Chapter 21: Eyes Instantly Clear Up
Sanqing Temple.
Zhang Shimian looked at Xuan Qingzi still leisurely rocking on the recliner, veins bulging on his forehead: “Master, did you forget something?”
Xuan Qingzi: “Forgot? I didn’t forget!”
He gently fanned with the fan in his hand, turned his head to look at him: “On the contrary, do you still remember what I asked you to do in Batang Village?”
Zhang Shimian scratched his head in confusion: “Didn’t you ask me to go to Batang Village to find an opportunity?”
Xuan Qingzi’s face darkened, and he slapped the fan in his hand onto his head with a smack: “Finding an opportunity is secondary! I asked you to check how the Jiang family and that child are getting along!”
“And the result? You came back like a gourd with a sawed-off mouth and didn’t mention a single word!”
Zhang Shimian’s head was knocked askew, a flash of insight struck his mind, and his expression changed abruptly.
Holy crap!!
He really had forgotten!!
He even thought, when he saw Nan Yuanman and Jiang Lixuan in Batang Village, that he seemed to have forgotten something!!
“So… Master, you already knew about Nan Yuanman’s existence?” Zhang Shimian clutched his head, eyes wide open, looking at Xuan Qingzi in shock.
Xuan Qingzi snorted with a laugh and didn’t speak. How could he not know? She was the one he and Old Man Nan brought out of the coffin together.
His gaze deepened. It was just that child’s destiny…
“Then why didn’t you remind me when I called you! Master! If you had told me earlier, I would have brought her back to Sanqing Temple!” Zhang Shimian vigorously ruffled his own hair.
“That Jiang family boy who came to pick her up wasn’t good to her at all. Yelling and shouting were the least of it; he always belittled Yuanman.” Zhang Shimian recalled Jiang Lixuan’s attitude toward Nan Yuanman, and he felt completely unwell: “No, Master, I’ll go bring Yuanman back, bring her to Sanqing Temple.”
“I’ll raise her!”
If Nan Yuanman joined Sanqing Temple, he would have a junior sister!
A cute and adorable junior sister with strong talent.
Then he wouldn’t be mocked by those bastards from Dragon Tiger that Sanqing Temple was a temple of monks.
“If you had brought her back then, there might still have been a chance. Now… it’s too late.” Xuan Qingzi snorted coldly: “She’s already back at the Jiang family. The Jiang family won’t let her go easily.”
Zhang Shimian’s expression was sheepish: “Wasn’t that… a sudden accident?”
He had just come down the mountain and encountered a fierce ghost, and then Old Master Nan, this Purple Zombie, appeared afterward. How could he possibly remember?!
“Forget it, this is all fate.” Xuan Qingzi’s expression was complicated. He sighed and said: “The Feng family sent someone to find me again. Today, I have to go to the Feng family.”
“I won’t go for Yuanman. Help me pass a message to her.”
Zhang Shimian nodded: “Okay.”
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Jiang family.
After waiting on the living room sofa for several hours, Nan Yuanman felt like bugs were crawling under her buttocks and couldn’t sit still.
She twisted here and there, finally got up holding her small cloth bag, pattered out of the villa gate, plopped down by the small fountain, propped her hands on her chin, and looked toward the main gate.
Passing servants saw that small, lonely figure and couldn’t help but feel some sympathy and pity for her.
“Miss Nan is waiting for Madam and Young Master, right? That little silhouette looks so pitiful. I don’t know when Madam and Young Master will come back.”
“Sigh… Madam and Young Master are really something. They knew it was Miss Nan’s first time at home and didn’t leave anyone to accompany her…”
“Shh! Gossiping about the masters, be careful if Chen Ma hears you. She’ll report it to Madam! Then the bonus will be gone!”
“Chen Ma seems to have been dismissed by Butler Li today…”
While everyone was whispering, Qiu Shi, holding a basket of dirty clothes, hesitated, took a few candies from her pocket, walked up to Nan Yuanman, and asked in a softened voice: “Little Miss, want some candy?”
Nan Yuanman, who was suppressing the little ghost rampaging inside the small coffin, was stunned for a moment and looked up at the person.
This was a young girl around twenty years old.
Qiu Shi instinctively smiled at Nan Yuanman. Her cheeks were plump, and when she smiled, there were shallow dimples, kind and cute.
Nan Yuanman thanked her obediently and sweetly: “Thank you, Sister.”
Qiu Shi was almost struck in the heart by Nan Yuanman’s obedient and soft cute smile. Restraining the urge to pinch her cheeks, she smiled and said: “No need to thank me. If you like it, Sister will bring more next time.”
Nan Yuanman rummaged in her crossbody bag and pulled out a safety talisman to give her: “A return gift. A safety talisman made by my grandpa.”
“Sister, when you go to the party tonight, don’t drink the wine your good friend hands you~”
Qiu Shi was only in her early twenties, but her parents palace was already sunken and obscured. Her first half of life had been quite bumpy, and tonight she would face a deadly tribulation. If she survived it, she would live a safe and happy life afterward.
If she didn’t survive…
She would soon follow in her parents’ footsteps.
After giving the safety talisman to Qiu Shi, Nan Yuanman jumped down from the edge of the fountain, pattered back, and went to her room first to properly tidy up this little ghost.
How could she be so naughty!
By the time Qiu Shi reacted, Nan Yuanman’s figure had already disappeared. She clutched the safety talisman, her heart filled with some shock and uncertainty.
How did Little Miss know she had a party tonight?
As soon as Nan Yuanman returned to her room and closed the door, she opened the small coffin.
The little ghost trapped inside by her immediately rushed out, rampaging through the room. Bottles and jars on the table clattered to the floor, and the neatly arranged dolls were knocked askew.
With a ferocious expression, she roared and charged at Nan Yuanman: “Kill… kill you!”
Nan Yuanman clenched her small fist and smashed it into her face with a bang, pinning her entirely to the ground.
The little ghost was beaten until stars burst before her eyes and roared as she bit toward her hand.
She was slapped across the face by Nan Yuanman again.
The little ghost refused to accept it and kicked out with her foot.
Nan Yuanman blocked her foot and slapped her again.
After several slaps, the little ghost’s eyes instantly cleared. Nan Yuanman asked huffily: “Calmed down yet?”
Little ghost: “…”
Little ghost: QAQ
Tears streamed from the little ghost’s eyes, and she wailed loudly, her voice childish and shrill, piercing straight into Nan Yuanman’s eardrums: “So scary… Brother… Brother save me…”
Nan Yuanman’s eyes narrowed: “You have a brother?”
Oh no!
Uncle Meng!
Nan Yuanman quickly put the little ghost back into the coffin, stuffed one of the candies Qiu Shi gave her into her mouth to block it, grabbed her shoulder bag, and ran out.
On the other side.
In the speeding Maybach, Meng Qinian had his arms crossed, eyelids lowered, staring at the middle-aged man sitting next to Meng Lei. The man wore a yellow Daoist robe, round dark sunglasses, held a compass, had a mustache shaped like Eight Characters, and was meditating with eyes closed.
He glanced sideways at Meng Lei: “This is the master you spent a fortune to hire?”
Why did he look more and more like a scammer from a TV series?
Meng Lei instinctively glanced at the master beside him, made a silencing gesture to Meng Qinian, and whispered: “Yes, don’t talk nonsense. Master Zhang was recommended to me by your Uncle Luo.”
“It’s said he graduated from apprenticeship at Longhu Mountain and has a lot of experience with these things.”
After much thought, Meng Lei still couldn’t trust Nan Yuanman. No other reason—her age was too young.
She didn’t look like someone who could fight very well.
So he sought help from his relatives and friends. As soon as he got the master’s contact information, he eagerly invited him over.
The longer it dragged on, the more changes could occur. He was also very afraid of dying.
At the same time.
Meng family villa.
Suddenly, clattering impact sounds came from the villa attic. Ruan Yu, carrying a basket full of snacks approaching the area, heard the noise and paused her steps. A trace of fear appeared on her fair face.
She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and reached out with a slightly trembling hand to gently push open the door.
As soon as the attic door was pushed open, a pitch-black shadow emitting cold grievance rushed toward her. Its dry, skinny black hand tightly gripped Ruan Yu’s neck, sharp fingernails embedding into her flesh: “Where is my sister?”
