The male lead has a special profession and appears infrequently; please do not read if you mind. ^_^
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"Master, I'm desperate. I'll give you any amount of money you want if you just save me." The man's words were filled with urgency and fear.
He had dark circles under his eyes, and thick black mist swirled above his head.
He was a dying man.
Wan Jiao was packing her canvas bag when she heard this. She turned to look at the man and said, "Rong Chang, you have committed many evils. I can't save you."
Rong Chang is the chairman of Shengguo's largest real estate group, with a net worth of hundreds of billions.
Rongchang's rise to wealth is well-known: Twenty years ago, he had a keen eye and dared to take risks. He took out a loan to buy land in a village to build high-rise buildings. Later, due to urban expansion, the price of the buildings, which cost less than 100 yuan per square meter, soared to 5,000 yuan per square meter, an increase of more than fifty times.
From then on, Rongchang soared to great heights, becoming a real estate tycoon in the prosperous country.
Little did people know that there was no loan to buy the land at all. It was he who cruelly slaughtered an entire village, with more than fifty lives on his hands, that allowed him to acquire land, build high-rise buildings from the ground up, and achieve his current glory.
Wan Jiao has the ability to save such a wicked person, but she will not.
Cause and effect, the cycle of reincarnation.
What you do, you must eventually pay for.
“Master, I have not done anything evil.” Rongchang defended himself, tears streaming down his face. “In my life, I have built more than 8,000 Hope Primary Schools and sponsored more than 1,000 orphanages, giving countless homeless children a place to belong. I…”
"Twenty years ago, on the night of March 15th, not a single person in Daijia Village survived. Do you really think there are no people in this world who know the truth?"
“Rongchang, whether you build Hope Primary Schools or sponsor orphanages, it’s all about atonement. If you hadn’t done those things all these years, do you think you would have survived to this day?”
Wan Jiao handed Rong Chang a talisman, saying, "This talisman can protect you for eight hours. Go back and say goodbye to your family properly."
Before Rongchang came to find Wanjiao, he had already searched for all the powerful masters.
Without exception, they were all at a loss.
Wan Jiao was introduced to Rong Chang by the patriarch of the Ye family, one of the most prestigious families in Sheng Guo. The patriarch said that as long as Wan Jiao was willing to lend a hand, his matter could be resolved properly.
To put it bluntly, Wan Jiao was Rongchang's last straw.
But now, this lifeline has sealed his fate.
Rongchang felt a chill run through him from head to toe, his whole body trembling violently. The next second, he knelt down at Wanjiao's feet with a thud, "Master, I don't want to die."
"If you don't die today, your Rong family will be wiped out."
More than twenty years ago, Rongchang took a risk in the hope that the Rong family would prosper for generations. Now that he knows that the Rong family will be extinct if he does not die, all his resentment has become futile.
After carefully taking the talisman from Wan Jiao, Rong Chang kowtowed deeply to her, "Master, your magic is profound and you know everything. Could you please tell the fortune of my Rong family?"
Rongchang deserves to die, but his family is innocent.
Wan Jiao hesitated for a moment, then said, "The family was destroyed and everyone was killed."
"Master, all evil was committed by me alone. Please save them."
Wan Jiao: "After you go back, donate all the ill-gotten gains you've made, and you can save their lives!"
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After seeing Rongchang off, Wanjiao carried her faded canvas bag into the dilapidated main hall of Nanshan Temple.
On the prayer mat, an old monk knelt. He was the only monk and abbot of Nanshan Temple in the past hundred years. His courtesy name was Wunian, and people from all around called him Master Wunian.
He was also Wan Jiao's mentor.
Twenty years ago, Wan Jiao, who was born with the curse of being a lone star, lost her parents and relatives at birth and became an orphan. It was Master Wu Nian who took Wan Jiao back to Nanshan Temple and raised her to adulthood.
According to Master Wunian, Nanshan Temple was not a temple long ago, but a Taoist temple founded by their patriarch Feng Nanshan, and was once the foremost Taoist temple in the world.
Later, due to the decline of Taoism and the rise of Buddhism, Nanshan Temple had to be renamed Nanshan Temple in order to preserve its legacy.
For so many years, Master Wunian has been waiting for the successor who can rebuild Nanshan Temple and carry it forward.
And Wan Jiao is that person.
Therefore, since she began to speak, she has been practicing the feng shui, physiognomy, divination, martial arts, and ancient medicine passed down from her ancestor. To this day, she has perfected each of them and only lacks the merit to ascend to heaven in broad daylight.
Many years ago, Wan Jiao had calculated that her twentieth birthday would be the day she bid farewell to her master and descended the mountain to accumulate merit.
She knelt down respectfully and kowtowed, saying, "Disciple bids farewell to Master."
Master Wunian did not respond.
After Wan Jiao kowtowed three times, she stood up and saw that Master Wunian's body had turned into a golden relic, just like in the TV series.
Wan Jiao opened her hand, and the relic flew into her palm.
At the same time, she heard Master Wunian's dying words...
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At the Imperial Capital Fungus Base (this is not a typo, not a typo, not a typo, I'm saying it three times because it's important), an unprecedented large-scale fungal exercise is underway.
The exercise was broadcast live on CCTV and major satellite TV channels, attracting nationwide attention. Ye Jin, the commander-in-chief of the Sheng Kingdom's army, navy, and air force, personally went to the site to supervise the exercise.
Wan Jiao stood outside the boundless land-based military base, looking at the dark, oppressive aura swirling in the sky above. A hint of excitement appeared on her delicate face.
Her master sent her to find the fiancé she had arranged for her eighteen years ago, to marry him, and to give birth to the heir of Nanshan Temple. She never imagined their first meeting would be under such circumstances…
She practiced Buddhism at Nanshan Temple for nearly twenty years and never left the mountain.
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