aside, turned on the faucet to rinse his slender fingers, and then wiped them dry bit by bit before picking up the phone and replying: No.
Lu Yunji: Why don’t you go now?
Xie Changshi: He is not free.
Lu Yunji: He wouldn't still be telling fortunes this late, would he? Xie Changshi, how can you be someone's guardian? Be careful not to overwork yourself and get sick.
Xie Changshi: He was drawing an amulet for me.
Lu Yunji stared at the words on the dialog box, a question mark slowly appeared on his head, then he expressionlessly withdrew his previous sentence accusing Xie Changshi of being an incompetent guardian, and smiled: So you are showing off now?
Xie Changshi: You have good eyesight, you noticed it.
Lu Yunji: "..."
As if he was unaware of Lu Yunji's fucked-up mood at the moment, Xie Changshi leaned his lower back against the cooking counter and continued to send messages with a relaxed expression: If you want to see it, I'll bring it to you tomorrow.
Lu Yunji: “?”
He was indifferent: I don’t want to.
Xie Changshi: No, you want to.
Lu Yunji: "..."
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