Chapter 171 It seems she... has never paid personal income tax.
Without much elaborate ceremony, Shen Yuepo directed the five strong men from yesterday to quickly bury Chen Mo in Lin Xiudi's tomb.
Looking at the grave that had been refilled with soil, Shen Yuepo took out her phone and dialed Zhao Yan's number from the Special Case Bureau.
To avoid unnecessary trouble later, it's best to keep a record with the authorities.
After the call was connected, she briefly explained the situation.
Zhao Yan on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, clearly shocked by the matter, before speaking:
“Master Shen, I understand the situation. This matter involves unnatural factors and death, so procedurally it may still require relevant members of the Yu family and witnesses to go to the local police station to make a detailed statement and file it.”
"No problem, thank you for your help, Captain Zhao," Shen Yuepo replied.
"You're welcome, it's my job." Zhao Yan hung up the phone.
The group returned to the Yu family villa after descending the mountain, the atmosphere heavy.
Shen Yuepo stood in the center of the courtyard, turned her head to Yu Zhenghong and said:
"The ghost marriage has been dissolved, and the resentment has dissipated. Now, this 'Four Ghosts Carrying the Sedan Chair' arrangement is nothing but an empty shell."
She pointed to the four lush locust trees, "They must be dug up by the roots before sunrise tomorrow. Remember, the roots must be completely burned, and not a single leaf can be left."
Upon hearing this, Yu Zhenghong nodded quickly.
Shen Yuepo then pointed to the uniquely shaped artificial mountain in the center of the courtyard, "This artificial mountain, shaped like the roof of a sedan chair, is the key to gathering yin energy."
She paused, then continued, "During the demolition, it should be wrapped in red cloth and transported to the three-way intersection to be burned. After that..."
She took out a small bottle of cinnabar and handed it to Yu Che, saying, "At noon, sprinkle this evenly on the foundation of the artificial hill, then cover it with new soil, tamp it down, and thoroughly purify the remaining gloomy atmosphere."
Yu Che carefully took it, "Okay!"
Shen Yuepo continued, "A flowing water feature is suitable for this location."
She drew a circle in the air with her fingertips, "A circular pond, with seven red carp. The water needs to flow so that the air can live."
"At the same time, copper wind chimes are hung on the main entrance of the villa and all the main windows. The sound of the wind chimes is crisp and can dispel gloom, and their metallic properties can also suppress the residual wood energy and evil spirits."
Finally, Shen Yuepo took out four drawn house-protecting talismans from the cloth bag and handed them to Yu Zhenghong:
"These four talismans should be pasted on the four outer walls of the villa to ensure peace and tranquility for the home and prevent evil spirits from entering."
Yu Zhenghong and Yu Che carefully noted down each step and solemnly promised to do so immediately.
After dealing with the feng shui matters, Yu Zhenghong suddenly remembered something, looked up and asked, "Master Shen, how should I pay you?"
Shen Yuepo gave them the bank account details and said to Yu Zhenghong:
"Please donate half of the payment to a reliable charitable foundation that helps impoverished sick children or out-of-school girls."
She paused, then added, "Anonymous donations are fine."
A hint of surprise flashed in Yu Zhenghong's eyes, but he then solemnly promised, "I will definitely handle it properly, and I will send you the donation receipt for your review."
Shen Yuepo nodded slightly, turned to leave, but then stopped: "Oh right, remember... to erect new monuments for Lin Xiudi and Chen Mo."
Mu Ruoyan nodded repeatedly, "We will, we will definitely find the best stonemason!"
As Shen Yuepo stepped out of the Yu family's gate, his phone vibrated.
She glanced at the bank notification displayed on the screen: RMB 5,000,000.
As soon as Shen Yuepo returned to the room arranged for her by the Xiao family, a question that she had completely ignored suddenly jumped into her mind.
Tax!
It seems she has never paid personal income tax on this 5 million yuan, as well as the compensation given to her by the Xiao family and others before!
She realized that she had been completely unaware of taxation in the past.
This is not only a legal issue; the accumulation of excessive gray income will also increase one's own karmic burden.
A rare hint of trouble appeared on Shen Yuepo's usually aloof face.
She immediately took out her phone and searched:
How to pay taxes on large sums of personal income?
Taxation of income from Feng Shui consultations
Self-declaration of individual income tax
The search results made her frown slightly.
This is so troublesome.
It's obviously not possible to rely on yourself.
Once I get back to Beijing, I'll find a professional tax firm to handle it.
After dinner, the Xiao family's study was brightly lit.
Xiao Yizhou handed a note to Shen Yuepo, his expression grave:
"Moon Soul, this is my great-grandfather's birth date and time, found in the family genealogy, accurate to the hour."
Shen Yuepo took the note, placed the note with the eight characters written on it in his palm, formed a hand seal, and slowly closed his eyes.
An invisible force emanated from her.
The Xiao family members held their breath and watched nervously.
Shen Yuepo's consciousness sank into a chaotic river of time.
Using these eight characters as an anchor, she attempted to trace back Xiao Zhenshan's life.
Scattered fragments of images flashed by like fleeting shadows:
Scene 1: Flames of war fill the sky, tattered banners stand, and corpses litter the fields.
A man whose face bore a resemblance to Xiao Zhengqing knelt on the ground, his iron armor shattered, his spear broken, and a pool of blood had accumulated beneath him.
The enemy general's blade, reflecting the setting sun, slashed towards his throat.
"Bang!"
With a sudden muffled thud, dozens of enemy soldiers who were besieging the enemy were sent flying.
A white figure stepped through the pool of blood, his robes fluttering as he arrived, yet not a speck of dust touched him.
The man bent down, his wide sleeves drooping, and a wisp of light condensed at his fingertips, which he gently touched between the general's eyebrows.
The dying general shuddered, and miraculously, the flesh and blood at his wounds began to heal.
"Today I have attained the position of the Celestial Venerable of Longevity and Preservation, and it just so happens that your life is not yet over." The man's voice was like a clear spring gurgling.
The general struggled to kneel on one knee, his voice hoarse:
"Thank you so much, Immortal, for saving my life! Xiao Pojun is willing to serve you faithfully for all eternity, even unto death!"
An invisible mark was imprinted into the depths of his soul along with the vow.
The scene shifts abruptly, and the years change.
A quaint and antique-style delivery room, with bright sunshine outside the window and the fragrance of sandalwood wafting inside.
With a loud cry, a healthy baby boy was born.
The midwife beamed with joy as she announced the good news: "Congratulations, sir and madam, it's a healthy baby boy! The hour of Xu (7:45 PM) is an auspicious time! This child's destiny is beyond measure!"
The scene abruptly ends there.
Shen Yuepo broke free from the recollection, and she could no longer delve into the deeper memories.
"Master Shen, how are you?" Xiao Zhengqing and Xiao Yizhou asked Shen Yuepo with concern.
Shen Yuepo slowly opened her eyes, looked at Xiao Zhengqing, and said in a deep voice, "I'm fine. In his past life, Mr. Xiao had a very deep connection with that shadowy figure."
She paused for a moment, then briefly recounted what she had seen: "In his past life, Mr. Xiao was a general named Xiao Pojun. He was saved by that dark figure when he was on the verge of death."
"Xiao Pojun therefore made a soul oath, vowing to be loyal to him for all eternity."
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