Zhang Hua began to speak, "I have no children, nor any close relatives. I hope that after I pass away, you can arrange my funeral affairs."
Upon hearing that this was the only request, Feng Yu quickly agreed, "Alright, I promise to do this."
As long as he wasn't asked to kill anyone, this small matter was manageable.
Zhang Hua had no kin, so many things were simplified.
Seeing Feng Yu agree, Zhang Hua felt his last wish was fulfilled.
His life had passed just like this.
After chatting for a while longer, the sky gradually darkened.
Feng Yu then got up to take his leave.
To be honest, he really disliked going out at night.
Seeing Feng Yu about to leave, Zhang Hua suddenly thought of something and said, "Wait a moment, Daoist friend. I have an item I wish to gift to you."
Hearing this, Feng Yu stopped, feeling a surge of excitement, but he suppressed his inner joy and inquired, "What is it?"
Zhang Hua did not answer. Instead, he got up and walked towards the inner room.
Feng Yu returned to his seat on the bench.
Before long, Zhang Hua emerged carrying a dusty black wooden box.
Placing the black wooden box on the table, Zhang Hua took out a key and unlocked it.
Feng Yu instinctively looked to see what was inside the wooden box.
Inside lay a copper coin sword covered in dust, appearing to have been stored there for many years.
Yet, despite the dust, its outline and the characters on the coins were remarkably new, as if replicated by modern craftsmanship.
However, Feng Yu was certain this was not the product of modern industry.
Feng Yu carefully examined which dynasty's copper coins these were.
The coins were yellowish-green, and each bore four characters: Chongzhen Tongbao.
Damn, these were all Chongzhen Tongbao coins.
Chongzhen Tongbao was currency issued during the Chongzhen era of the Ming Dynasty.
Because Emperor Chongzhen, Zhu Youjian, was the last emperor of the Ming Dynasty, his reign, though not short, saw the issuance of very little currency.
Things are valuable because they are rare. Nowadays, Chongzhen era copper coins are worth at least ten thousand each, and they are available only in name, not in practice.
One or two coins would be manageable.
But to gather enough for a copper coin sword would be impossible without at least a million.
He never expected the old man before him to possess a copper coin sword made entirely of Chongzhen Tongbao coins.
This alone could easily fetch a million and a half if sold casually.
Thinking about it, this old man was a millionaire!
Truly, one cannot judge a person by their appearance, nor the sea by a single bucket.
Seeing Feng Yu's astonished expression, Zhang Hua smiled faintly and asked, "Daoist friend, do you recognize these coins?"
Feng Yu nodded, "I've studied the coins of every dynasty in my spare time."
A look of relief appeared on Zhang Hua's face, and he smiled, "Since you know, I shall gift this copper coin sword to you."
Upon hearing this, Feng Yu quickly waved his hands, refusing, "This item is too valuable. I cannot accept it."
Although Feng Yu said this, his eyes were fixed on the copper coin sword on the table.
A million and a half.
This million and a half was laid out before him, and it was impossible not to be tempted.
But would Zhang Hua truly give it to him?
If he sold this item, he would have this vast sum of money.
Then, he wouldn't have to worry about anyone looking after him in his old age.
If he walked down the street with this money, how many sons would eagerly offer to care for him in his twilight years?
Not just sons, but twenty-year-old radiant daughters would also flock to him.
These daughters could be raised as wives, and upon his death, they could care for him in his final moments.
Wouldn't that be wonderful?
Of course, that was a later consideration.
The prerequisite was whether this old man, at his age, could still perform.
Seeing Feng Yu's lewd expression, Zhang Hua coughed and pulled him back to reality.
Pulled back to reality by Zhang Hua, Feng Yu looked at him with some embarrassment.
Zhang Hua knew well that this young man must be thinking of something unsavory. He said, "Money is of no use to me. It's better for this copper coin sword to be used by a Daoist friend to slay demons and monsters than to be displayed in a museum for people to gaze at. I don't have many years left to live."
"But this item is truly too precious."
Feng Yu looked embarrassed, but one hand had already honestly reached towards the copper coin sword in the wooden box, adopting a righteous demeanor.
"Since Daoist friend has said so, I will certainly not fail in my mission."
Zhang Hua looked at Feng Yu's demeanor, utterly speechless.
How could this young man be so thick-skinned?
Picking up the copper coin sword, Feng Yu feared the old man might change his mind, so he placed the sword by his feet.
Seeing Feng Yu's action, Zhang Hua suddenly felt a slight urge to go back on his word.
Why did this young man feel like he wasn't a good person?
Seeing that Zhang Hua seemed to have some regret, Feng Yu quickly said, "Daoist friend, rest assured. After you pass away, I will ensure your funeral is grand and magnificent."
Zhang Hua was speechless and quickly stopped him, "It's not necessary. I have no relatives, so the funeral should be simple. Besides, I am not dead yet."
He was only sixty-two years old, and he had no major health issues, so he could live for at least another five years.
"Alright, I will do as you say."
Feng Yu nodded, already planning his retreat.
He had already received the benefits, and the items needed for the grave visit were already purchased.
If not now, then when?
Zhang Hua also saw through Feng Yu's little scheme and said, "The item has been given to you. It's getting late, Daoist friend. You should go back and rest. If there's anything in this diary you don't understand, you can come to the shop and ask me."
Feng Yu, who was already planning to slip away, took the item and got up to leave upon hearing Zhang Hua speak.
Gazing at Feng Yu's retreating back, an expression of relief appeared on Zhang Hua's old face.
His life had been mediocre, never achieving much, always remaining half-hearted.
Keeping this copper coin sword was a waste. It was better to give it to this young man.
He could sense that this young man was by no means ordinary.
Life is short, only a hundred years, and there are too many things to pursue.
Money, fame, women...
Rather than living such a tiring life, it was better to let go of these things.
The night had completely fallen, and ghosts began to appear around them.
Looking at the surrounding spirits, Feng Yu felt no fear. He tightened his grip on the copper coin sword, and a surge of confidence welled up within him.
When people gain strength, they tend to become arrogant, and Feng Yu was no exception.
According to Zhang Hua, these ghosts were merely the lowest level of spiritual beings.
For imps of this level, let alone fighting him,
Just seeing the dense spiritual energy on his face would deter them from approaching.
Even so, he still needed to maintain vigilance.
After all, he knew no spells, and he couldn't just chase them with the copper coin sword, could he?
That was clearly unrealistic.
Feng Yu quickly left the area and took a taxi back to the villa.
He was now eager to study the talismans in this notebook.
Meanwhile.
Not long after Feng Yu left the funeral parlor, a figure arrived at the entrance of the funeral parlor.