A Dream of Transmigration

Chapter 45

Seeing her change to a sinister expression, complete with a sinister grin, Zhan Qiuyu shuddered and shrank back in her chair.

"It's nothing," Lin Feifei said, snapping out of her daze and immediately relaxing her facial muscles. "Tell me, what exactly happened?"

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"This matter is strange," Zhan Qiuyu said, finally putting his mind at ease. He slowly explained, "My name is Zhan Qiuyu, the sixth in my family. My family lives in Binghe Village, seventy miles outside the city. My grandfather served as a prefect for several terms before resigning and retiring. Nothing major had happened in all these years, but who knew that three months ago..."

At this point, a look of sorrow appeared on her delicate face.

“Three months ago, my second elder brother died without cause. My father thought it was an accident, but who knew that not long after, several of my brothers and nephews would pass away one after another, each within a seven-day interval. What a coincidence! In just three months, only one of the younger generation of the Zhan family remains. If it weren't for Young Master Lin's rescue the other day, he would probably already be…”

Lin Feifei exclaimed, "Why didn't you invite someone sooner?"

"Inviting them has only led to the deaths of many Taoist masters!" Zhan Qiuyu said with a look of shame. "My father came to Jinling City because he was worried about me. He heard that the Buddhist teachings at Dinglin Temple were profound, so he sent me here to hide and also to invite two eminent monks back. But Master Wuzhi and the other masters are all away. This matter is urgent. I'm only worried that after it harms my brothers and nephews, it will affect my parents at home..."

"Could it be that your house has bad feng shui?" Lin Feifei interrupted him, thinking to herself that she had never studied feng shui. "Why don't you move?"

“As for feng shui, Young Master Lin will know when he goes there,” Zhan Qiuyu said with a wry smile. “If moving would solve everything, why would my father be so anxious? Young Master Lin saw it the other day. Even if I go to Jinling City, I can’t escape it.”

Lin Feifei was extremely surprised.

It turns out that the "water ghost" that day was not an accident at all. No wonder he was able to survive being hit by the talisman. Ordinary wandering ghosts do not have such magical power! But ghosts usually never leave their hometown, so how could they follow him to Jinling?

"Since Young Master Lin is a disciple of Master Zixu and possesses profound magical powers, if he can save my entire family's lives, I will definitely prepare generous gifts and personally visit Maoshan to express my gratitude in the future!"

"Let's talk about it later," she thought for a moment, "but I need to ask my senior brother first."

"Your senior brother is..."

Lin Feifei became smug: "His Taoist name is Lingyi."

"Young Master Lingyi?" Zhan Qiuyu indeed showed a look of excitement and regret. "I have long heard of Young Master Lingyi's high level of Taoist magic. So you are your senior brother. I was rude. I should have gone to invite him in person."

"No need, he doesn't like receiving guests. I'll go and talk to him." Lin Feifei chuckled inwardly. This senior brother was no ordinary person.

Zhan Qiuyu thought for a moment and said, "In that case, I will await your good news at the Shangxin Inn."

Transmigrating Through a Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio: Chapter Twenty-One - Helper

Lin Feifei cursed the mad monk a hundred times in her mind on the way back before finally returning to her inn.

"Senior brother!" she hurriedly pushed open the door and went in.

Lingyi remained aloof, sitting motionless by the window, holding a cup of tea but not drinking it, her icy eyes gazing out the window, seemingly having maintained this posture for a long time.

The person who was right in front of her seemed so far away to Lin Feifei.

He glanced at her as she came in.

"Senior brother," she asked timidly, unsure of what she had done wrong to upset him, "What's wrong?"

Why is it so hard for me to get angry when I look at this face?

He finally spoke: "What is it?"

"Uh, it's like this," she said, sitting across from me, and it took her a while to explain the whole thing. "Senior brother, well, my Taoist magic isn't very good, could you go and help them out?"

After a while.

"None of my business." A cold reply.

Lin Feifei was stunned.

“But,” she said, discontentedly, “didn’t Master say that it’s our duty to subdue demons and bring good fortune and avoid evil? You’re so famous, and I’ve heard you’ve done a lot of good deeds…”

"Duty?" He glanced at her for a moment, his half-closed eyes, hidden behind long eyelashes, revealed a sharp and piercing gaze, like an ice blade or a snow sword.

Lin Feifei was startled and shrank back: "Senior brother, you..."

Half a day.

He finally looked out the window again and stopped talking.

"Hey!" Lin Feifei finally couldn't hold back anymore and stood up abruptly. "Are you so famous just because you're showing off? You're a fool for standing by and watching someone die. You're not famous at all. My master even told me to idolize you!"

He looked at her coldly again.

"Fine, I won't go then, I'll go by myself!" Her momentum immediately vanished, and she muttered, "So what if you can't beat me and you die? Go or don't go, who are you trying to impress with that long face..."

After saying that, she raised her head, snorted, and walked out the door.

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After venting her anger, Lin Feifei walked down the street dejectedly. Despite her words, she had no intention of going to her death. Since her senior brother wouldn't go, she should naturally find someone to help.

Who should I contact?

Of course, one must have high magical power.

For some reason, the first person that came to mind was him...

"But will he help me? What if he doesn't agree? That would be so embarrassing..."

She hesitated, thinking of his face, which was sometimes serious but also a little annoying, and his lazy tone with a hint of teasing... Besides, the biggest problem was that she had no idea where he lived.

He wouldn't have gone to the brothels on the Qinhuai River again, would he? Thinking of the scene she saw him embracing a beautiful woman on the painted boat on the Qinhuai River that day, she couldn't help but purse her lips.