Inheriting a Taoist temple, the story begins with Wu Zetian offering incense.

Chapter 118 The Female Drunkard in the Hall of King Wenxuan! [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

After Xie Yukun "voluntarily" jumped into the pile foundation, the blind man made an OK sign in the direction of Zhou Yi, and then continued to chat with the project team's engineers as usual.

Once the reinforcing cage was fully placed into the pile foundation, with the landing point and height perfectly matching the design drawings, two workers deftly removed the hooks, placed the steel protective plate horizontally at the opening of the pile foundation, and then carried the guide pipe over, placing it section by section into the center of the reinforcing cage.

At this point, the concrete mixer truck also began to reverse, looking for a suitable unloading location.

Finally, when several workers connected a large steel funnel to the conduit, the concrete pouring began.

Zhou Yi watched from the mountain for a while, feeling rather bored. He had been looking forward to the elite monster for so long. Logically, the two sides should have been exchanging blows, with Zhou Yi ultimately prevailing over the opponent. However, today he had been observing the whole thing from the sidelines, watching helplessly as the elite monster, under the blind man's control, leaped into the foundation piles dozens of meters deep.

It's like preparing for a typhoon many days in advance, only to find that there's just a gentle breeze and a light drizzle. Although everything is fine, there's still a sense of disappointment.

I wonder how the blind man plans to end this; I just hope he doesn't get blamed on himself.

After Zhou Yi performed another divination and confirmed that Xie Yukun was dead, he put the prepared Black Evil Talisman into his bag and rode his motorcycle back to Cloud Mist Mountain.

Although he had a lot of questions and wanted to know the blind man's motives, tonight was not the time to unravel them; he would wait until he had more time.

As long as the blind man is still at the project site, I believe he will come looking for me sooner or later.

Back on the mountain, just as I drove my motorcycle through the gate, Wu Zetian came running up to me:
"How is it, Immortal Master?"

Zhou Yi said with a smile:

"I watched a show from the top of the hill, and the night wind made my nose runny... Chairman Xie has already jumped into the pile foundation. I'll go and test that pile foundation in a few days to see if his resentment is strong enough."

Although we said goodbye forever, it's still possible to see Chairman Xie, but in a different way.

Chairman Xie will also lose all his senses, leaving only a cloud of resentment.

Wu Zetian was somewhat uneasy:

"If the constables investigate, they won't be able to find us, will they?"

Zhou Yi nodded:

"It can't be found. Judging from the scene, the blind man replaced Xie Yukun and became the new consultant of the project department. I don't know how he did it, but the project manager and engineers did communicate with the blind man in this manner... Xie Yukun's position was taken away, and he even jumped into the pile foundation. He must be very resentful."

Anyone would be furious at the blind man's actions.

But what the blind man needs is anger. The angrier he is before he dies, the stronger his resentment will be after death, and the better the effect of the "living stake" (a type of divination technique).

Back in his room, Zhou Yi dug out all the books his grandfather had left behind, searching through them one by one for the ways the blind man had made Xie Yukun invisible, so he could prepare in advance and avoid being made invisible by him by accident.

Just then, a white paper bird flew in and landed on the desk.

Zhou Yi opened it and saw that it contained an invitation from the blind man:
"See you at the mutton soup restaurant at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

Sure enough, the old blind man came looking for me. I also had a lot of questions I needed to ask him, so let's have some mutton soup together tomorrow morning.

Early in the morning, Zhou Yi prepared breakfast and helped Wu Meiniang clean the Wenxuan King's Palace before heading down the mountain to keep their appointment.

He changed into a white Taoist robe, put on twenty-four black flowing beads and the Bagua jade pendant that Wu Meiniang had returned, and carried a golden light talisman, a substitute talisman, and a Vajra body protection talisman in his arms, maximizing his defense level.

Even though it's just mutton soup, we can't let our guard down. If the blind man does something reckless, we can fight back.

Wu Meiniang said with a worried expression:

"How about I go with you?"

Zhou Yi shook his head:

"It's better not to. Your identity cannot be revealed, and it's still unclear whether the blind man is friend or foe. We should keep our distance as much as possible to avoid him having any ill intentions."

After saying that, Zhou Yi drove down the mountain and arrived at the mutton soup restaurant in town. He saw the blind man sitting at the door with a bowl of mutton soup with lamb kidneys and a fried dough stick in front of him.

Yang Chong, who was drinking mutton soup not far away, greeted Zhou Yi:

"Xiao Yi, what would you like to drink? It's on me."

Zhou Yi waved his hand:

"I had an appointment with this old man to talk about something."

After saying this, Zhou Yi went into the mutton soup restaurant, ordered a bowl of mutton soup for thirty yuan, plus a fried dough stick for three yuan. He sat down opposite the blind man, adding mutton fat and chili oil to the bowl while asking:
"How did you manage to do that yesterday?"

The blind man picked up the bowl and took a delicious sip of the mutton soup:
"Didn't Zhou the fortune teller teach you?"

"No, I spent a whole year working outside after graduating from university. I didn't study at the Taoist temple, so I don't know a lot of things."

The blind man's face was full of smugness:

"I won't tell you this, lest you learn it and use it on me."

After saying that, he used his chopsticks to pick up the fried dough and put it in the bowl, which surprised Zhou Yi.

"you can see?"

The blind man irritably adjusted his glasses, pointed to his empty eye sockets, and said, "You try showing me one, then?"

Zhou Yi didn't know how to answer, so he tentatively asked:

"They say you are what you eat, so how about I add two sheep's eyes for you? This place makes the best braised sheep's eyes."

The blind man was impressed by the sincerity of the I Ching. He put on his sunglasses and got back to the main point:
“Some time ago, he sent Fan Chengye to the People’s Park in the provincial capital to find me and invite me to serve as a director of the Yiyang City Fengshui Folk Customs Association. In reality, he wanted me to help him deal with the directors on the board and planned to completely control the entire association.”

Zhou Yi dipped the fried dough into the mutton soup and asked in surprise:
"Isn't Xie Yukun already the president? Can't he control his subordinates?"

The blind man said:

"He's just a half-baked evil cultivator who's only interested in fame and fortune. Because of his eloquence, he was supported by those directors to become the president. After a while, he found those directors an eyesore and planned to use me to get rid of them. But as soon as I arrived in Yiyang, those directors discovered my existence and questioned Xie Yukun together. Xie Yukun immediately changed sides and planned to work with a director surnamed Cao to turn me into a puppet."

Holy crap, these people are really good at dancing on the edge of a knife.

Instead of trying to build a good relationship with the arrival of a master, he actually wanted to turn him into a puppet. To be fair, his audacity and confidence are quite commendable.

Zhou Yi sighed for a moment, then asked:

"So you made your move last night?"

The blind man, still behaving like a retired professor, spoke unhurriedly:
“After arriving at the project site, I discovered that the nearby highway was involved in a feng shui problem. The more vehicles were passing through, the stronger the problem became. That’s when I decided to kill Xie Yukun and use him as a stake to suppress the problem.”

A deadly situation?

Zhou Yi took out his phone, opened the map, and carefully looked at the planned highway, not seeing any ominous signs.

The blind man pointed out:
"Don't look at your phone, go and observe in person. After the highway cuts through the mountain ravine, there is a straight road more than ten kilometers long. At the end of the straight road is a town. If we don't drive stakes into the mountain ravine to block the flow, the evil energy will go straight to the town. In the future, that place will inevitably become sparsely populated and desolate."

Still saying this?

Zhou Yi said he had learned something. He had seen the publicly released renderings several times before and thought the highway would be fine. Who would have thought that the road would be so straight that it would crash into the village?

It seems my thinking was too limited; I need to consider things more comprehensively in the future.

Zhou Yi then asked:

"A living pile only develops resentment when it's suffocated by the concrete. If Xie Yukun jumped in last night, he would have been killed. How could his resentment possibly remain attached to the concrete?"

The blind man calmly ate a bite of mutton:

“I put a reverse wind talisman on him to slow down his descent and prevent him from falling to his death. When he was going down into the steel cage, I also adjusted his position so that a steel bar would pierce his stomach, but he still didn’t die. He only died of despair when the concrete finally hit him.”

Damn, after all this trouble, even the most good-tempered person would feel immense resentment. The blind man's methods are truly astonishing.

While the two were chatting and drinking mutton soup, Wu Meiniang had also finished her breakfast on the mountain.

She washed the dishes and chopsticks, picked up a broom and dustpan, and went to the front of the second main hall. First, she offered incense to the statues of gods in the hall, and then she began to clean up, sweeping away the leaves and household garbage that had been blown in by the wind and dumping them into the trash can outside the gate.

In the past few days, she has been doing these things whenever she has time. She can't help Zhou Yi with anything else, but she can do some small things within her ability to help Zhou Yi share the burden.

As Wu Meiniang passed by the Wenxuan King's Palace, she noticed that there were more flowers, plants, and leaves inside, which she found rather strange.
"I just cleaned with the immortal this morning, how come it's dirty again?"

As she walked in, just as she was about to make a move, she noticed a young woman lying on the side of the Wenxuan King's Hall, reeking of alcohol. She was wearing a waist-length ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) that was slightly more conservative than the Tang Dynasty style, and looked to be about the same age as Gongsun Da Niang.

"Are these newcomers from ancient times?"

Wu Zetian walked over and gently pushed the other person:
"Hey, wake up."

The other person mumbled something under their breath, as if they were grumpy from waking up.

But Wu Zetian didn't tolerate this bad habit. She picked up the water offered in front of the statue of Confucius and splashed it on the woman's face.

"oops!"

The woman sat up abruptly, her face showing resentment at being disturbed, but because she was beautiful, it looked like she was just being coquettish.

She wiped the water from her face, looked around, then stared at Wu Meiniang, who stood looking down at her, and tilted her head to ask:
"Who are you? I clearly went into a local temple to worship after drinking, so why am I here? Is that statue of Confucius? Oh no, did I accidentally lie down in the Confucian temple while drunk?"

Wu Zetian said:
"This is not the Temple of Confucius, but the abode of immortals. I am a maidservant of an immortal, cleaning here. What is your name? Which dynasty are you from?"

The woman was somewhat incredulous, but she quickly got up, straightened her clothes, and respectfully curtsied.

“My surname is Li, my childhood name is Zhao’er, and my father named me Qingzhao. I am from Zhangqiu in the Song Dynasty, and now I live with my father in Tokyo… Sister, are you also a fairy?”

Li! Qing! Zhao?!

Wu Meiniang never expected that Gongsun Yatou's constant nagging would actually bring back the name of the greatest female scholar in ancient times. She smiled and said:

"Hello, little sister Zhao'er. What a coincidence, my name also has the character 'Zhao' in it."

Li Qingzhao exclaimed:
"What is your name, sister?"

"My surname is Wu, and my given name is Wu Zhao!"

(End of this chapter)