"My good son, Daddy will take you to make money!"
Once in the car, Shancheng belatedly asked, "Where are we going?"
"If you pull this off well, Xiao Shan, you'll be famous in the rich circle. Just wait to be treated like royalty!"
"Can you make a lot of money?" Shancheng's eyes lit up.
Thinking of the dilapidated buildings on Longhu Mountain, the moldy and smelly blankets of the young disciples, and the extremely bland meals, he was eager to improve the lives of the Longhu Mountain disciples.
Han Fei met his shining eyes and recalled how, in the book, he had done many immoral things to help Xiao Liu, eventually becoming a heretical cultivator. He said earnestly, "Xiao Shan, you must hold on and not do anything immoral for money. Actually, you only need to focus on breaking the deadlock. Not only can you accumulate merit and do good deeds, but you can also make a fortune. Even if it's a hundred million, there will be plenty of people willing to offer it to you!"
"Is this ten million dollar check real?" Shancheng thought this Mr. Han was a bit unreliable. One hundred million? That's too outrageous! Are those rich people really that rich?
“Forging checks is illegal, and I am a law-abiding citizen,” Han Fei said with a smile.
Shancheng stared at his face suspiciously.
Even with physiognomy, he couldn't discern anything, only that this person was originally destined for a short life, but later had a great opportunity, and now shows signs of longevity, at least a hundred years old.
However, looking at his wealth palace, it is all blurry and unclear, which suggests that he is a poor person. Yet, his servant palace is full and thick, making it a very contradictory face.
Shancheng rubbed his eyes, feeling that they were sore and painful from looking at them for too long.
His master had instructed him that if looking at someone for too long made him feel tired, his eyes sore, or his head dizzy, he should never try to peek into the secrets of heaven.
This person is probably no ordinary individual; he must be extremely wealthy and powerful, possessing immense merit and protection, and is not someone a minor Taoist priest could easily investigate.
In ancient times, this situation would only occur with prime ministers, grand secretaries, emperors, and members of the royal family—people who could change the fate of the nation.
Shan Cheng's heart raced, and he felt slightly breathless. He dared not look at Han Fei's face or his future any longer.
"Your eyes hurt?" Han Fei asked with a smile, "Did you see something on my face?"
Shancheng waved his hands repeatedly: "Father Han, I dare not look at you any longer, it would be too much for me."
"It seems you've figured something out. Tell me about it?"
"It cannot be said, it cannot be said." Shan Cheng waved his hands repeatedly, and he really didn't dare to look again, keeping his eyes tightly closed the whole time.
"Dad Han, I'm afraid I might accidentally run out of breath, my heart will stop, and I'll die from shock. Please, don't let me see your face!"
Shancheng took out a pair of sunglasses from his bag, put them on, and looked out the window.
Han Fei: "...Surely not? What kind of ferocious beast am I?"
Shan Cheng pressed himself against the car window, keeping a distance from Han Fei. This stance made it clear that Han Fei was more dangerous than a ferocious beast in the lake.
Han Fei shrugged: "When you said before that the young boss would be haunted by something evil, were you just trying to scare him, or were you serious?"
“Although I have not been a Taoist for long, because I was once a fool and have a pure heart, I have a talent for cultivation. I will not be wrong about that child…” Shan Cheng said carefully, “He may be a person of great kindness, or he may be a person of great evil.”
"What's the difference between saying something and saying nothing at all, given the ambiguity?"
"What I mean is, if he is not properly taught, he will do extremely evil things, and he will attract evil things, becoming more and more evil, with no way back. But he also has a good side, he is a person who can become a Buddha or a demon in a single thought."
Han Fei believed it in his heart.
The young leader is a contradictory character in the book; he is a ruthless killer who kills without hesitation, yet he is also a kind-hearted person who robs the rich to help the poor.
He could kill everyone in a casino and steal all the money, or he could turn around and donate all the money to an orphanage, to impoverished mountain areas, to build roads, to repair houses, and in the end, he would have nothing left.
Because of his childhood experiences, he fears that the tragedy will repeat itself.
He demanded that the director of the orphanage he donated to raise the adoption criteria, implement strict screening at every level, and visit the adopted children once a year even after adoption. If the director found that the children were not doing well, he would immediately take them back to the orphanage.
Children who do not wish to be adopted or leave the orphanage should not be forced.
With his donation, the orphanage could afford to raise these children and support their education. They would also be provided with affordable housing when the children reached adulthood. Everything was arranged so that no one else would need to raise the children, and the orphanage could handle all of this. Naturally, the directors all agreed.
He is willing to pay for road construction, house repair, environmental improvement, patrols, and geological surveys in impoverished areas. If there are any signs of danger such as landslides, earthquakes, or floods, he will immediately evacuate everyone. Even if it is a false alarm and causes financial losses, he will bear all the consequences.
He robbed multiple casinos, shut down several ice-making basements, and raided numerous illegal bars, accumulating wealth through double-crossing, yet he was also the poorest person, never keeping any money on him.
When he was captured, he did not resist. In fact, he was willing to fight back with a gun and he could have escaped, but he did not kill any of the police officers.
Every country has its laws, and every family has its rules. Even if he is a real-life version of a ruthless scoundrel who is admired for robbing the rich to help the poor, he is still a murderer with blood on his hands.
When he was finally brought to justice and sentenced, he was very calm. His only wish was to tell his children that their Dad had gone on a world tour.
After his death, countless villagers who had come from the mountains surrounded the execution ground.
They are waiting, waiting for their hero.
Each of them held incense sticks, lit them, and hoped that the wisps of smoke would guide him to a brighter future.
They don't think their hero is a murderer; they think he is a god, a deity sent by heaven to help them. Now his time has come; he has completed his tribulation and his life's journey, and he should return to the ranks of the immortals to continue being a god.
When his ashes were brought out, everyone scrambled to claim them, as every village wanted to take the hero back to their ancestral hall and worship him as an ancestor.
Finally, it was Han Chengshan, a relative, who took the youngest away. Because he was the youngest's family, the village chiefs and villagers from various mountain villages finally calmed down.
On the day of Han Chengda's burial, thousands of people held umbrellas to see him off, burned incense and kowtowed. Elders in the mountains chanted the Rebirth Mantra, which is also used to help the deceased's soul pass on. It can eliminate the four grave sins (killing, stealing, etc.), the five heinous sins, and the ten evil deeds. All sins can be eliminated.
If reincarnation truly exists, the elders hope their hero will be reborn as a human, spared punishment for his past transgressions. He has already been punished in the human world, and all his debts have been repaid. In truth, his merits and the number of people he saved far outweigh the number of people he killed. They only pray that their hero rests in peace and finds happiness in his next life.
Pulling himself back to reality, Han Fei looked out of the car window; they had arrived at the villa district where the Yu family lived.
After the security guard called and confirmed with the Yu family, he let them through. The car drove into the villa and arrived in front of the Yu family villa, where Old Master Yu was already waiting at the door.
"Old Han, you've arrived! And this is..." Old Master Yu looked at the purple-robed Taoist priest next to Han Fei and asked in a low voice, "Is this purple robe real or fake? There are several other purple robes inside. Three of them are fake and have been driven away by the anti-counterfeiting authorities. The other four real purple-robed Taoist priests are from Maoshan and are trying to use the formation to break the deadlock."
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