inful cries. We ran up to the second floor and saw it was Hou Shao-wen and Hou Zhi-yu!Hou Zhiyu clutched her head in pain, collapsing on the floor of the corridor. Hou Shaowen brandished a vase, smash...Sometimes, I call him "Lord Emperor" with a hint of teasing. He doesn't mind at all.

But why so serious today

I observed his eyes carefully, and then I peeked out the door.

Oh, I've attracted so much unwanted attention!

Several young women, the eldest daughter and daughters-in-law, stood under the eaves of the doorway across the street!

Little Kun, who was beside me, was so startled when I called him "husband" that he almost knelt down. His legs went weak.

I glared at her: Don't exaggerate, don't let outsiders know his identity!

Little Kun was so scared that he quickly retreated three feet away from me.

Jiang Qiyun ignored the middle-aged woman blocking his way, sidestepped her and strode into the room, coming straight towards me.

"Why have you stayed here for so long" he asked, frowning.

"This gentleman is the client, and I learned some details from him." I nodded towards the elderly gentleman.

Lao Zhang looked at Jiang Qiyun with a wary eye. He was an elderly man, tall and imposing, having traveled across oceans. He understood the ways of the world and immediately said to me, "Look at me, look at me, I've been so busy talking to you that I haven't even invited you in for a seat and a cup of tea! My apologies, my apologies…"

What does he think, that Jiang Qiyun came to pick a fight

Jiang Qiyun gave the old man a cold glance and said in a flat tone, "No need. Just finish your business and go back."

Mr. Zhao immediately said, “Well… let me take you to see the statues first”

Having a presence is just different. When the old gentleman saw me, he didn't treat me as the head of the Shen family, but when he saw Jiang Qiyun, he immediately felt that he was the "BOSS". He was very respectful towards Jiang Qiyun.

Elderly people are indeed shrewd. As he took his cane, he chuckled, "Oh dear... I'm getting old and forgetful. Having you speak in the courtyard, your husband must be worried."

I glanced at the old man, his eyes flickered.

Even ghosts fear wicked people. I had no presence, but the other party started badmouthing my family. When Jiang Qiyun appeared, he glared menacingly, and the other party immediately took us to see the holy image.

The statue was placed in a simple temple, newly built. The merit wall was almost filled with the names of every household in the village. This temple was small but well-equipped, exuding a strong air of local wealth.

The incense burned brightly, but a faint air of hostility hung in the air.

A highly accomplished monk would never possess such an aura. Rigorous practice broadens one's mind and purifies the heart. Even when faced with disaster, one can remain composed and unperturbed. They would never blame heaven or earth, nor bring harm to innocent people.

"The Eight Correct Paths of Buddhism, right view and thought, no false speech that harms others, righteous livelihood and destiny, diligent practice and mindfulness, these are what allow one to attain a single realm of mind. No Bodhisattva would have such aggression." Jiang Qiyun whispered in my ear.

"You know so much about Buddhism" I asked quietly.

His lips twitched slightly, pulling into a faint smile: "I've watched Buddhism enter the Central Plains, rising and falling several times, gradually merging. Naturally, I know what kind of monk a high monk should be..."

The same goes for Taoism. Have you ever seen a celestial being or deity with such a fierce and menacing aura Even Jie Luohou, who rebelled against Heaven, wouldn't possess such violent energy...

"Whether one's heart is filled with compassion and tolerance for all beings, or whether they are bound by anger, resentment, and darkness, this is the fundamental dividing line between gods, Buddhas, and demons."

Every time I hear Jiang Qiyun speak, I remember it vividly.

Perhaps it was because he always spoke profound truths in a superior and detached tone, leaving a lasting impression.

He always seems like a cold, willful rebel, but he actually has a clear understanding of what is right.

A few words, spoken softly and fluently.

To me, it was celestial music, able to calm my mind.

People always think I'm weak and easy to take advantage of. My brother also reminds me not to always be at a disadvantage, I should occasionally show my claws and make those who want to trip me up hesitate.

But I don't think it's necessary.

What's the point I can be by Jiang Qiyun's side and listen to this celestial being's guidance. To have him accompany me on my path of enlightenment and cultivation is a great fortune indeed.

All the mundane matters, worldly affairs, joys and sorrows hold no great significance for me.

With him, there's nothing he seeks.

I don't know how these ideas came about, suddenly I felt like I had drunk peppermint water, cool and refreshing, my whole state of mind improved.

Jiang Qiyun narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at me, saying, "You're talking to me, but your mind is somewhere else"

I stuck out my tongue and said, "Being with you, I don't even use my brain."

"The Shen family's matter is your responsibility. I will help you, but the main thing is that you do it yourself." He shook his head and said, "I try to avoid interfering with mundane affairs as much as possible."

I understand that. Huangdao Village's formation was about balancing yin and yang and a surging tide of ghosts, so he had to personally oversee it. But the Shen family's commission was just a job they were paid to do. He can avoid it if he wants to.

People who believe in religion generally feel that being close to their faith will bring them the protection of gods and Buddhas.

But in Feng Shui, "shrine in front, temple behind" is a taboo.

Whether it's a yin house or yang house, try to avoid places where gods, Buddhas, immortals, and ghosts reside as much as possible.

The area behind the shrine is a desolate place, and ordinary people's auras are not suitable to linger here for long. However, most of the ancestral halls and shrines in the village are located close to residential areas and cannot be too far away.

I first went to pay my respects at the mountain gate as usual, and then I took a walk around the temple. When I walked to the back courtyard, I was startled—what's going on Is this construction or something

The back wall of the temple was pushed down, and in the distance it seemed like they were opening a mountain A large pit was dug out, and a simple shed was set up nearby.

"What is this" I asked.

Mr. Zhao's eyes flickered as he hurriedly explained, "We're preparing to open a backyard garden and improve the surrounding construction of the temple. After this incident, we realized how precious the statue is and that many people come here out of admiration. We need to expand the area and build some related reception facilities... This has been approved by our superiors."

I don't care what the higher-ups approve or not, I just say, do we really need to dig a hole to start a garden There’s a big hole on the ground already, what kind of garden are we starting

"Why build a shelter like this It's so airtight, aren't you worried about accidents to the construction workers"

Mr. Zhang shook his head and said, "You don't know, it rains a lot here. If we don't build a shed, after a few rainstorms, that place will turn into a muddy puddle and we won't be able to work."

I eyed the scene with suspicion, could this be true Digging a large pit behind the temple, it would destroy any good energy.

"So you're saying there's been a string of bad luck in the village What happened" I casually chatted, strolling forward to get a better look.

"These days, young people in the village are starting businesses more often. A few cousins from our family opened a factory together before, and it was doing well for a while, but recently some strange things have been happening... there's... something… not quite right..." He seemed embarrassed and struggled to find the words.nds, a layer of calluses where he gripped the sword. His fingers were long and strong, with distinct knuckles; sometimes, touching them felt like spending a good while playing."If you find yourself fe...