Chapter 110 The "raising" system is all the rage down the mountain now; just think of it as raising an electronic pet.
Lin Yanxin circled around the Shen Yue Po bottle, then pointed at the bottle and accused it:
"Look at her, she's practically nothing left, not even a ghost! What can she do?!"
"Help me sweep the floor? Help me greet worshippers? Or help me with religious ceremonies?! She can't even lift a teacup, can she?!"
"You're just adding to my burden, giving me another ancestor to worship and carefully serve!"
Lin Yanxin beat her chest and stamped her feet, looking at Shen Yuepo with disappointment and frustration.
Faced with Lin Yanxin's incessant accusations, Shen Yuepo didn't even lift an eyelid, his tone indifferent:
"The 'raising a pet' mentality is all the rage down the mountain now. Senior brother, just think of it as raising an electronic pet."
She shook the white jade bottle in her hand, which was nurturing Li Yao's remnant soul, and the faint light swayed gently.
"A pet-raising system? And an electronic pet?!" Lin Yanxin almost choked on her breath, her hand trembling as she pointed at the bottle:
"I can barely support myself! This dilapidated temple, inside and out, cleaning, performing rituals, receiving guests, shopping... everything depends on me! You want me to divert my attention to nurturing such a fragile, broken soul? Moon! This is exploitation! This is murdering my own senior brother!"
Shen Yuepo watched his performance quietly, and only after he had finished howling did she slowly speak: "Five hundred thousand."
Lin Yanxin's wailing stopped abruptly, as if a pause button had been pressed.
The expression of grief and indignation on his face vanished instantly, as if it had never existed.
Instead, he wore a radiant, almost fawning smile, changing his expression with astonishing speed.
"Oh, look at you, we're all on the same side! Talking about money is too formal! It's no big deal, it's just nurturing a remnant soul! Leave it to me, senior brother!"
His eyes crinkled with laughter, and he stared intently at Shen Yuepo, as if he were looking at a moving mountain of gold.
"I may not be good at much else, but my skill in strengthening the soul and nourishing the spirit is second to none in the martial arts world! I guarantee I'll fatten her up until she's plump and healthy... uh, until her soul is solidified!"
Shen Yuepo was not surprised by his reaction.
She took out her phone and quickly calculated her recent income.
In the past, Xiao Yizhou would help her distribute half of what she earned, so she couldn't always ask him for help.
She looked at Lin Yanxin and said, "The money has been transferred to you. The 500,000 is for feeding expenses."
She paused for a moment, then said, "The excess was donated. It was donated to the village at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain to build roads."
Lin Yanxin smiled with satisfaction as she looked at the amount of money that had suddenly appeared in her phone.
"Moon, from now on you'll be in charge of making money down the mountain, and I, your senior brother, will be in charge of helping you distribute your wealth!"
Shen Yuepo ignored his nonsense and put away her phone.
"I'm going to Heifeng'ao in the next few days. Please take good care of her during this time."
She gestured again to the soul-nourishing bottle in her hand, "When I return, I'll send her to reincarnation. As for the manpower at the Taoist temple,"
She glanced at Lin Yanxin, who was still excitedly checking her balance, and said, "I'll look for it again when I get back from Black Wind Pass."
Looking at her account balance, Lin Yanxin's reluctance vanished.
He patted his chest and assured her, "Okay, okay, Little Moon, don't worry, this little remnant soul is definitely safer with me than it is in Guanyin Bodhisattva's jade bottle!"
Just then, a chilling, biting wind swept through the entire backyard without warning.
Lin Yanxin's expression changed drastically.
The laziness that had just been basking in the joy of money vanished instantly.
A glint flashed in his eyes, and he swiftly stepped in front of Shen Yuepo, his wide Taoist robe billowing in the wind as he shouted sharply:
"What kind of demon are you?! How dare you trespass into the Void Serenity Temple! Reveal yourself at once!"
He had already secretly placed an exorcism talisman in his hand, exuding an imposing aura and displaying the authority of a temple master.
A cold wind swirled, and a blurry black shadow coalesced in the courtyard, revealing a horse-faced man with a somewhat bitter expression.
The moment the horse-faced demon appeared, it completely ignored Lin Yanxin, who was on high alert, and stared at Shen Yuepo with its large, bell-like eyes filled with resentment:
"Sir, you've made it so hard for me to find it! This is deep in the mountains and forests, it must have been exhausting for the horse..."
He complained as he carefully presented the steaming paper bag with both hands: "This is the breakfast that His Majesty ordered to be sent to you."
Upon hearing the name "Emperor" and seeing the manner and respectful attitude of this underworld official, Lin Yanxin's heart skipped a beat.
Although he didn't know exactly which big shot it was, anyone who could have a ghost messenger of this rank personally run errands to deliver breakfast and address him as "Emperor" was definitely someone he couldn't afford to offend.
He immediately suppressed all his imposing manner, keeping his eyes down and pretending to be just a background figure, not daring to even breathe loudly.
Shen Yuepo walked over and took the breakfast bag.
The bag felt heavy in my hand, as if it carried more weight than before.
She assumed it was something like fried dough sticks and soy milk, so she casually said to Horse-Face:
"Okay, I understand. You don't need to send me anything for the next few days. I have to go on a long trip."
Upon hearing this, Horse-Face nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I understand! I wish you a safe journey, sir! I'll take my leave!"
After saying that, he turned into black smoke and disappeared quickly.
Once the horse-faced demon disappeared and the yin energy dissipated, Lin Yanxin finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
He moved closer to Shen Yuepo, lowered his voice, and spoke with curiosity:
"Moon, which 'Emperor' is he referring to? When did you become so close to the officials below?"
As he spoke, he glanced curiously at the paper bag in Shen Yuepo's hand, "What kind of breakfast? Fried dough sticks or soy milk? Can you share one with your senior brother? I'm starving..."
Shen Yuepo ignored his gossipy questions and casually opened the paper bag.
A murky odor suddenly wafted out.
That taste…
It has the freshness of grass and trees, the weight of soil, and a hint of exotic fragrance that seems to cleanse the soul.
There were no fried dough sticks or soy milk in the paper bag.
Inside lay a simple, unadorned large earthenware bowl.
The bowl contained a murky liquid.
On the surface of the liquid, wisps of mist swirled, within which countless images, like fragments of memory, rapidly shifted and changed.
There were the cries of babies, the tears of parting, the deep-seated hatred, and the sweet laughter...
Everything appeared and shattered rapidly above the liquid, ultimately returning to nothingness.
Lin Yanxin was all too familiar with the aroma emanating from that bowl of liquid.
That is branded deep within the souls of all wandering spirits and ghosts, representing the beginning and end of the cycle of reincarnation—
Meng Po soup!
The smell instantly brought back painful memories for him.
Lin Yanxin's curiosity instantly turned into horror.
He suddenly jumped back several steps, pointed at the bowl of soup, and his voice trembled: "Meng...Meng Po soup?!"
He suddenly looked at Shen Yuepo, his eyes filled with terror, and his voice stammered:
"Moon...Moon, what...what did you do to offend that emperor down there? Can this stuff be drunk for breakfast?"
Shen Yuepo looked down at the bowl of Meng Po soup in the paper bag. Even though she was usually calm and composed, she couldn't help but twitch her eye at this moment.
The image of Feng Jin's face, filled with sarcasm and displeasure, flashed through her mind instantly.
What is he angry about?
Shen Yuepo remained silent for a few seconds, and then, under Lin Yanxin's horrified yet gossipy gaze, expressionlessly took the bowl containing the Meng Po soup out of the paper bag.
With a flick of her wrist, a crisp cracking sound rang out.
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