"You've already invited four purple-robed officials?"
“My son hired them. The three swindlers were actually picked out by four other purple-robed men. That kid is just unreliable.”
“My son is more reliable. This is my son.” Han Fei introduced with a smile: “Xiao Shan, this is your Uncle Yu.”
Shancheng pursed his lips and greeted, "Hello, Uncle Yu."
Grandpa Yu was shocked and lowered his voice: "Didn't your son have an accident?"
“All three of my biological sons died in accidents. This is my daughter-in-law’s younger brother, who was like half a son to me. Now that I don’t have any biological sons, I’ve elevated his status.”
Grandpa Yu nodded knowingly: "Whose maternal uncle is he?"
"For Xiao Liu and Xiao Qi."
"It looks like Xiao Liu looks like him, especially his nose and chin."
Han Fei nodded with a smile: "A nephew resembles his uncle."
Upon entering the Yu family residence, one is greeted by a large-scale formation display. A Taoist priest in purple robes is seen holding small flags, which are planted in various parts of the room. Yu Long is forced to stand in the center of the hall, and his face shows utter despair.
"Tsk, another scammer."
"If it's not certified by Maoshan, even if it's wearing a purple robe, it's a fake bought on the street!"
"Old Master Yu, why aren't you kicking this swindler out!"
Grandpa Yu's face stiffened.
He absolutely trusted Lao Han. The fact that Lao Han brought his adopted son meant that the adopted son must have some real skills and was definitely not a fraud.
These four people actually pointed at the people Lao Han brought and called them swindlers, just like when they drove away the other three people before.
It seems that the three people may not be scammers, but these four are definitely not good people!
"Shut up, all of you! He's my friend's son!"
The four men had grim expressions. The purple-robed Taoist holding the small flag put it away, and Yu Long, who was inside the formation, immediately turned pale and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The purple-robed Taoist sneered, "Since Mr. Yu won't drive him away, then we'll have to leave. If anything happens to your grandson, don't blame us."
"Xiao Long!" Old Master Yu rushed over and supported the swaying Yu Longze.
Yu Long wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shook his head weakly: "Grandpa, I'm fine. I believe in Grandpa Han. Don't send Grandpa Han and the others away."
"Young Master Yu means we need to leave!"
"Hehe, then we'll take our leave. If you want to invite us down the mountain again in the future, you'd better bring enough money. If it's less than ten times what we did this time, don't even think about getting us to come down!" The purple-robed Taoist flicked his sleeve forcefully.
When Shan Cheng, who was standing next to Han Fei, saw Yu Long vomit blood, he immediately felt dizzy: "Father Han, I'm going to faint!"
Han Fei: "...Are you alright?"
"Dad Han, let me faint for a while." After saying that, she fainted.
She fainted suddenly, and Han Fei almost couldn't catch her.
Upon seeing this, the four purple-robed Taoist priests burst into laughter: "What the hell!"
"Are you faking fainting?"
"Did you back down when you saw we were being cowardly?"
"This person seems to be the last disciple of the old Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain?"
"You acquired it just a couple of years ago, right?"
"At his age, after only two years of study, he dares to wear a purple robe? Isn't he afraid that the Dao Ancestor will strike him dead with a bolt of lightning?"
"Not only does he dare to wear a purple robe, but he also dares to steal our business. He's incredibly bold!"
"Mr. Yu, this good-for-nothing who has only studied for two years pretends to faint when he sees us and doesn't even dare to confront us directly. You dare to use him? Aren't you afraid that your grandson, who was just unlucky, will be manipulated by him and lose his life!"
"If you want to get out, then get out now, and don't curse my grandson!" Old Master Yu looked at them coldly: "My grandson wouldn't have suffered any misfortune even if he didn't go out; it was only because you came that he vomited blood!"
Are you accusing us?
"If we were to do something shady, do you think your grandson would just cough up blood?"
"Senior brother, let's stop wasting time talking to this old man and go back to the mountain!"
"Let's go back and wait; he'll definitely beg us to come down the mountain!"
"Only we can break this vicious curse. When the time comes, he'll have to kneel and kowtow three times and come up the mountain to beg us!"
The four of them turned and left, looking as if they were certain that Old Master Yu would come begging to their door, their eyes filled with disdain and contempt for Han Fei and Shan Cheng.
Han Fei placed the unconscious Shan Cheng on the sofa and shook his head: "He messed up at the crucial moment, even missing the chance to fight back."
"Old Yu, aren't you afraid my son won't be able to get out of here? You just let them go so easily, did you even pay them?"
“My good-for-nothing son paid it. He’s an idiot. He paid before the job was even done. He called it a ‘coming-out-of-the-mountain fee’ or ‘door-to-door fee’.”
Mr. and Mrs. Yu invited two more people over from outside. When they entered, they met the four purple-robed Taoist priests who had left in a huff. Mr. Yu asked in confusion, "Why did you leave? Did you not save my son?"
Yu's mother looked gloomy and distressed: "Even the purple-robed Taoist priest can't break the curse?"
The purple-robed Taoist sneered, "Mr. Yu, your father has hired someone far more capable than us; he wouldn't even look at us!"
"Since you look down on us, the problem doesn't lie with us. We won't refund the money we've taken."
“Mr. Yu, if the people your father hired are useless, you can come back to us.”
"However, the next time we come down the mountain, the service fee won't be a million. Even if you pay ten times that, it will depend on our mood."
Mr. Yu wiped the sweat from his brow, muttering to himself in frustration: "Going down the mountain, the driver was my driver, the car was my car, and I was charged one million each for bringing you here, not even including the subsequent settlement costs! And now, they think ten million isn't enough? That's outrageous!"
Yu's mother rushed in anxiously, wanting to question her father about what was going on and why he hadn't allowed the four purple-robed Taoists to make a move. But when she saw Old Master Han and then looked at the purple-robed Taoist beside him, she suddenly understood and asked, "Was this Taoist invited by Old Master Han?"
Han Fei smiled and said, "My son."
Grandpa Yu added, "He is the younger brother of Old Han's deceased daughter-in-law, and is now Old Han's adopted son, treated like his own son."
Yu's mother instantly understood why her father had chosen to drive away the four purple-robed Taoists.
Old Han was a great benefactor to their family. He took in Xiaolong, who was homeless and couldn't even afford the rent. Later, he helped them reunite. It can be said that without Old Han, she would have been a complete fool for the rest of her life, raising an illegitimate child for her heartless brother, unaware that her own son was suffering.
If it were me, I would also choose to believe Elder Han and drive away those four purple-robed Taoists.
Yu's mother ran back to Yu's father's side, pointed at the four purple-robed Taoists, and said aggressively, "If you want to leave, then leave quickly. We are not going to invite you. Don't even mention giving you another ten million. Even if you give us ten million in return, we still won't invite you!"
Yu's father: "...Daughter-in-law, have you eaten explosives again?"
"Shut up!"
Feeling wronged, Mr. Yu lowered his head, pursed his lips, and truly shut up.
After being given freedom, the wife became unpredictable and frustrating.
The four purple-robed Taoists were furious at the other party's attitude. They all made the same move, forcefully flicking their sleeves and leaving in anger.
"We're waiting for you to come begging to us!"
"At that time, it will cost one hundred million! Not a penny less will be enough to get us to come down the mountain!"
"I want this woman to kneel and kowtow three times and nine times, otherwise I will not make a move!"
"The Yu family, I'll remember you!"
Yu's father trembled: "Daughter-in-law, why would you offend them? What if they curse us with voodoo dolls?"
"Cowards! With Dad here and Old Han here, we're not afraid!"
Yu's father: "...I'm a little scared."
The two experts behind them smiled and said, "Mr. Yu, we're here for you."
One of them was a shaman who lived in seclusion in the mountains.
One was an old man dressed as a beggar, living a carefree life.
“Two esteemed gentlemen, my father has already invited a Taoist priest in purple robes. He should be able to resolve the problem with Xiaolong. You may have made a wasted trip.” Madam Yu had great confidence in Old Master Han, believing that the person he invited must have real skills.
The sorceress and the old beggar exchanged a glance and smiled at each other.
The beggar took out a red envelope and said with a smile, "Mr. Yu has already given me money, so my trip wasn't in vain. In addition, I was able to witness your supernatural powers and broaden my horizons."
The fortune teller nodded: "Mr. Yu is very generous. This old woman can make money without even making a purchase. She's really getting a great deal!"
Yu's father sighed inwardly: Look! There's no harm without comparison! Two red envelopes are only 10,000 each! Four purple-robed Taoist priests paid 1 million each, totaling 4 million in service fees! Compared to that, 20,000 is just a drop in the bucket! But the attitude and demeanor of these two masters are so different. These are true masters—open-minded, generous, and not taking things to heart. That's a high level of attainment!
Han Fei soaked a towel in cold water and slapped it onto the face of the unconscious Shan Cheng.
Shancheng shuddered and suddenly woke up.
"You little brat, are you afraid of blood?" Han Fei asked.
Shancheng wiped his face with cold water and nodded: "What about the other four?"
"You left in a huff a long time ago. It's your turn to make a move. If you don't, my old brother will start to worry."
"Did he wipe the blood off?" Shan Cheng asked, his eyes closed, not daring to look at Yu Longze.
Yu Long said weakly, "I've cleaned it up, and the blood on the ground has been wiped away. Master, please open your eyes."
Shan Cheng opened his eyes to look at Yu Longze and saw the phantom of a koi carp on the young man's face. The koi carp showed signs of transforming into a dragon, but at that moment, a phantom of a strange man with three heads and six arms appeared and forcefully stabbed the koi carp with a harpoon in his hand.
Yu Long suddenly turned his back, covered his mouth with his hand, and coughed up another mouthful of blood.
Shancheng closed his eyes and, though he didn't see blood, he didn't faint.
Han Fei asked, "What did you see?"
Shan Cheng sighed: "Someone invited an evil god to suppress his fortune. The evil god is extremely greedy and now it not only suppresses him but also wants to devour his fortune, wanting to kill him and take his body."
"Possession?"
That's roughly the idea.
"How do we solve this?"
Shan Cheng pondered for a moment and said, "The only way is to find the culprit."
"You mean the man with the black cloth tied around his head?" Old Master Yu asked.
Mr. and Mrs. Yu entered with two experts. Upon hearing this, Mr. Yu hurriedly said, "I'll go find the security guard right away. He saw that person and might be able to provide some clues!"
Grandpa Yu urged, "Go quickly!"
Yu's mother introduced, "This is..."
The fortune teller waved her hand: "No need for introductions, I know this young apprentice."
Shan Cheng bowed and said, "Uncle-Master."
It turns out that this sorceress had studied Taoist magic at Longhu Mountain for ten years. Later, when her elderly mother fell ill, she left the Taoist temple and returned to her hometown, where she became a well-known sorceress.
Last year, she returned to Longhu Mountain and met the headmaster's disciple's last disciple, Shancheng.
The old beggar smiled and said, "He's an acquaintance. I've seen this young friend before."
Shan Cheng was taken aback, then frowned and tried to recall: "Have I seen the old gentleman before?"
"Thirty years ago, when you were a child, your parents brought you to me, hoping I could help you become enlightened."
The old beggar sighed, "Unfortunately, I was too inexperienced to do it back then. I can only estimate that you will eventually understand, and that's all I can say."
"So it's the old gentleman!" Shancheng took out an old jade pendant from his collar; it was a white peace buckle.
“This was given to me by the old man. When I was a child, I was a little fool. I always had bizarre dreams and would talk nonsense when I woke up. The villagers all thought I was a dirty thing. Since I started wearing the safety amulet given to me by the old man, I haven’t had those dreams anymore. Although I’m a little foolish, I’m much quieter now, and at least I’m not seen as a dirty thing anymore.”
"Thank you, sir." Shan Cheng bowed deeply, cupping his hands in a gesture of respect.
The old beggar stepped aside to avoid the grand gesture, waving his hand and saying, "It's just a small thing, nothing more than a small favor."
After catching up, the three discussed serious matters concerning the evil god.
The fortune teller said, "It has three heads and six arms, and looks like Nezha, but it is an evil god."
The old beggar sighed: "Legend has it that Nezha killed the Dragon Prince of the East Sea, and the East Sea clan regarded him as their mortal enemy. Later, when he was ranked among the gods, they had no way to deal with him and could only resort to some underhanded tricks. All the little demons who transform into human form will take this form and use it to wreak havoc on the human world, trying to pin the sins on Nezha."
The sorceress frowned: "So, this evil god comes from the East Sea?"
The old beggar nodded: "That's one direction."
At this moment, Yu's father called the young security guard over. The young security guard was quite skilled, and he actually picked up a pencil and began to sketch.
He was an art student, and it wasn't easy for him to find a job after graduation, so he first became a security guard in an affluent neighborhood. And you know what? Senior security guards earn a lot of money, and among his classmates, he was considered to have a high income.
Fifteen minutes later, a man appeared on the paper, clearly and easily recognizable as Yu Longze's adoptive father.
"Is he from the coast?" the fortune teller asked Yu Longze.
Yu Long nodded: "Our place is a small fishing village, near the East China Sea."
Grandpa Yu roared in fury: "How dare he! I'm going to settle accounts with him!"
Before Old Master Yu could even leave the house, a figure moved faster than him, with a wine bottle vaguely visible in his hand!
Mr. Yu wiped his sweat: "My wife is going to smash people again!"
Grandpa Yu's lips twitched: "Your daughter-in-law is still wearing high heels. What if she twists her ankle? Go find a pair of flat shoes."
Mr. Yu nodded and casually grabbed a pair of sneakers, his movements practiced, clearly indicating he was used to handing out shoes.
Yu Long stood there, somewhat lost in thought.
Han Fei patted him on the shoulder.
Yu Long then came to his senses, lowered his eyes and asked, "Grandpa Han, am I really that annoying? I've already left. They've always wanted to get rid of me, and I finally did as they wanted and left. I'll never go back. Why do they still want me to die?"
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