One divination a day, a trainee celestial master

Seeing Boss Lin's face flushed with excitement, Jiang Shou remained calm and showed no emotional fluctuations due to the words of those "living gods".

He simply turned slightly to the side, gesturing with his right hand: "It's good that you two are safe and sound. It's windy outside, let's go into the main hall and offer incense to the Ancestral Master."

The Lin couple nodded repeatedly and came to the statue of the Three Pure Ones. They each lit three incense sticks with great piety, knelt on the prayer mats, closed their eyes, and whispered words of gratitude and blessings.

After offering incense, Mrs. Lin quickly pushed the folding cart next to the offering table.

She carefully carried the items out one by one.

"Master Jiang, we don't know what the temple is lacking. This is some top-grade Wuyi Mountain Da Hong Pao tea and Anxi Tie Guan Yin tea that Old Lin asked someone to find for us." Mrs. Lin pointed to the two exquisitely packaged wooden boxes, and then took out an exquisite brocade box. "And these five boxes of top-grade Hainan agarwood are our offerings to our ancestral master."

Jiang Shou glanced at the boxes of agarwood with their antique packaging. He had never seen this kind of thing before, not even in the incense and candle shops on the antique street.

However, he had paid attention before, and a small box of this kind of agarwood, about the thickness of a thumb, would cost several thousand yuan. These five large boxes were definitely worth a fortune.

"You two are too kind, so I will accept this on behalf of my ancestral master." Jiang Shou nodded slightly, without much formality. It was not easy to refuse such a small gift for the ancestral master.

Seeing that Jiang Shou had accepted the offerings, Boss Lin took a deep breath.

He carried the bulging black leather briefcase and strode to the peeling donation box on the side of the main hall.

"Rip~~" The zipper was pulled open.

Inside the briefcase were bundles of hundred-yuan bills tied together with bank-issued paper strips, the seals still intact.

Jiang Shou stood a few steps away, his hands behind his back, his gaze seemingly deep as he stared at the old locust tree outside the main hall, swaying slightly in the autumn wind, as if he were lost in some kind of profound contemplation.

But in fact.

Jiang Shou's ears, which had been modified by true essence to be extremely sensitive, were now locked onto the direction of the donation box like radar.

"Thump." A heavy, dull thud came from the empty donation box.

Jiang Shou's heart skipped a beat.

"Thump." A second sound. One stab costs ten thousand yuan.

"Thump...thump...thump..."

The voice was neither fast nor slow, yet it struck Jiang Shou's heart again and again.

It rang ten times in a row!

100,000 RMB!!

Jiang Shou stood with his hands behind his back, taking deep breaths and silently reciting the mantra of the "Guardian of Oneness" in his mind, forcibly suppressing the corners of his mouth and eyes that were twitching wildly and wanting to turn up.

"Don't laugh! Absolutely don't laugh! Jiang Shou, you're already a millionaire, calm down!"

"Master Jiang." After finishing all this, Boss Lin tucked the empty briefcase under his arm, walked respectfully behind Jiang Shou, and called out softly.

Jiang Shou closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath. When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was as calm and undisturbed as an ancient well.

He slowly turned around, pretending to have just come out of his reverie, and gave Boss Lin a standard bow: "Master Lin, thank you for your kindness."

"Of course, of course! Then we'll take our leave now, so as not to disturb the immortal master's cultivation." Mr. and Mrs. Lin bowed again and turned to leave.

"Please wait a moment, gentlemen."

Jiang Shou called out to them.

The Lin couple were incredibly generous, offering 100,000 yuan in cash plus top-tier gifts. Since Jiang Shou had accepted such a substantial donation, he had to give something in return; this was a long-term strategy to solidify their VIP client base.

"Please wait a moment, both of you."

Jiang Shou turned and walked into the side room in the backyard.

Arriving at the old rosewood desk, he skillfully spread out two sheets of fine yellow paper, dipped them in cinnabar, and began to write with flowing, powerful strokes.

For him now, drawing such basic peace talismans no longer requires any drafting.

In less than three minutes, two talismans, each exuding a mysterious aura, were created in one go. One was a [House Protection Talisman], and the other was a [Mind Purification Talisman].

Jiang Shou dried the cinnabar, then took it and walked back to the main hall.

"Gentlemen," Jiang Shou handed over two talismans, pointing to one of them, "Although the evil spirits in that villa in Jinshui Bay have been dispelled, it has been vacant for a long time, so it's inevitable that it lacks vitality. This [House-Protecting Talisman] should be pasted in the central hall of the entrance hall when you get back. It can ward off all evil spirits and protect the peace of your home."

Then, he pointed to another one: "You two have suffered quite a bit of fright over the past two weeks, and your qi and blood are depleted. Take this [Heart-Clearing Talisman] back and stick it on the headboard of your bed in the master bedroom. It can protect you and ensure you have peaceful dreams and a calm mind."

The Lin couple were overjoyed and received the two talismans with trembling hands, as if they had found a priceless treasure.

They had personally witnessed the power of the talisman that turned into golden light the night before last. The talismans drawn by this young celestial master were truly magical treasures!

"Thank you so much, Master Jiang, for the talisman! Thank you so much, Master!" The two thanked him profusely, carefully put the talisman close to their bodies, and then respectfully left the Taoist temple.

The black BMW sped away, watching the two walk down the hillside pavilion.

"Bang!"

Jiang Shou didn't waste a second; he slammed the door shut and bolted it.

He turned around, and his previous air of otherworldly wisdom vanished instantly. He rushed to the donation box and unlocked it.

Looking at the stacks of bright red banknotes inside, I even took a delightful sniff of the ink's fragrance.

"Awesome! This is fucking awesome! No wonder those fake gurus love doing this; the money comes faster than robbing a bank!"

After the initial excitement, Jiang Shou suddenly remembered something.

He quickly freed one hand and pulled out the dark, cold-weather token from his pocket.

He rubbed his thumb hard on the card.

A flash of blue light appeared, but the back of the wooden plaque still bore the unchanging inscription: "Do good deeds to transform one's circumstances." There was no sign of the task being completed or rewards being distributed.

"Sigh..." Jiang Shou shook his head helplessly.

It seems that making money by exorcising ghosts for wealthy businessmen is probably only considered a "commercial act of equivalent exchange" according to the criteria of the Suihanling, and not a pure act of "doing good deeds and accumulating merit".

Just then.

"Meow……"

A cat's drawn-out, dissatisfied meow came from beside the offering table in the main hall.

Jiang Shou turned his head and saw Fatty Tiger squatting next to the futon, staring at the money Jiang Shou was holding. Its amber cat eyes were full of resentment, and its tail was patting the ground.

His eyes seemed to say, "Have you forgotten about me? Are you planning to starve me to death?"

"Alright, alright, stop rushing me, I'll be right there!"

Jiang Shou was in an extremely good mood and didn't bother arguing with this stubborn, greedy cat. He comforted it repeatedly, hugged the 100,000 RMB, hummed a little tune, and jogged back to the back room.

……

3 PM.

In the kitchen in the backyard, Jiang Shou quickly washed the last greasy plate. Fat Tiger, having eaten and drunk his fill, had already jumped onto the roof to find a place to nap.

Jiang Shou went to Shen Xu's room, and the little ghost girl stayed obediently in the small wooden house to "nourish her spirit".

Jiang Shou walked back to the side room, wrapped the 100,000 yuan in cash in newspaper, and stuffed it tightly into his backpack.

"I need to hurry down the mountain and deposit this money before the bank closes. I won't sleep soundly at night if it's left in this dilapidated Taoist temple."

Jiang Shou slung his backpack over his shoulder, took out his car keys, and walked out of the main hall.

"Sizzle—"

The faint sound of car tires screeching against the ground came from the direction of the pavilion on the hillside below.

"Huh~ Another person has come? Did Boss Lin leave something behind?" Jiang Shou asked, somewhat puzzled.