Chapter 642: Chapter 626: Let Heaven Strike Me Down with Several Bolts of Dao Lightning_3

Tong Miao’er lowered her head to look at the Jade Snow Skin in her hand and said, “Mother, I will give all of my personal savings to you, please help me do some good deeds in the name of Junior Temple Master as my way of returning the favor.”

Then she would set up a longevity tablet and embroider his likeness to offer to it.

“With the amount of your monthly salary, how could that be enough? I will need to add some,” said Mrs. Tong, glancing at Tong Jijiu.

Tong Jijiu: “…”

It’s over, his private money hidden in the lining of his boots is bound to be gone!

Granny Tong laughed and said, “I will add a bit too, and I’ll send it to your mother later.”

Tong Miao’er’s lips lightly pursed, her eyes curved into a smile.

Meanwhile, on the return carriage ride, Teng Zhao looked at Qin Liuxi and said, “You fancy that girl.” To casually gift away such an expensive piece of Jade Snow Skin.

Qin Liuxi stroked his wallet and smiled, “Mhm, she’s a very pure and beautiful person.”

Teng Zhao glanced at the character for ‘blessing’ on the wallet and remained silent.

He needed to do something too.

He stopped by Changsheng Hall to switch out two prescriptions for the mother and son who consumed Guanyin Soil, informed them of his departure, and confidently told them to consume the medicine because Mr. Lu would settle the bill; he also accepted the kowtow of gratitude from Mrs. Xu and instructed Old Bai to take care of them.

When he returned to Jiuxuan Auction House, Qin Liuxi saw Xiong Er pacing back and forth and immediately approached her as if he’d seen his savior the moment he spotted her.

“What’s the matter, did Jing Xiaosi’s family get into trouble again?” Qin Liuxi saw his anxious expression and couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows.

Xiong Er sheepishly smiled: “You really have a knack for predicting things.”

Indeed, there was trouble.

It wasn’t just Xiaosi who was affected; the whole family was struck by misfortune. First, his grandmother fell ill, and then his scumbag father, while sleeping with a concubine, somehow caused the young woman to roll her eyes and die suddenly.

Having sex until someone dies certainly gave Marquis Chang’an a fright. He wilted on the spot and, falling off the bed, his lower part hit the sharp edge of the stool, causing him to bleed. He became so impotent he couldn’t get any more impotent.

Then, it was Jing Xiaosi’s turn. The carriage he was in fell into a ditch, but luckily, he had the amulet given by Qin Liuxi, so he didn’t have a serious problem, only a broken arm. Now it hangs in a sling, whereas his driver suffered severe injuries and has yet to regain consciousness.

With so many disasters striking all at once, and considering previous incidents, Jing Xiaosi was dead certain it was no coincidence, suspecting that despicable Daoist Taiyang had sabotaged them.

Sure enough, before dawn, there was news from the ancestral grave guarded by the Marquis Chang’an Mansion: the grave had been disturbed. The Old Lady was so agitated by the news that she fainted. Marquis Chang’an, unconcerned with his own impotence, rushed over with Jing Xiaosi in tow, despite being ill.

Jing Xiaosi, ever vigilant, did not forget to send Xiong Er to seek help from Qin Liuxi, and that is what led to his anxious pacing here.

Qin Liuxi knew Jing Xiaosi’s birth dates. After some calculations, she said, “It’s nothing serious, a benefactor will naturally resolve the issue. Don’t worry.”

It appears that Master Tai Cheng really did manage to have a fight with Taiyang. Tsk, disciples of the same sect turning against each other, how tragic. Fortunes change, but such is their nature!

Xiong Er exclaimed in disbelief, “Are you sure? I mean, even Marquis Chang’an is in trouble, and they’ll still be fine?”

“I’ve already said that he has only one son, Jing Si.”

“That’s great!” Xiong Er jumped up, then feeling a bit too gleeful, he coughed and awkwardly explained, “I mean, it’s good that they’re fine.”

Yes, he was concerned about the Jing Family, surely not happy that Xiaosi would one day have no competition for the family property!

“Where is the Jing family’s ancestral grave? I was planning to return to Li City tomorrow, but today I can go there and have a look,” said Qin Liuxi.

It’s not that she was worried about whether the Jing family was unlucky or not, but that Taiyang had concocted something akin to a stiff corpse. That thing was a calamity, and who knows, maybe Master Tai Cheng suffered at the hands of such a creation.

Master Tai Cheng should be preserved for later to join together in fighting great monsters, and even if he dies in the pursuit of the Dao, he would certainly not ignore the disaster that Si Luo poses to all living things.

Isn’t that the nature of the Righteous Path?

She was bestowing great virtue upon him.

Master Tai Cheng: Thank you very much, full temple!

Xiong Er was surprised to hear that she would be leaving so soon, “That quickly? Xiaosi and I were still hoping to invite you for a nice meal.”

“It’s time for me to go back.”

Xiong Er, reluctant to see her go, tried to persuade her to stay a bit longer but did not press further. After giving Qin Liuxi the address of Jing Si’s family’s ancestral grave, he left.

A person like Qin Liuxi isn’t someone you can persuade to stay just because you wish to.

Just after walking out of Jiuxuan Auction House, Xiong Er was taken by a man cloaked in a black robe into an alley.

“Tell me, where is that Buqiu planning to go?”

Xiong Er subconsciously stuck out his tongue.

The Black Robed Man grinned, “Quite honest, aren’t you? But you smell terrible.”

Brimming with righteousness — utterly revolting.

“Here’s a little gift for you.” The Black Robed Man stuffed something into his hand, then gave him a shove: “Off you go!”

Bang.

Xiong Er fell with a thud, shaped like the character “大” (big), and immediately sobered up, feeling confused as he looked around. Where was he? What had happened?

Something felt strange in his hand. He looked down to see a long sash with a piece of fabric in the middle, vibrant red and carrying the scent of blood. Was this blood?

“Quick, catch the thief who stole the menstrual cloth!”

Menstrual… menstrual cloth?

Xiong Er: Damn it, I’m possessed by a ghost, Junior Temple Master, save me!