Chapter 195 You named yourself Anning, yet you bring unrest to others.
Shen Yuepo listened quietly, her cold face showing no change in expression.
"Clothes... paper money... chanting sutras..." she repeated these keywords in a low voice, a slightly cold smile playing on her lips.
Her gaze calmly swept over the anxious faces of Zhou's parents, finally settling on Zhou Yulan's pale face and the two trembling infant souls on her shoulder.
“Miss Zhou, contact Master Anning now.”
She paused, then added:
"Just say that something else has happened at home and you're feeling uneasy, so you'd like him to come and take another look. The cost is not a problem. Tell him to come over immediately."
Although the Zhou family did not understand Shen Yuepo's intentions, they had heard Xiao Yizhou talk about Shen Yuepo's abilities, and at this moment they were completely obedient to her.
Zhou Yulan forced herself to stay awake and dialed the number of Master Anning.
Her voice was deliberately weak and uneasy as she spoke according to Shen Yuepo's instructions.
Just as Shen Yuepo had predicted, Master Anning immediately agreed upon hearing that "the cost is not a problem," saying he would arrive right away.
About thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang.
The servant brought in a person.
The newcomer was indeed bald, dressed in a moon-white monk's robe, holding a string of shiny Buddhist prayer beads in his hand, and wearing a deliberately contrived expression of compassion and composure.
He entered the living room, his gaze quickly sweeping over everyone, lingering for a moment on Zhou Yulan's pale face, then he clasped his hands together and bowed slightly:
"Amitabha Buddha, Benefactor Zhou..."
When his gaze fell on Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin, he clearly paused for a moment, especially when Feng Jin's invisible pressure made him feel inexplicably uneasy.
"Who are these two?" he asked, feigning composure.
Shen Yuepo didn't get up, but sat on the sofa, leisurely observing him, a hint of amusement in her cool eyes, "Master Anning?"
The bald monk puffed out his chest, trying to maintain a superior demeanor, and clasped his hands together in prayer:
"Amitabha Buddha, it is indeed this humble monk. May I ask who this female benefactor is...?"
Shen Yuepo was too lazy to waste words with him, so he took out his phone, pointed the screen at him, and displayed the dialing interface for the emergency number.
Her voice was as cold as ice: "Now, you have two choices."
"First, tell the truth. Second, I'm calling the police now to accuse you of fraud, involving a huge sum of money and egregious circumstances."
Her gaze swept across the luxurious yet oppressive living room, and she said meaningfully, "I trust the Zhou family and am happy to provide all the evidence."
Upon hearing this, Master Anning's expression changed drastically.
He tried to remain calm, but fine beads of cold sweat were already seeping from his forehead.
He turned to Zhou Yulan, trying to grasp at the last straw, his voice carrying a deliberately feigned grievance and anger:
"Miss Zhou! What... what do you mean by this?! This humble monk kindly performed a ritual to help your unborn children find peace and be reincarnated. How can you listen to others' slander and falsely accuse this humble monk of being a fraud?"
"The child has already been sent away, don't be fooled! This will ruin your good deeds and cause endless trouble!"
His performance was excellent, and if it were Zhou Yulan who was previously in a state of mental turmoil, she might have been intimidated.
But now, with Shen Yuepo in charge, Zhou Yulan just looked at him coldly, her eyes filled with anger.
Shen Yuepo sneered and put his phone aside.
A pure golden light suddenly rose from her fingertips, and Chen Yuepo's voice carried a hint of cold mockery, "There should be quite a few wandering spirits around here, right?"
The light at her fingertips flickered slightly, as if summoning something. "Since you won't tell the truth, then I'll ask those two infant spirits to play with you. Let them tell you themselves whether the infant spirits... are still around?"
As she spoke and her fingertips flashed with light, the temperature in the living room seemed to drop several degrees instantly.
A faint, eerie chill permeated the air. Even the light outside the window seemed to dim slightly.
Upon seeing this, Master Anning shuddered violently.
He stared wide-eyed at the inhuman spiritual light emanating from Shen Yuepo's fingertip, sensing the eerie atmosphere that had suddenly changed around him.
He finally realized that he had run into a brick wall!
The woman before me is truly a powerful being with extraordinary abilities.
His tricks to fool people are just a joke in front of others.
"thump!"
The bald monk's legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees.
The compassion and composure on his face vanished, replaced only by fear and panic.
"Spare me! Master, spare me! I'll tell you everything!!" He kowtowed repeatedly.
Under Shen Yuepo's icy gaze, Master Anning confessed everything like beans spilling from a bamboo tube:
"I...I really can't communicate with spirits. I know absolutely nothing about those supernatural things!"
He cried out, "I...I just know a little about fortune telling and calculating the annual luck, and I can fool ordinary people to make a living."
“I…I don’t understand psychic abilities, but…I understand people’s hearts!” He raised his head, his face showing an expression of self-justification.
“Especially for people like Ms. Zhou, who are wealthy and have just experienced betrayal and abortion, and are completely overwhelmed by guilt and fear… their hearts are the easiest to understand.”
He looked at Zhou Yulan, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "I deliberately pretended to be able to communicate with the child... I made all those things up to deceive you!"
“I lied to you about burning clothes, burning paper money, and chanting scriptures, not for any purpose of salvation, but just to put your mind at ease.”
He seemed to have found some twisted logic, and his voice rose a few decibels:
"What kind of infant spirits are there in this world? People are just scaring themselves! They are all living people trapped by the idea of 'peace of mind'!"
“I meant well. I was helping those people overcome their inner turmoil, the hurdle they couldn’t get over themselves.” He pointed at Zhou Yulan, then at himself.
Then, he said to Zhou Yulan, "Look, after I finished speaking, didn't you feel much better? Didn't you feel that the child had forgiven you? Didn't you feel that the matter was over?"
“You have gained peace and are no longer troubled by your inner demons, while I… have gained a livelihood. Isn’t this the best of both worlds?”
His self-righteous and twisted logic left the Zhou family members dumbfounded, followed by anger.
Zhou Yulan, in particular, was trembling all over, pointing at the swindler, too angry to utter a single word.
It turns out that all her pain, fear, and self-torture were just mental anguish that this conman used to make money!
"A win-win situation?" Shen Yuepo coldly interrupted his sophistry. "What a self-satisfied excuse, what a win-win situation!"
She stood up, walked over to the slumped conman, and looked down at him:
"Unfortunately, you are completely wrong. Infant spirits do exist."
"Your so-called peace of mind not only failed to resolve her calamity, but also left the resentful infant spirit by her side."
"You claim to be able to read people's hearts, but that's built on the suffering of others; you're a knife that kills without drawing blood!"
Shen Yuepo's words shattered the liar's last shred of hope.
His face was ashen, and he lay sprawled on the ground like a lump of mud.
Shen Yuepo looked at the limp Master Anning on the ground, his tone laced with sarcasm:
"You named yourself Anning, yet you speculate about other people's thoughts and specialize in stirring up trouble and destroying people's lives, making people restless. It's truly ironic."
After saying that, she ignored the trembling swindler, took out her phone, and dialed the police.
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