Chapter 256 The world is going to the dogs, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be.
Shen Yuepo took out the Reincarnation Ring and put Sun Yunle's soul into it.
Seeing this, Wang Xiucai rubbed his hands together, staring longingly at Shen Yuepo, and then secretly glancing at Feng Jin with awe.
Feng Jin then spoke, his voice calm: "Considering that you did not harm any living souls and have done a small service in maintaining the balance of Yin and Yang in this place."
"At this time tomorrow, a ghost messenger will guide you to the Bureau of Records. Three years later, depending on your performance, you may be allowed to reincarnate or be granted a low-ranking ghost official position."
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiucai was first taken aback, then overjoyed.
This is a million times better than when he was a bound spirit, living hand to mouth and waiting for sporadic sacrifices!
Moreover, it was the Bureau of Records, which suited this old scholar's taste perfectly.
"Thank you so much! Thank you so much for your kindness! I will do my best to live up to your expectations!" He was so excited that he almost started another long speech of gratitude.
Feng Jin didn't look at him again, but said to Shen Yuepo, "Let's go."
Zhang Qingyuan was still somewhat bewildered as he looked at Wang Xiucai, who had instantly abandoned his evil ways and was now overjoyed and ready to report for duty.
He glanced at the densely packed, but ultimately useless, negotiation notes in his hand, scratched his head, and said, "...That's it?"
Lin Yanxin rushed over impatiently, grabbed Shen Yuepo's arm, and pulled him outside:
"Little Moon, hurry up! Leave right now! I don't want to stay in this godforsaken place for another second. Your senior brother almost got exorcised by this old ghost's pedantic nonsense!"
Shen Yuepo finally couldn't help but chuckle.
It seems that pairing up my senior brother and fellow Daoist Zhang always produces some unexpected chemical reactions.
After successfully returning Sun Yunle's soul to his body and comforting the grateful Zhao Jiangli and his wife, as well as the relieved Zhao Yan, the group was already hungry as the city lights began to come on.
Lin Yanxin clutched her rumbling stomach and insisted on eating right there.
Zhang Qingyuan looked around, thought for a moment, and recommended, "There's a pretty good restaurant nearby that specializes in delicate southern cuisine. The food and the ambiance are both excellent. How about... we go there?"
No one objected.
Led by Zhang Qingyuan, they arrived at a restaurant located on the street, with a low-key storefront but exuding an elegant atmosphere.
The interior is decorated in a modern Chinese style, with soft lighting and excellent privacy.
As soon as she sat down, Lin Yanxin let out a long sigh, slumped into the comfortable chair, and then weakly patted Zhang Qingyuan's shoulder next to her:
"Old Zhang, I'm completely impressed by you now. You managed to turn that debt collector Wang Xiucai's story into an academic seminar, and even took three whole pages of notes!"
"It's a good thing you've taken the path of cultivation and have a righteous mind. Otherwise, with your honest nature of believing everything someone says, you'd be easily fooled wherever you go."
"I'm afraid I'll be sold out, and then I'll have to count the money for them. After I finish counting, I'll have to ask, 'Do you think this account is correct?'"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Qingyuan scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly and gave a simple, honest smile:
“That’s what my master said back then. He said I was too straightforward and easily led by the nose… That’s why he sent me down the mountain to gain more experience and see the true nature of people.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a waiter came over with an elegant menu in his hand.
Her gaze swept over the group, finally settling naturally on Zhang Qingyuan. A familiar, respectful smile appeared on her face, and she bowed slightly.
"Young master, you've arrived. Shall we prepare the same menu as before today? The kitchen just received a batch of excellent crab roe and crab meat, as well as some newly arrived ham. We can add two seasonal dishes for you."
"Young Master?"
Lin Yanxin froze as she was about to take a sip of water, slowly turning her head, her teasing expression instantly turning into shock.
Zhang Qingyuan first nodded gently to the waiter, "Yes, just follow the previous menu, and prepare the portions for... four people."
He then handed the menu to Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin, "Fellow Daoist Shen, Your Majesty, is there anything you particularly want to eat?"
Feng Jin glanced at the menu briefly before shaking his head to indicate that there was none.
Shen Yuepo took the menu but didn't open it. Instead, she looked at Zhang Qingyuan with a smile in her eyes and teased him:
"No wonder Fellow Daoist Zhang highly recommended this place; it turns out it's your family's property. Alright, I trust Young Master Zhang's taste; we'll go with your choice."
She paused, then added, "Could you please bring a few more of your signature desserts?"
"Okay, no problem." The waiter noted it down.
Zhang Qingyuan's ears turned slightly red after Shen Yuepo's words. He smiled sheepishly and then turned to Lin Yanxin, who was still in a daze:
"Fellow Daoist Lin, is there anything you can't eat, or anything you particularly crave?"
Lin Yanxin finally recovered from the shock. He clutched his chest, feigning deep distress, and pointed a trembling finger at Zhang Qingyuan:
"Old Zhang! You...you've been hiding your true strength! So, among this group of people, Boss Feng is at the top level of the Netherworld, and my junior sister has already made a lot of money since she came down the mountain."
"And you... though a bit simple-minded, you're just a rich young master who's out experiencing life?!"
"Am I the only poor Taoist priest here?!"
His exaggerated expression made Shen Yuepo laugh.
Zhang Qingyuan quickly waved his hand, looking even more embarrassed, "No, no, Fellow Daoist Lin, you flatter me. I rarely interfere in other people's affairs."
He quickly told the waiter, "Prepare according to the previous menu first, and then bring one serving of each of the store's best-selling desserts."
"Yes, young master." The waiter smiled and withdrew.
Lin Yanxin continued to clutch her chest, her expression bitter: "Alas, the world is going to the dogs, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be."
"I'm so heartbroken, I need dessert to soothe my wounded heart and my empty wallet..."
Just as Zhang Qingyuan was about to say a few more words of comfort to him, his gaze inadvertently drifted to the street outside the window, and his eyes widened suddenly. The embarrassment on his face was instantly replaced by surprise and sympathy.
"Fellow Daoist Lin..." His voice was a little dry as he cautiously pointed out the window, "You, you might be even more heartbroken later."
"What's the meaning?"
Lin Yanxin was taken aback. Following the direction Zhang Qingyuan pointed, she, along with Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin, looked out at the street outside the French windows.
Two people were standing under the dim streetlights of the restaurant.
Today, Meng Guichen wore a burgundy velvet long-sleeved dress, paired with a neatly tailored black long coat and matching high heels.
Her signature long, wavy hair was loose and swayed slightly in the night breeze; her makeup was bright and her red lips were like fire.
She exudes a lazy, sexy, and dangerous aura.
Standing next to her was a tall and imposing man.
The man's striking short, fiery red hair was quite eye-catching, and his hairstyle was somewhat unruly.
He has high brow bones, a straight nose, and a seemingly natural, nonchalant smile at the corners of his mouth.
He was dressed in a seemingly casual yet high-quality black casual outfit.
At this moment, a hand was resting naturally on Meng Guichen's shoulder, the fingertips even lightly tapping it, the gesture intimate.
The two seemed to be talking in hushed tones. Meng Guichen turned his head and smiled at the red-haired man, a bright and flamboyant smile.
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