Chapter 501: Chapter 493: She Really Deserves a Beating
Ding Yongliang felt that this young fellow was singling him out, otherwise why wouldn’t he see him being so proactive with others?
Chen Pi: Be confident, remove the “felt,” he is definitely targeting you, calling you by the surname Ding!
“Brother Ding, please don’t say anymore.” He Shou hurriedly presented a silver note of one hundred taels, and did not forget to pull Ding Yongliang back a bit. He was truly afraid that if Brother Ding said a couple more words, the price would hike to ten thousand taels.
Ding Yongliang felt even more frustrated: he had never felt so suffocated.
Chen Pi took the silver note and said, “With your issue, an amulet failing each day, it’s hardly effective. Our shop also has talismans made from Thunderstruck Wood and Jade, excellent for exorcism and protection. Would you like to buy one?”
“Can it eliminate the thing that’s haunting me?” He Shou eagerly asked.
Chen Pi said, “It’s not clear what is haunting you, hard to say, but it can prevent it from coming close.”
“How much?” Ding Yongliang cautiously asked.
Chen Pi took out a dark and unpolished Thunderstruck Wood Talisman: “Two thousand taels. It has Daoist runes for expelling evil and suppressing malevolence. Wearing it, evil spirits dare not approach.”
“Two thousand taels for this?” Ding Yongliang couldn’t maintain his princely composure anymore. Just a single unattractive piece of wood and it’s priced at two thousand taels? Was this shop trying to scam them big time?
And besides, a mere wooden plaque costing two thousand taels, isn’t this making more money than any preserve shop could ever dream of?
This shop is indeed a golden goose laying eggs!
Chen Pi scoffed and said, “You guys really don’t appreciate what this is. Thunderstruck Wood is rare by itself and embodies powerful properties against evil, plus carved with Daoist runes. Double protection. Charging you two thousand is already very reasonable. Moreover, Thunderstruck Wood isn’t available all the time; it depends on fate, we don’t have many pieces in our shop.”
After finishing, he put it away and said, “I’ve said it earlier, our Feichang Dao business values fate much, and it seems you are not fated for it.”
“No no no, lad, this item and I are fated; it must be mine.” Seeing him putting it away, He Shou became a bit anxious: “Just two thousand taels, I’ll take it.”
“No need to force yourself.”
“Not forcing at all.” He Shou earnestly grasped Chen Pi’s hand and said, “I really think it’s fated for me, my heart throbs just looking at it; touch my heart, it’s beating so fast.”
Wow, this young man’s hand is as warm as a little furnace.
“Who wants to touch your heart,” Chen Pi, who was freezing, swiftly withdrew his hand and said, “This yin energy of yours, indeed quite severe. Well, seeing your sincerity, I’ll sell it to you.”
He took out the talisman again.
He Shou pulled out a stack of silver notes, handed over two notes worth a thousand taels each, took the talisman in his palm, glanced at it, and joyfully wore it around his neck.
Ding Yongliang, watching his schoolmate’s foolishly happy expression, could not bear to look directly.
Two thousand taels, just like that, gone.
Such easy money!
Seeing He Shou being straightforward, Chen Pi’s face showed more eagerness, and suddenly getting a sense, he said, “You see, the moment you bought the talisman, your fortune arrived, our Boss is back.”
What, was this a clever trick specifically for selling this talisman?
Where is he?
Both of them followed Chen Pi’s gaze out from behind the counter to the storefront, and also moved towards the door to look outside.
Ding Yongliang: “!”
He Shou looked confused; was this powerful Junior Temple Master the handicapped one mentioned by Brother Ding?
Seeing Qin Liuxi seated in a wheelchair, Chen Pi rushed over and said, “Master, have you encountered another mishap?”
“Obviously,” said Qin Liuxi.
“Using a wheelchair, does that mean both legs are non-functional?” Last time she was crippled in one leg and could use a crutch, but now she has to use a wheelchair, which seems serious.
Qin Liuxi nodded her head and saw two people standing dumbfounded at the entrance of the shop, one of them being Ding Yongliang, and couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows.
Chen Pi picked her up and carried her into the shop, while Teng Zhao folded the wheelchair and placed it by the door.
Sitting behind the desk, Qin Liuxi looked towards Ding Yongliang and asked, “What brings you here?”
Returning to his senses, Ding Yongliang approached, his gaze still on her legs, until he received a sharp glance from Chen Pi, feeling guilty and rude, so he shifted his gaze to her face.
Unlike the last time she was seen dressed as a lady in front of the mansion, this time she wore a Daoist bun, revealing her entire face, with lively and handsome features, and a slightly cool temperament. There were also two young boys beside her, huh.
Ding Yongliang finally recalled the strangeness he felt seeing her last time in front of the mansion; wasn’t this the person he saw arguing at the Zuixian Building when he was hosting the Zhou siblings?
“It’s you.” Ding Yongliang looked shocked and uncertain.
It wasn’t about confirming Qin Liuxi as Miss Qin that surprised him, but he recalled his younger sister mentioning that she and their grandmother had encountered Prince Rui in Prefecture City during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and this person was his honored guest.
A storm raged inside Ding Yongliang’s heart.
His father had mentioned that she was valued by the Xiao and Yu families, and that was all he knew. He did not know that Prince Rui from Prince Ning’s Mansion valued her as well.
With this thought, Ding Yongliang became even more wary.
Even if she had no real abilities, just being an honored guest of Prince Rui was not someone their Ding family could afford to offend.
The Qin family, to have such confidence, did they themselves even know?
Such a deep secret!
Qin Liuxi watched Ding Yongliang’s changing expressions with puzzled amusement, thinking what does he mean treating me like a cunning and deeply hidden old fox?
Ding Yongliang gave a small bow, “Miss Qin? I wonder if you still remember me?”
“I am still young and not senile, of course I remember, Mr. Ding.”
Ding Yongliang: “…”
His mouth twitched slightly, he said, “Miss Qin…”
“If you already know my background, coming all the way here, either call me by my monastic name, Master Buqiu, or respectfully as Junior Temple Master. I am also entitled to it.” Qin Liuxi interrupted him. Constantly calling me ‘Miss’ sounds too awkward.
“Junior Temple Master.” Ding Yongliang took a deep breath, “What happened to your leg?”
Qin Liuxi stared at him: “I don’t think we’re familiar enough for Mr. Ding to care about my affairs.”
Which meant, what’s it to you?
Ding Yongliang’s face turned the color of liver.
He hadn’t noticed before, but now seeing it, this person really was irritating, yet he dared not lay a finger on him.
Qin Liuxi snorted softly: Just love seeing you dislike me yet unable to do anything about it. Ah, it feels great!
She ignored Ding Yongliang and turned to look at the man behind him dressed up like a puffy cotton ball, face showing wealth and happiness, yet his eyelids were dark blue, his complexion pale and greenish with a black yintang as dark as thick ink showing hints of blood, and a heavy yin energy on his body almost turning into evil spirits; he was definitely entangled by a resentful ghost.
“Entangled by a yin soul?” Qin Liuxi raised an eyebrow.
He Shou was startled, then overjoyed, hurriedly stepped forward, bowed, and pleaded, “Master, oh, Master Buqiu, I am He Shou, please save my life, Master.”
It doesn’t matter if she is handicapped, as long as she is capable.