Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River (Part 7)

Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River, Part
Seven
I'm a rather casual person, or to put it bluntly, lazy. Besides my interest in the supernatural and mystical,
women are my favorite thing.
I don't know if it's because I'm a virgin, but whenever I think of that erotic scene from earlier, I can't help but blush
, my breath quickens, and even my soy milk is drunk with great gusto. The old man at the same table, munching on fried dough sticks, could tell I
was a hot-blooded young man full of energy.
Ugh, I wonder if he thinks I'm laughing for no reason?
Just as I was lost in thought, my phone rang.
I quickly finished my soy milk, took out my phone, and saw it was my new customer, Mrs. Wang!
"Hello?" I tried to keep my tone calm.
"Master Ming, something terrible has happened! I woke up this morning to find the cat you gave me dead!" Mrs. Wang's
voice sounded slightly anxious.
"Don't panic, I'll come right over!"
Hearing that the cat was dead, I was immediately overjoyed. Now I had my lottery ticket money! Hehe!
Yes, my main profession is that of a charlatan. To be precise, I'm a charlatan
with some spiritual attainments. That's the common name; a more orthodox term would be "Yin-Yang Master"!
What I do is look at feng shui, exorcise evil spirits, and perform rituals like finding auspicious burial sites, using talismans to cure stubborn diseases, or predicting the 　　 future
for the next five thousand years—I'm fairly aware of my limitations. If I had to summarize the definition of an Yin-Yang Master in one sentence, I'd say it's an ancient and mysterious profession. 　　 I only have a rough understanding of what it actually is; I genuinely don't understand it. Anyway, which person from Wutai Mountain 　　doesn't claim to be a semi-immortal? Even more amazing is a charlatan named Lai Banxian; 　　I'll leave the legends about him here, otherwise we'll go off-topic. 　　 With the development of science, this profession has become increasingly difficult to navigate. Too many people have begun to reject mysterious metaphysics, 　　and by my generation, it has become even more waning. Wutai Mountain, as a symbol of Taoist tradition, has only produced 　　fewer than a hundred such practitioners in recent decades! 　　 The magic of the Wutai Mountain lineage is undoubtedly outstanding among Taoist traditions, as 　　evidenced by the success of my senior brother, Wujizi, who is thriving in the field. 　　 My own level is merely mediocre, a recent graduate. As for those fellow Taoists who spout nonsense, 　　I'm rather worried about their actual abilities; after all, compared to the masters of the Taoist world, I'm just a tiny 　　ant. 　　 Two years ago, during the global crisis, I stumbled into MDB, not expecting to make a name for myself. 　　With my lazy, sheep-like personality, getting rich is a distant dream. All I want is to dabble in magic 　　and watch porn. 　　 However, I'm lucky; I have a rather powerful senior brother who, through his guidance, allowed me to start my own 　　adventures in the Taoist world from high school, using the title of "Celestial Master." 　　 I earned a modest but not extravagant income, just enough to cover my expenses. One thing I'm particularly proud of is that I didn't spend a single penny of my family's money on my four years of university 　　. 　　 Although I sometimes lacked money, I was fine living a simple life on my own. 　　 Time flies, and before I knew it, I had graduated from university. I had planned to start my own business after joining MDB 　　, to have a spectacular "breakthrough" in the world. But I had gotten used to the leisurely life, and going back to the nine-to-five job 　　felt incredibly awkward. Not only was there someone to manage me, but I also had to endure the constant nagging of idle people. 　　 After less than half a month, I was back to square one, back to my old ways, a full-time charlatan. 　　Haha, Mrs. Wang was my first client in Shanghai. 　　 I hung up the phone, returned to my dorm, dressed neatly, and gathered my props. I silently chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Benefactor, 　　I've come to beg for alms!" 　　 The dorm was quiet. Thinking of the two people in the other room, a strong sense of contempt welled up inside me. The early 　　bird catches the worm, haha, sleep on, sleep like a pig! 　　 An hour later, the taxi dropped me off at Tomson Riviera, the most luxurious villa complex in the country— 　　excluding the Mid-Levels villas in Hong Kong, of course. 　　 The taxi itself was rather shabby, but as long as the people inside weren't shabby, that was fine. 　　 After driving around this paradise for a while, we finally arrived at Central Mansion No. 28. From afar, I could see 　　Mrs. Wang anxiously waiting at the entrance. Ah, the rich are different. Even waiting for someone has several 　　maids accompanying her. 　　 "Master Ming, you've finally arrived! Come and see!" Mrs. Wang greeted me as soon as I got out of the car. 　　 Don't misunderstand, this tea was specially prepared for me by my senior brother. Otherwise, how 　　could a nobody like me possibly receive such a personal welcome from a multi-billionaire! 　　 I remained silent and expressionless, merely nodding with feigned profundity. After all, I was young, and in this line of work, appearance matters. Too young 　　, and nobody believes you; but if you have a beard, they might think you're a fortune teller. After many painful lessons, I learned 　　to maintain an air of mystery, saying little and leaving it at that. 　　 I won't go into the villa's luxury and extravagance; although it was my second time there, the feeling was unchanged, except for 　　a moment of surprise and shock. 　　 Mrs. Wang led me to the second floor of her house. The black cat lay dead in the entryway, its condition gruesome, 　　as if it had suffered terrible torture before its death. 　　 I was truly impressed by her sleeping posture; it was unparalleled. If I were her, I would have called before dawn. 　　 "Was anything unusual last night?" I asked coldly. 　　 Mrs. Wang said somewhat awkwardly, "I've been having trouble sleeping lately. I took sleeping pills last night and didn't feel anything, 　　but my maid said the cat cried all night. In the latter half of the night, the crying became even more piercing, and this morning we found 　　the cat dead here." 　　 As the saying goes, the expert sees the details, the layman sees the spectacle. To collect a little more of my hard-earned money, I calmly looked up 　　at the ceiling, then left and right, and then glanced around the entrance. Seeing my serious expression, Mrs. Wang 　　didn't dare to speak, just following closely behind me. 　　 I noticed her face growing increasingly grim, and couldn't help but sneer inwardly. 　　 I fidgeted with my fingers, counting the orchids—it was just a formality, like before—and then very carefully...

I took a talisman from the magic box, walked to the dead cat, and stuck it on its brow bone.
"Burn this cat, right there in the yard, make sure it's burned in the sun!" I ordered without turning around
.
Mrs. Wang didn't ask any questions, just nodded and started instructing the servants to do as she said.
Actually, burning it or not made no difference; it was just to create a certain atmosphere. Cats and dogs are spiritual animals.
This cat was a substitute I bought. Ordinary cats are already quite spiritual, but this kind of substitute cat is even more spiritually connected to the underworld—simply
put, it can see unclean things.
Mrs. Wang's house attracting ghosts is actually a problem with its feng shui layout. It's not that her feng shui is bad; if it were, her family wouldn't have been able to open a company in America. The main reason for 　　all these accidents is that
her feng shui has changed . 　　 When faced with the unknown, many people often feel bewildered, fearful, and aware of humanity 　　's insignificance. 　　 Based on my years of experience, I'm well aware of the intricacies involved. Regardless of status, everyone is equally 　　vulnerable in the face of fear! 　　 This is a fat fish; if I don't fleece her, who will? 　　 I didn't mention any problems with her house's feng shui; I simply said it was haunted by vengeful spirits. That would terrify them even more. 　　 Now, by creating a scapegoat cat to bolster the situation and scare them, I've easily achieved my goal. 　　Heh, it sounds simple, but it's difficult in practice. 　　 When those unclean things are seen by the scapegoat cat, it's like two opposing magnetic poles colliding. 　　After a night of fighting, the cat must be screaming horribly. 　　 I don't know much about feng shui, but breaking this unintentionally created ghost-attracting formation is easy enough. It's just that 　　sacrificing a cat makes me feel a little guilty. 　　 Seeing that the preparations were almost complete, I pretended to be mysterious and said to Mrs. Wang, "I'll set up a Nine Dragons Formation for you now, 　　Mrs. Wang, please cooperate!" 　　 Mrs. Wang's expression shifted uncertainly as I mentioned the Nine Dragons Formation, and finally she couldn't help but ask 　　, "Master Ming, hasn't the vengeful spirit been exorcised yet?" 　　 I didn't answer her, but burned a talisman and cast a spell, then flicked it on her forehead, pointing to 　　a wisp of green miasma not far from where the cat's corpse had been, saying, "See that? That's the vengeful spirit!" 　　 Mrs. Wang looked over and immediately screamed, "Ah!" her face turning deathly pale. 　　 "It's alright, its vital essence was damaged by the spirit cat last night. Now I'll set up a Nine Dragons Formation to refine it! 　　It will vanish within a week." 　　 I chuckled inwardly. This green miasma was indeed miasma left behind by the dead, not its vital essence. There was no need for 　　any special formation; it would be gone in three to five days, guaranteed to leave no trace. Saying a week was just to be on the safe side 　　. 　　 "Then, will he resurface this week?" Mrs. Wang looked at me with great worry, her slightly 　　plump face trembling slightly. 　　 "It's fine now. As long as my Nine Dragons Formation is here, it can't escape." I replied with a slight smile. 　　 What is a charlatan? It's all about one word: mysterious! I cast a small spell to cancel Mrs. Wang's clairvoyance 　　. 　　 It wouldn't be good if she saw another ghost drifting in from not far away. 　　 The rest was much simpler. After the psychological warfare was successful, I directed a group of servants to 　　remove the bonsai that had formed the ghost-gathering formation. Then, according to my own preferences, I made a mess in her yard. If I hadn't been thinking 　　about my date with my goddess that evening, I would have even wanted to perform a ritual. 　　 After this one-woman show, it was almost noon. Mrs. Wang, being a meticulous person, had already instructed the servants to prepare 　　lunch. To be honest, I really wanted to stay and have a good meal, but I'm not very good with words 　　, and talking too much would easily give me away. Besides, this pretense is just too tiring. 　　 I have no doubt that Mrs. Wang is a very cunning woman; just look at her family's wealth, I have 　　to think twice. 　　 In the end, despite her repeated persuasion, I was determined to leave. Seeing that she couldn't persuade me otherwise, Mrs. Wang even sent 　　two Mercedes-Benz cars to take me home before I left, and of course, she gave me a large red envelope as an extra gift, which I politely accepted. 　　 I didn't forget to tell her to contact me immediately if anything happened, and promised to come back in a week 　　to perform a ritual to ward off misfortune. 　　 When I got out of the car and stood in the Telecom Plaza, I felt nothing but excitement and exhaustion. Hey, at 　　least I made a decent amount of money. In this world, being a charlatan is definitely more fun! 　　 The Mercedes disappeared into the heavy traffic. I politely waved goodbye in my rearview mirror; being in a good mood really makes a difference 　　! Ah, I'm shaking again! Heh, where should I go for lunch? 　　 I'm stumped by this sweet dilemma! 　　 (To be continued 　　 )

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