After the ghost-hunting master descended the mountain, his fame spread throughout the capital.

Wang Dazhuang followed Jiang Dusheng around eagerly, trying his best to adapt to his womanly figure.

Although they sometimes move their hands and feet in unison, which attracts the attention of passersby.

Jiang Dusheng walked straight to the stall next to the restaurant from the previous night, without glancing to the side.

From afar, one could see that Master Xu had already tidied up his stall even more neatly than the night before.

He even placed two extra stools next to him, and then waited respectfully to the side.

The stall was surrounded by a large crowd, three layers deep.

Many of these faces were those who had been watching last night, and there were even some new faces who had come out of curiosity to look around.

The crowd, which had been buzzing with discussion, unconsciously lowered their voices when they saw Jiang Dusheng walking towards them in plain clothes with an indifferent expression.

All eyes turned to her, automatically parting to make way for her.

"They've really come..."

"I thought she wouldn't dare show her face today."

"He seems even more...unapproachable than last night."

"Who's that woman behind her? A maid? Why is she walking so strangely..."

Whispers could be heard continuously.

Seeing this, Wang Dazhuang's eyes lit up, and he felt that it was time for him to show off.

He immediately puffed out his paper chest, cleared his throat, and imitated the mannerisms of a wealthy servant that he had heard about in teahouses.

He put his hands on his hips and shouted at the crowd:

"Make way, make way! Can't you see my young lady is here? What are you pushing for!"

Jiang Dusheng paused almost imperceptibly.

"..."

She closed her eyes and silently recited in her heart: "When Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva was practicing the profound Prajnaparamita, he perceived that the five aggregates are empty, and thus transcended all suffering... He doesn't argue with fools..."

Having finally suppressed the urge to convert Wang Dazhuang on the spot, she walked expressionlessly behind the stall and sat down calmly.

Xu Banxian hurriedly stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Master, you've arrived."

Jiang Dusheng nodded slightly, his gaze calmly sweeping over the dark mass of people in front of him. His gaze seemed to penetrate the noise and reach straight to people's hearts.

The noise gradually subsided in the area she was looking at.

She spoke, her voice clear and melodious, not loud, yet strangely overwhelming all other sounds, reaching everyone's ears clearly:

"Today, I will only perform three divinations."

A commotion immediately arose in the crowd, with some sighing in disappointment and others scoffing at her for being pretentious.

Jiang Dusheng seemed not to hear him and continued, "Here, I would also like to form a connection with you all. My name is Jiang Dusheng."

She paused, then explained clearly, word by word:

"The 'du' in 'to ferry the living and the dead, to ferry people and ghosts'."

The crowd erupted in uproar!

"What arrogance!"

"Salvation of the living and the dead? Does she think she's Guanyin Bodhisattva?!"

"Jiang Dusheng? Which Jiang family? I've never heard of such a person!"

"Is she some kind of crazy woman?"

Doubts, ridicule, shock, curiosity... all sorts of voices mingled together, even more intense than before.

The second floor of Linxian Restaurant, a private seat by the window.

Xie Jinchen and Yi Che were already there.

Yi Che, with his sharp eyes, spotted Jiang Dusheng in the crowd at a glance and immediately tugged at Xie Jinchen's sleeve excitedly:

"Ah Chen! Look! It's her! The girl from last night!"

Xie Jinchen's gaze had already fallen on the figure in white downstairs.

Hearing her name, especially the explanation of "ferrying the living, ferrying the dead, ferrying people, ferrying ghosts," his fingers, which were holding the jade beaded string, paused slightly, and a smile flashed across his deep eyes.

Such a personality... that's really honest.

After hearing Jiang Dusheng's words, Yi Che couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement and sighed in a low voice, "This...this girl is quite unmodest."

Xie Jinchen's lips curled slightly, his gaze never leaving the figure downstairs.

Downstairs, Jiang Dusheng ignored the surrounding noise, as if those sounds were nothing more than a passing breeze.

She extended three slender fingers:

"The three divination methods can be used to inquire about life and death, or to resolve difficulties and doubts..."

Her gaze seemed to casually sweep across a window on the second floor before quickly returning, "It's time to sever the uncertain connection."

"Now, let's begin."

She said no more, resuming her tranquil posture of looking down at her nose and contemplating her inner self, waiting for the first "destined person" to step forward.

The midday sun shone on the cinnabar birthmark between her eyebrows, making it both dazzlingly red and shockingly cold.

Although the crowd continued to discuss the matter, those who dared to be the first to step forward hesitated.

This girl is too assertive and speaks too mysteriously. What if she reveals some secret? Or what if she's just a con artist trying to fool us?

The crowd watched and discussed for a while, and finally someone, with a skeptical attitude, was the first to step forward.

She was a middle-aged woman dressed in a silk jacket and skirt, with a silver hairpin in her hair, who appeared to be from a well-off family.

Her face was haggard, and her eyes were filled with fear. She walked to the stall, but hesitated for a moment, then lowered her voice and asked:

"Young lady, you just said you can... ferry ghosts across?"

His tone carried a hint of probing and a barely perceptible fear.

Jiang Dusheng raised his eyes and calmly swept his gaze across her face.

He has a narrow forehead, furrowed brows, high cheekbones with little flesh, and deep, slightly downward-sloping nasolabial folds at the corners of his mouth.

His eyes flickered uncertainly, and a lingering sense of meanness and resentment hung between his brows. A dark aura, intertwined with death, clung to his forehead.

"Hmm." Jiang Dusheng responded indifferently, a cold glint flashing deep in his eyes.

This person's appearance indicates they are not a kind soul and are burdened with karmic obstacles.

Seeing that she had agreed, the old woman felt as if she had grasped a lifeline and, without thinking much, said urgently:

"Young lady, my...my family has been having some trouble lately! Ever since my daughter-in-law left, the house has been haunted!"

"I keep hearing a woman crying in the middle of the night, and things are falling down for no reason. I've consulted several masters, had them perform rituals, and put up talismans, but nothing works!"

"That thing...that thing is getting more and more ferocious! Master, can you...can you exorcise ghosts? I'll pay any amount of silver!"

As she spoke, her voice trembled, clearly indicating that she was quite frightened.

Jiang Dusheng's expression remained unchanged: "Write down your daughter-in-law's birth date and time for me."