Chapter 146 Meng Po and Meng Guichen
Xiao Yizhou skillfully steered the conversation in a way that neither made Zhang Qingyuan feel neglected nor disturbed Shen Yuepo, who was resting with her eyes closed.
As the conversation got more interesting, Xiao Yizhou took out his phone: "Master Zhang, how about we add each other on WeChat?"
"Great!" Zhang Qingyuan was flattered and quickly took out his phone. The two happily scanned the QR code to add each other as friends.
After adding Xiao Yizhou, Zhang Qingyuan suddenly slapped his forehead, turned to Shen Yuepo, and looked somewhat embarrassed:
"Oh dear, Fellow Daoist Shen, look at my memory, we haven't added each other on WeChat yet."
Shen Yuepo opened her eyes, said nothing, took out her phone, and brought up her WeChat QR code.
Zhang Qingyuan immediately scanned the QR code and sent a friend request.
With a flick of his finger, Shen Yuepo passed.
Zhang Qingyuan had just happily added Shen Yuepo on WeChat.
Just then, Xiao Yizhou suddenly straightened his expression.
His fingers tapped lightly on the leather armrest of the seat, his voice deepening: "Moon Soul, there is actually another request I have."
Shen Yuepo raised her eyes and looked at his face.
“The Xiao family has had a series of misfortunes this year,” Xiao Yizhou frowned slightly, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing his wristwatch. “The old man suspects that there may be a change in the feng shui of the ancestral tomb.”
The neon lights outside the car window cast shifting shadows on his sharply defined profile.
When he turned to look at Shen Yuepo, his eyes were full of trust. "So I want you to go and see for yourself. Only after you've seen it can I feel at ease."
After listening, Shen Yuepo nodded, "Okay. Shall we leave tomorrow?"
I'll see Zhang Lin and the Lu siblings off tonight, and I'll have some free time tomorrow.
Xiao Yizhou's tense shoulders visibly relaxed, and a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes: "That's great. But..."
He hesitated for a moment before speaking:
"The ancestral tomb is located in Zhuxi Village, Wenyu City, about a three-hour drive away. If we want to explore it thoroughly, a day trip would be too rushed, and we would probably need to stay overnight."
Seeing that Shen Yuepo's expression remained unchanged, he added, "Although the conditions are simple, I will make proper arrangements."
“It’s alright,” Shen Yuepo replied crisply.
Locating auspicious burial sites and examining ancestral graves requires careful and meticulous observation, and spending the night there is a common practice.
She is not picky about material conditions.
"Okay, it's settled then."
Xiao Yizhou's smile deepened. "I'll come pick you up first thing tomorrow morning. I'll arrange your food and lodging; you just need to bring your personal belongings."
Shen Yuepo nodded slightly: "Thank you for your trouble."
As they were talking, the van smoothly came to a stop at the entrance of Shen Yuepo's residential compound.
The electric sliding door opened silently, and Xiao Yizhou got out of the car first. He turned around and politely placed his hand above the door to block it.
"Moon Spirit, Master Zhang, you've worked hard today, please get some rest."
Xiao Yizhou bid farewell gently, his gaze falling on Shen Yuepo with a hint of barely perceptible lingering affection.
Shen Yuepo nodded slightly: "Then we'll be going now."
She was about to walk towards the gate of the residential area with Zhang Qingyuan when her gaze was suddenly fixed on a familiar figure at the entrance.
Feng Jin.
He stood casually in the dim light beside the residential area, his posture as upright as a pine tree.
Beside him stood a strikingly beautiful woman.
Her long, wavy hair flowed like seaweed, her red lips were like fire, and her makeup was exquisite.
Wearing a stylish fitted mini skirt and long boots, she exudes a mature, charming, and slightly wild allure.
She was tilting her head slightly, saying something to Feng Jin, her smile bright and radiant.
One was as cold and aloof as an abyss, the other as bright and radiant as a blazing fire; the two stood there, their height difference harmonious.
Their contrasting personalities created a unique tension that drew frequent glances from passersby.
Shen Yuepo's steps froze on the spot.
A strange emotion welled up in my heart without warning.
She couldn't explain exactly what it was, but she knew that the scene before her was extremely jarring.
His chest felt like it was blocked by something, making him feel suffocated and even causing him to find Feng Jin's figure unpleasant to look at.
Just then, Feng Jin seemed to sense that gaze with a strong presence.
He suddenly turned his head.
Their eyes met.
Shen Yuepo clearly saw his eyes narrow instantly, his gaze sharply sweeping over Xiao Yizhou, who was still standing beside her, and the concern that hadn't completely faded from Xiao Yizhou's face.
An invisible low pressure suddenly spread out from Feng Jin.
The red-lipped beauty standing next to Feng Jin also sensed that something was wrong.
Following Feng Jin's gaze, they saw Shen Yuepo and Xiao Yizhou beside her.
A smile of anticipation immediately appeared on her beautiful face, and she parted her red lips slightly: "Oh~ Your Majesty, is this your rival in love? You're quite good-looking."
Feng Jin gave her a cold glance, instantly causing the red-lipped beauty to shut her mouth, but the playful smile in her eyes deepened.
Feng Jin ignored her and walked straight toward Chen Yuepo.
Xiao Yizhou had obviously seen Feng Jin as well.
Sensing the other party's undisguised hostility, he understood that staying any longer would seem deliberate.
He glanced at Shen Yuepo, and finally just nodded slightly to her, his tone still gentle and polite: "Yuepo, I'll be going now, see you tomorrow."
After saying that, he didn't linger and simply turned around and got into the car.
The van quickly drove away.
Feng Jin stopped in front of Shen Yuepo, ignoring Zhang Qingyuan, who was standing next to him with a gossipy look on his face.
His gaze fell on Shen Yuepo's face, keenly catching her tightly pursed lips and the displeasure surging in her eyes.
He frowned slightly, then reached out and grasped Shen Yuepo's cool hand.
"What's wrong?" Feng Jin's voice was deep. "Are you unhappy?"
He asked directly, staring intently at her as if trying to extract the answer from her eyes.
As Shen Yuepo's hand was held by him, the nameless fire in her heart burned even brighter.
She tried to pull her hand back, but Feng Jin gripped it even tighter.
Seeing that she remained silent with her lips pursed, Feng Jin did not press her further. Instead, he turned around and waved to the red-lipped beauty who was still standing there, watching the show with her arms crossed.
The beautiful woman with red lips walked over gracefully in her high heels.
As she approached, Feng Jin raised his chin and introduced Shen Yuepo in a businesslike tone, as if introducing a subordinate: "Meng Po, Meng Guichen."
Shen Yuepo's expression froze instantly.
Meng... Meng Po?
She stared in astonishment at the stylishly dressed, radiant beauty who looked no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, then looked at Feng Jin in disbelief.
That legendary Meng Po who stands guard by the Bridge of Helplessness, brewing the Meng Po soup to make the departed forget their past lives?!
Zhang Qingyuan gasped in shock, his eyes widening and his mouth agape as if he could fit an egg in it.
Meng Po?
Their line of work inevitably involves dealing with ghost messengers, and the ones they see most often are the Black and White Impermanence.
This Meng Po... is completely different from the image of the white-haired, hunched-over old woman I had imagined!
Seeing Shen Yuepo's shocked expression, Meng Guichen curled her red lips into a charming yet slightly mischievous smile.
She gracefully tossed her long, wavy hair, extended her hand with a radiant smile:
"Hello, I am Meng Guichen."
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