Chapter 40 In your eyes, the people on the overpass are not worthy of talking about the word "decency"?
Upon hearing this, Shen Wangchuan went to the monitoring room.
His long, slender fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up nearly a week's worth of surveillance footage from the backyard.
The images flashed by frame by frame, finally settling on the record of the day Shen Yuepo visited.
On the screen, Shen Yuepo, dressed in an out-of-place old gray-blue Taoist robe, stood alone in the center of the empty and desolate backyard.
Shen Wangchuan stared intently at the screen.
At first, Shen Yuepo stood quietly in the scene, seemingly observing something. But soon, her actions changed.
She pointed her right hand and moved it rapidly in the air, not at all like "random dancing," but more like she was confronting some unseen force.
Shen Wangchuan felt a chill run up his spine and his scalp tingle.
This is absolutely not some kind of mystical act.
His posture and aura were exactly the same as when he had witnessed her suppressing the Ten Thousand Burial Pit in the Su family's backyard.
The surveillance footage showed that, apart from Shen Yuepo from a few days ago, no one else entered the premises.
Shen Wangchuan stared at the screen, his brows furrowed, his thoughts churning.
I have absolutely no clue what to do.
This sense of the unknown, which he couldn't control, made him more anxious than any known enemy.
"We can no longer sit idly by and wait to die."
Shen Wangchuan suddenly stood up, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.
Since we cannot understand the enemy's methods, we can only defend ourselves in the most clumsy but also the most direct way.
He immediately dialed his assistant's number.
"Contact a security company for me and dispatch the most elite personnel to patrol the Shen family ancestral home in three shifts, 24 hours a day."
He paused, then added, "Tell them that if they see anything unusual, they shouldn't panic, but report it immediately. The reward will be tripled!"
After hanging up the phone, Shen Wangchuan walked to the window and looked out at the gloomy backyard.
If no one can truly break this deadlock, will they really have to comply with Shen Yuepo's request and sever their ties with her?
If it were the day she returned to the Shen family, he would have agreed without hesitation.
But now—
Shen Wangchuan suddenly realized that he couldn't imagine the scene of that girl with the always cold face leaving the Shen family forever.
This realization made him feel inexplicably tight in his chest, as if someone had gripped his heart tightly.
The next morning, Shen Yuepo opened her eyes.
The first rays of dawn were breaking outside the window, but she was wide awake.
Last night she suddenly remembered something.
After retrieving the Fengdu Seal and Soul-Locking Chain from Fengjin, breaking the life-and-death pact, and severing ties with the Shen family...
She is going back to Jingxu Temple.
She frowned slightly, recalling the "begging to be taken care of" look on her cheap senior brother Lin Yanxin's face when he received a million.
Her "money-burning" approach alone is clearly not enough.
Moreover, given that guy's character, he'd probably just lie around even more comfortably if he had money.
They slept in the sun all day, eating sunflower seeds, until they had slept so much that they had created human-shaped craters on the roof of the Taoist temple.
No, he needs to move around.
How could he do that? A resolute glint flashed in Shen Yuepo's cold eyes.
reputation.
Xujing Temple needs a reputation and incense offerings to ensure a continuous source of funding for its renovations, and to force that lazy fellow Lin Yanxin to get busy and take on the responsibilities of the abbot.
She took out her phone, tapped on Lin Yanxin's profile picture, and quickly typed:
"We are preparing to renovate the main hall of the Taoist temple. Starting next week, pilgrims will be coming to the mountain, so we will make sure to receive them well."
"If you lose your composure and dignity, I will cut off your source of income."
The message was sent successfully.
She could imagine Lin Yanxin frantically jumping up and down in the Taoist temple, cursing and swearing, yet having no choice but to rummage through boxes and cabinets to find the scriptures.
very good.
The next step is to figure out how to "create" a reputation and attract pilgrims.
Shen Yuepo's thinking was clear and direct: set up a fortune-telling stall on the overpass!
Shen Yuepo finished washing and grooming.
Without a moment's hesitation, she went straight into the tool shed in the backyard.
When he came out a moment later, he had a piece of cardboard about the size of an A3 sheet of paper in his hand.
It was taken from a discarded packaging box.
She found a thick ink brush, and with a flourish of her brush, she wrote several powerful characters on the cardboard:
"Infallible predictions! No money if it's not accurate!"
Looking at the simple yet unrestrained signboard, Shen Yuepo nodded in satisfaction.
reputation?
Let's start from the overpass in the most bustling area of the capital.
Carrying her homemade sign, she had just reached the entrance of the living room when she encountered Madam Shen and Shen Yichuan, who were about to leave.
Madam Shen was clearly dressed up carefully today; her Chanel suit made her look elegant and noble.
She was holding a bouquet of fresh white roses, clearly on her way to pick up Shen Yurou from the hospital.
Her eyes lit up when she saw Shen Yuepo's refreshing, neat, and charming outfit.
Shen Yuepo was wearing a new ramie long gown with a diagonal placket that she had bought yesterday, and her movements were graceful and unrestrained.
Her long, jet-black hair was loosely tied into a low bun at the back of her head with a simple ebony hairpin.
A few stray hairs fell beside her temples, making her cool and aloof face appear as if sculpted from jade, untouched by the world.
This outfit does indeed have the air of a young lady from the Shen family.
only......
Madam Shen's gaze sharpened slightly. This outfit was not one of the designer clothes she had bought for Shen Yuepo.
A hint of sadness flashed across her eyes.
His gaze then fell on the tattered cardboard in her hand, which seemed completely out of place with her demeanor, and he froze.
"Moon Spirit, what is this...?" Madam Shen asked hesitantly.
"Get out." Shen Yuepo said succinctly.
"Where are you going?" Madam Shen clutched the bouquet tightly and asked tentatively, "Would you... like to come with us to the hospital to pick up Yu Rou?"
His words concealed a cautious expectation.
"I'm not going." Shen Yuepo refused decisively. "I'll go to Tianqiao."
"Overpass?"
Madam Shen thought she had misheard. "What are you going to the overpass for?"
“Setting up a stall,” Shen Yuepo said, shaking the tattered cardboard in his hand, his expression as calm as if he were just saying the weather was nice today, “fortune telling.”
These words struck like a thunderbolt, leaving Madam Shen and Shen Yichuan completely stunned.
"Setting up a fortune-telling stall?" Madam Shen's voice was filled with disbelief.
"Yuepo, if you... if you need money, you can tell your mother." She hurriedly rummaged through her handbag, pulled out a card, and stuffed it into Chen Yuepo's hand.
"Here, there's 500,000 in here. Take it and spend it first! Ask me for more if you need more."
Shen Yichuan's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
He stared intently at the tattered cardboard in Shen Yuepo's hand that read "Ironclad Predictions," his temples throbbing.
Then look at her face, so aloof and almost otherworldly—
"Sinking Moon Soul!"
He shouted sharply, his voice filled with biting sarcasm:
"Have you made enough trouble? You dress like a respectable person, but it turns out you're going to be a fortune teller on the overpass?"
Are you out of your mind? You've completely disgraced the Shen family! Setting up a stall on an overpass? How could you even think of that?! Do you even know what dignity is?!
Faced with Shen Yichuan's roar and the card handed to him by Madam Shen, Shen Yuepo didn't even lift an eyelid.
She avoided Madam Shen's hand, her voice indifferent and devoid of any emotion: "My affairs have nothing to do with the Shen family."
"As for decorum..."
She tilted her head slightly, and for the first time, her cool gaze truly fell on Shen Yichuan's face.
That gaze was like the coldest ray of moonlight atop a snow-capped mountain, causing his raging anger to falter inexplicably.
"In your eyes, the people living on the overpass are not worthy of talking about the word 'decency'?"
These words were like a bucket of ice water, instantly suffocating Shen Yichuan's anger and leaving him speechless for a moment.
Shen Yuepo stopped looking at him and the flustered Madam Shen, and went straight out of the door.
The morning light outlined her slender and upright back, and the simple sign in her hand exuded an aloofness that seemed untouchable.
Madam Shen watched her daughter's resolute figure disappear through the door, clutching the rejected card in her hand, feeling only bitterness and helplessness.
Yuepo still didn't consider herself a member of the Shen family.
This realization is crueler than any rejection.
"Mom," Shen Yichuan's irritated voice came from behind, "Don't worry about her, that brat is very strange."
After being beaten up by Shen Yuepo that day, he specifically asked his elder brother to find Master Zhang.
It turned out that there really was a female ghost following him.
It's clear that Shen Yuepo, that brat, really can see those things.
Madam Shen acted as if she hadn't heard him.
She mechanically stuffed the bank card back into her handbag, only to find that her fingers were shaking so badly that she had to try three times before she succeeded.
A tear fell unexpectedly onto the crocodile skin bag, leaving a small, dark stain.
She suddenly realized that she didn't even know what Shen Yuepo liked to eat, what size clothes she wore, or what brand of shampoo she used...
She even remembered Shen Yurou's preferences, including the exact scent of her shower gel.
The thought coiled around her heart like a venomous snake, causing her so much pain that she could barely stand.
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