This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

The next afternoon, the sun was quite scorching.

"Knock knock knock".

There was a knock on the glass door of the firm.

Wang Xiaoer was wiping the table listlessly with a rag, clearly still recovering from last night's exertion.

Zhang Chen, meanwhile, crossed his legs and leisurely watched a variety show on his computer.

Standing at the door was Li Ming, the deliveryman from yesterday.

His spirits were noticeably better today; he was no longer the gloomy and dejected man he had been yesterday. He was radiant and carrying two things in his hands.

It was a rolled-up banner with a bright red background, which looked festive.

The other item was a thick kraft paper envelope.

"Master Zhang! Master Wang!"

Upon seeing the two, Li Ming became somewhat excited and stepped inside.

He put what he was holding on the table and was about to bow to the two of them.

Zhang Chen reacted quickly, jumping up from the chair and catching him.

"Oh, Mr. Li, no, no, you mustn't."

Li Ming stood up, his face still showing gratitude.

"Yes, yes, absolutely! These two masters are like my second parents!"

In his excitement, he unfurled the banner with a "whoosh".

On the bright red velvet cloth, eight large gilded characters fluttered in the air, gleaming in the sunlight.

The Tao is profound and mysterious, and it eliminates harm for the people.

The banner was quite impressive, instantly dispelling the bleak and desolate atmosphere in the office.

"Masters, you are truly amazing!"

Pointing to the banner, Li Ming said with great enthusiasm, "The police later took my statement and said that the thief was a repeat offender with several other cases on his record! Not only have I been cleared of suspicion, but the company even said they'd give me a bravery bonus!"

Although he still didn't quite understand why the process of catching the thief was so hasty.

But it is not important.

The important thing is that the result was good.

"It's nothing." Zhang Chen waved his hand, a mysterious smile on his face, but his eyes glanced at the thick envelope on the table.

Li Ming immediately understood, picked up the envelope, and presented it with both hands.

"Master, here is the agreed-upon payment. Please check it."

Zhang Chen accepted it without hesitation, felt its thickness, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Mr. Li, you're too kind."

He turned to Wang Xiaoer and said, "Xiaoer, find a hammer and a nail, and hang up the banner."

"Where should I hang it?"

"Hang it in the very center of that wall, in the most conspicuous spot!" Zhang Chen pointed to the white wall directly opposite the door.

Soon, amidst the clanging and banging of the hammer, the brand-new banner was hung up.

The firm suddenly seemed much more "formal," even possessing a solemn air of practicing medicine and saving lives.

Li Ming thanked the two men profusely again before leaving, satisfied.

The door closed, and the office returned to silence.

Zhang Chen weighed the envelope in his hand and walked up to Wang Xiaoer.

He tore open the envelope, poured the thick wad of red banknotes onto the table, and then sliced ​​it in half with his hand.

"Yours." He pushed one half towards Wang Xiaoer.

Wang Xiaoer looked at the pile of money but didn't touch it.

Suddenly, Yin Laowu's hysterical roar from last night echoed in his mind.

Son of the Dragon Vein, Sun-Changing Pill, Great Medicine...

These words were like thorns, piercing his heart.

For the first time, he felt so clearly that his innate "good fortune" was a double-edged sword.

It can bring opportunities, but it can also attract deadly predators.

Subconsciously, he activated the "gathering qi" technique, the mantra flowing through his mind.

He closed his eyes, trying to sense the mysterious "qi" within his body.

That aura is usually like the mist that permeates the body, invisible and intangible, yet omnipresent.

Now, what he needs to do is gather these mists, compress them, and hide them deep within his body.

This will prevent others from easily spying on you.

This process is difficult.

It's like asking an ordinary person to control their blood flow with their mind—utterly absurd.

Wang Xiaoer's forehead quickly became covered in a fine layer of sweat.

Zhang Chen watched quietly from the side, without making a sound to disturb him, a hint of approval in his eyes.

Children can be taught.

Just then.

"Knock knock knock".

The office door was knocked on again.

Wang Xiaoer's practice was interrupted, and he opened his eyes somewhat displeased.

"Why is it so lively today?" he muttered to himself, and went to open the door.

He assumed it was another neighbor coming to ask for a talisman or some other divination.

But when he looked up and saw the person standing outside the door, he froze.

Under the sunlight, Lin Qingya was looking at him with a smile.

She wore a pale yellow dress today, her long hair cascading down her shoulders, and a faint smile on her face, brighter than the summer sun.

She was also carrying a pink insulated lunchbox in her hand.

"Wang Xiaoer".

Lin Qingya's eyes lit up when she saw him, and she smiled as she held up the lunchbox in her hand.

"I live in the neighborhood behind here. I made some soup today, and I thought you might not have eaten yet, so I decided to bring some over for you to try."

"Um... I said I'd treat you to dinner, so let's have some soup first."

As she spoke, she turned slightly to the side.

A plump orange cat poked its furry head out from behind her, glanced at Wang Xiaoer, and then swaggered through the door.

"By the way, Fugui misses you too."

"Meow~"

Upon hearing his name, Fugui turned to Wang Xiaoer and called out softly, his voice carrying a hint of familiar intimacy.

"Please come in, please come in."

Wang Xiaoer came to his senses and, somewhat embarrassed, stepped aside to make way.

Lin Qingya walked in carrying a lunchbox, curiously looking around the somewhat shabby office.

When her gaze fell on the bright red banner on the wall, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"The Daoist arts are profound and mysterious, meant to rid the people of harm? You... rid the people of harm?"

Zhang Chen was leaning against the table, watching Wang Xiaoer's helpless and embarrassed appearance, and couldn't help but laugh.

He stepped forward and naturally took over the conversation.

"Miss Lin, you flatter me. It's just a small business, and I occasionally play the hero."

He winked at Wang Xiaoer, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Wang Xiaoer's cheeks felt a little hot.

He took the lunchbox from Lin Qingya and opened it; a rich aroma of chicken soup instantly filled the entire room.

The soup was golden in color, and contained a few pieces of tenderly stewed chicken and a few red dates.

"Try it quickly, I've been stewing it all morning." Lin Qingya looked at him expectantly.

As soon as Fugui entered the house, he began to explore the room as if he knew it well. Finally, he curled up next to the Preaching Stone and started snoring.

Wang Xiaoer found a few sets of bowls and chopsticks, filled a bowl, and took a bite.

The warmth slid down my throat into my stomach, instantly dispelling the last trace of fatigue in my body.

"Delicious!" he exclaimed sincerely.

"Then drink more." Lin Qingya smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons.

Zhang Chen also came over, took a bowl and ladled some soup for himself, praising indistinctly as he drank, "Miss Lin has excellent cooking skills. Whoever marries you will be truly blessed."

These words made Lin Qingya blush and almost made Wang Xiaoer choke on his soup.

The three chatted casually, creating a relaxed and warm atmosphere.

It turns out that Lin Qingya had only recently moved to this neighborhood, and her brother was helping Fugui move the first time he got lost.

As they chatted, Lin Qingya seemed to suddenly remember something, her smile faded, and her delicate brows furrowed slightly.

"By the way, it's kind of strange."

She said with some distress, "The apartment I rented is great in every way, the landlord is nice, and the price is cheap."

"I just feel like... something's not right."