Salle d'astrologie avec chair et sang

Chapitre 6

After reading this record, Wenqing knew that the sixth generation leader mentioned here was his master, which also meant that this evil magic had not yet been found. Wenqing thought that if this magic was used by someone, then the Junmen would suffer another catastrophe. The North and South Jun had finally achieved a positive interaction, and it was best not to return to the era of mutual fighting. Just as he finished reading the last page, he found that his master had written a few words at the end: hqszs replied[23]: No South, no North.

Neither righteous nor evil.

Nothing else, nothing self.

Without thought, evil is dispelled.

Wenqing could understand the first few sentences, but what did the last sentence, "No Thoughts Break Evil," mean? He thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out. His mind was constantly troubled by the phrase "No Thoughts Break Evil."

"Give me back my life! Give me back my life!" The white-haired boy looked around, but could only hear the voice and not see any shadows. He entered a battle-ready state. Just then, two blades suddenly slashed across his body, and blood flowed out. The white-haired boy touched his wounds and looked at the blood on his hands.

The white-haired boy began shouting: "Where did this demon come from? Show yourself at once!"

But apart from the ghost's eerie laughter, no other ghostly figures were found. The white-haired boy began to form a barrier, and two more sword lights emanated from it. Unable to contain himself, the white-haired boy released dozens of talismans, scattering them aimlessly in all directions. After the talismans left his hands, they turned into several beams of light. In the shadows, the white-haired boy saw a headless ghost wearing armor. He recognized it at a glance as the ghost general he had beheaded. The ghost general, wielding a large sword, launched another fierce attack on the boy. The boy raised his sword to block the sword, and after a few exchanges,

The boy retaliated: "You dead bastard, you still dare to come looking for me even though you've lost your head."

Ghost General: "Give me back my life!"

The headless ghost general began to disappear again. The white-haired youth gathered his energy and focused his mind, paying attention to the slightest movement around him. Suddenly, the youth turned around, and the headless ghost general's blade was already pressed against his face.

"Ah!" Wenqing woke up with a start.

After a while, Ya-xuan knocked on the door from outside: "Wen-qing, what's wrong? Wen-qing, what's wrong?"

Wenqing wiped the sweat from her forehead and said to Yaxuan through the door, "It's nothing."

Ya-xuan: "Oh, you startled me. If there's nothing else, I'm going to sleep."

Wenqing: "Go to sleep, I'm fine." But Wenqing herself knew that something might be about to happen.

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Reply [24]: 9) Wealthy businessman

The next morning, her master suddenly told Wenqing that she was going to meet someone that day. After tidying herself up a bit, Wenqing set off with her master.

Perhaps it was because of the dream last night, Wenqing didn't say much along the way. His master thought he was just still half asleep and didn't talk to him much either.

After nearly an hour and a half, they arrived at the outside of an office building. After parking the car, the master told Wenqing, "This is it." Wenqing glanced at the building, didn't ask any questions, and followed the master inside.

The staff led them to the reception room, at which point Wenqing asked his grand-uncle the purpose of his visit.

Master Uncle: "The owner here is a good friend of mine. He said he has something to ask you, so he asked me to come with you."

Wenqing nodded. At that moment, a middle-aged man in a suit walked in. After her teacher's introduction, Wenqing learned that he was the boss of a large company. When the boss saw Wenqing, he greeted her politely and then sat down opposite her: "I heard you are a young fortune teller?"

Wenqing nodded: "Please give me your guidance."

Boss: "I wouldn't presume to offer advice, but I do have some questions I'd like to ask you. Would you be willing to answer them?"

Wenqing: "I will try my best."

The boss suddenly stood up and looked around: "I had an expert look at this office. Do you know what formation this expert arranged?"

After looking around, Wenqing replied, "This is a chessboard formation, arranged to reflect the overall atmosphere of the company, but it has a flaw."

Boss: "What mistake?"

Wenqing pointed to the office across the street: "If I'm not mistaken, that office should be yours."

The boss nodded: "That's right, that's my office. What's the problem?"

Wenqing: "The chessboard formation emphasizes a strong general leading troops, but you, the general, are isolated in your office. This situation breaks the chessboard formation and turns you into a lone king without troops. If I'm not mistaken, you'll be kept in the dark about something recently, and you'll lose a considerable amount of money because of it."

Upon hearing this, the boss's eyes widened: "You're amazing! My company has recently had a manager embezzle a lot of money. Young master, is there any way to resolve this?"

Wenqing: "There is a way to break it. It's very simple to solve this situation. You can replace the walls of your office with glass. This way you can control the whole situation and return to the original chessboard formation."

The boss was overjoyed upon hearing this: "If it is really as you say, then I will definitely reward you handsomely."

Wenqing: "You are my grand-uncle's friend, so it's only right that I help you with such a small favor." Later, the boss invited the two of them to a restaurant for dinner.

In the boss's car, he asked Wenqing another question: "Young master, I have a question for you. How do you think my recent financial luck is?"

After calculating for a moment, Wenqing told him seriously, "You've had the worst luck lately."

The boss frowned upon hearing this: "What do you mean?"

Wenqing: "I just cast a divination for you, and it says that you are currently in a difficult situation."

Boss: "Yes, you're right."

Wenqing continued, "However, things will change in a few days, so be careful of your paperwork disputes."

The boss nodded: "You are indeed very capable. Not only did you describe my current situation, but you also know that I am about to sign a contract with someone." The master uncle listened to their conversation and smiled smugly.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, the owner asked Wenqing, "Have you ever heard of the Five Ghosts Transporting Wealth Formation?"

Wenqing: "I've heard of it, and I've even seen my master rehearse it."

Upon hearing this, the boss excitedly asked, "How was the effect?"

Wenqing: "That is an extremely evil spell, but it can accumulate a lot of wealth in a short period of time. However, this spell is detrimental to one's virtue, so my master instructed me not to use it."

The boss's face fell when he heard this, and the master of martial arts immediately tried to smooth things over, saying, "Wenqing is still young, I will discuss it with him."

As soon as Uncle finished speaking, he pulled Wenqing aside and said, "Wenqing, this person is very important today."

Wenqing: "How so?"

Master Uncle: "Because he promised to give our temple a considerable sum of money, we can't afford to offend him no matter what!"

Wenqing: "You don't want me to set up a wealth formation for him, do you?" Uncle Master nodded.

Wenqing: "No, Master said no."

Uncle-Master: "Never mind what your master said, if Uncle-Master says it's okay, then it's okay." Wenqing still shook his head.

The master's uncle grew anxious: "If you refuse to pay, what will happen to the temple's funds? I spent a lot of money building that temple, and if I don't pay back that money, the temple might be shut down. What will happen to your master then?"

Wenqing looked troubled: "This..."

Uncle-Master: "Anyway, your master has already shown you how to do it. You only need to do it once. Nothing will happen."

Wenqing thought for a moment, and seeing his uncle's anxious expression, he reluctantly agreed. After speaking, the two returned to the dining table, and his uncle told the owner that Wenqing had agreed. The owner laughed heartily upon hearing this.

The next day, Wenqing arrived at the office as agreed. Upon seeing her boss, Wenqing asked, "Have you prepared what I asked you to prepare?"

The boss pointed to the cardboard box next to him: "Of course it's ready."

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Reply [25]: Wenqing opened the cardboard box, which contained eight bags of soil. They were arranged in eight directions. Wenqing asked the boss to cut off his fingernails and hair, divide them into eight parts, and then put them into the eight bags of soil. After that, he took a white porcelain plate and placed the eight bags of soil in the eight directions. Then he pressed coins on the eight bags of soil and finally placed a money tree in the middle.

Wenqing then took out a compass, aligned it with the direction, and found the wealth position in the office. He placed the porcelain plate there. After placing it, Wenqing said, "No one can touch this plate. More importantly, no one can be in the office at night, otherwise we might encounter ghosts, and that would be troublesome."

A young woman in the company asked curiously, "Why is it haunted?"

Wenqing coldly told her, "Because the soil in this porcelain plate comes from the eight directions of the mass grave, and this formation is meant to attract the ghosts from the mass grave to gather wealth."

The young lady shuddered upon hearing this. Wenqing turned to the shopkeeper and said, "This wealth formation can only be set up for a maximum of forty-nine days. It must be removed after forty-nine days."

Boss: "What will happen if we don't remove it?"

Wenqing: "If this company isn't shut down, it will become a ghost town."

The boss nodded upon hearing this, and after Wenqing had arranged everything, she prepared to return to the temple.

"Senior brother! Senior brother!" The white-haired boy kept calling out to Longya's figure, but Longya seemed not to hear him and was getting further and further away. The white-haired boy chased after him with all his might, and just as he was about to catch up, Longya suddenly turned around, and the white-haired boy was startled: "How could it be you!"

It turns out he wasn't Longya, but that ghost general: "Hahahaha, prepare to die!"

Just as the white-haired boy was about to raise his hand to chant the incantation, he realized that his hand was being dragged by a hungry ghost, and the surrounding scene had turned into a mass grave. As the white-haired boy tried to break free from the hungry ghost's entanglement, the ghost general had already slashed at him with a knife.

"Ah~!" Wenqing had another nightmare today. When she woke up, she touched her neck and found that her hands were wet. Looking closely, she saw that her hands were covered in blood. She quickly ran to the mirror and found a shallow knife mark on her neck!

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Reply [26]: (10) Strategist

"Wenqing, your grand-uncle is looking for you," Yaxuan called out.

Wenqing: "Alright! I understand."

Ya-xuan seemed to notice the injury on Wen-qing's neck: "Huh? What happened to the injury on your neck?"

Wenqing didn't answer, but Yaxuan asked anxiously, "Tell me what happened?"

Wenqing seemed reluctant to answer Yaxuan, picked up her briefcase and went out.

When Wenqing arrived at the office, his grandmaster and the boss were already waiting for him. Wenqing nodded to him, and the boss spoke first: "Young master, I've brought a big red envelope today!"

Wenqing looked at his grandmaster, who said, "He is willing to contribute three million to sponsor the temple's construction."

Wenqing nodded. Seeing that Wenqing didn't react, his grand-uncle asked, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

Wenqing: "No."

Uncle-Master also noticed the injury on Wenqing's neck: "What happened to you? How did you get an injury on your neck?"

Wenqing: "It was probably an accidental scratch, nothing serious, don't worry."

Seeing that Wenqing seemed reluctant to talk about her wound, her master changed the subject: "Wenqing, the boss said he wants to hire you as his magic consultant."

Wenqing: "A magic consultant?"

Master Uncle: "That's right, the magic consultant."

Seeing Wenqing's puzzled expression, the boss came over and explained: "It's like this, after seeing your amazing skills yesterday, I'd like to ask you to help me arrange the feng shui and create wealth formations for my other factories. What do you think?"

Wenqing looked at the boss with a puzzled expression. Seeing this, the boss quickly explained, "Of course I won't treat you unfairly!"

Wenqing: "That's not what I meant, but I still have things to do at the temple!"

Master Uncle: "You don't need to worry about things at the temple."

Wenqing looked troubled and said, "But I don't want to be anyone's advisor."

Upon hearing Wenqing's words, the boss's face fell. Noticing the change in the boss's expression, the master pulled Wenqing aside and said, "Don't be childish. If you help him a few times, we'll have more funds. Besides, your master might be crippled at any time, so we should raise funds for your master even more!"

Wenqing thought for a moment and said, "Alright! I agree."

Upon hearing Wenqing's agreement, the boss smiled again: "When will the young master come and help me set up the formation?"

Wenqing: "Let's do it today." As soon as she finished speaking, Wenqing went out with that person.

Wenqing accompanied the boss to visit all his business locations and factories. Over the course of several days, Wenqing had already set up numerous feng shui formations for him, some auspicious and some malevolent. Wenqing had clearly become the boss's personal magic consultant. However, Wenqing knew perfectly well that such behavior was not what a ruler should do, but his master's matter was urgent, so he had no choice but to swallow his anger.