Pei Ying tightly grabbed Yu Nian's sleeve with her left hand while pounding her thigh with her right, sobbing as she did. Her outburst drew the curious glances of many pilgrims.
Yu Nian stared at Pei Ying expressionlessly. She never expected Pei Ying to be even more rowdy than the deranged Jiang Sheng.
"Let go," a cold voice sounded from above, carrying an air of authority without any sign of anger.
Pei Ying immediately released her grip. Wiping away her tears, she stared at Yu Nian helplessly. "Master, what should we do now?"
Yu Nian didn't answer right away. First, she pasted a talisman on the unconscious Jiang Sheng. Then, she dipped her finger in cinnabar and marked a dot on his forehead to stabilize his remaining two souls.
To everyone's surprise, the unconscious Jiang Sheng suddenly sat up straight like a zombie. His face was still as pale as paper, but he stopped crying and making a fuss.
With a few soft tinkling sounds, Yu Nian casually tossed three ancient copper coins into the air. Strangely enough, the coins spun seven times in the air without falling. As soon as they completed the eighth spin, they suddenly dropped and landed steadily back in Yu Nian's hand.
Pei Ying was so shocked that she even forgot to cry. This... was this even possible? Who on earth could make copper coins spin eight times in the air and stay aloft for so long during divination?
Looking at the divination result in her hand, Yu Nian frowned slightly and asked Pei Ying, "One of Jiang Sheng's souls has been lingering in the southeast direction... Do you know where Jiang Sheng was born? Does he have any siblings?"
Pei Ying thought carefully for a while and replied, "Although I'm his agent, Jiang Sheng never told me much about his family. So I think his relationship with his family is not very harmonious. I only vaguely know that he's an only child, and his mother passed away early. It seems that only his father is left in the family."
At this point, Pei Ying seemed to remember something. She took out her phone and made several calls to the company's human resources department in succession.
Although Pei Ying had her share of scheming, she was surprisingly efficient. It wasn't long before she retrieved Jiang Sheng's employment file.
Since her life was at stake, Pei Ying searched very carefully. When she read a certain line of text, her eyes lit up and she exclaimed in a low voice, "I found it! Jiang Sheng's hometown is in Putuo Town!"
After some discussion, everyone decided to pack some magic tools and clothes first and set off immediately after gathering.
To Pei Ying's surprise, Yu Nian came out of the room in less than ten minutes and calmly waited for the others.
Pei Ying was stunned and couldn't believe it. "Master, how did you pack so quickly? Aren't you going to bring any magic tools?"
Yu Nian pointed at the bag behind her and said calmly, "I've brought everything I need."
Looking at the small backpack that could be carried with one hand, Pei Ying had a complex expression on her face. Apart from some snacks, she really couldn't think of what else could fit in it.
After everyone gathered, Pei Ying efficiently arranged a special car to take them to the airport. She was so enthusiastic that she seemed like a different person from before.
Just as the car was about to leave the foot of Cuiwei Mountain, Yu Nian suddenly turned her head and looked out of the window. Her dark eyes stared fixedly at the entrance of the Taoist temple, her emotions hard to read.
Pei Ying noticed Yu Nian's distraction and quickly asked with concern, "What's wrong, Master? Did you forget to bring any magic tools?"
Yu Nian was silent for a while before she withdrew her gaze. She seemed a bit sleepy. Closing her eyes, she said softly, "It's nothing. Let's go."
Ming Mingzhong and He Zhiping exchanged a knowing look.
Tomorrow was the day when President Feng would return from his business trip. Yu Nian probably wouldn't be able to see him again.
...
When dawn broke, Chen Xian had just walked to the door of Feng Chengyuan's room when he saw his boss walking out.
Feng Chengyuan looked normal. If one didn't observe carefully, it would be impossible to notice the faint dark circles under his eyes.
Chen Xian was always very meticulous. He asked in a low voice, "Boss, did you stay up too late last night?"
Feng Chengyuan paused for a moment, but his tone remained calm. "No."
He didn't just have a bad night's sleep. He didn't sleep at all!
Recalling the extremely real dream from last night, the tips of Feng Chengyuan's ears quietly turned red again.
Just as the two of them walked downstairs, a dirty hand suddenly blocked Feng Chengyuan's way.
"Fancy meeting you again. We're really destined!"
Chen Xian was startled and instinctively tried to stop the person, but he realized that it was the old beggar who had disappeared last night!
The old beggar looked leisurely. Leaning against the marble wall next to the hotel elevator, he had a dog's tail grass in his mouth, looking extremely excited.
Feng Chengyuan raised his eyebrows slightly. "It's you? How did you know I was here?"
The old beggar mysteriously took out three copper coins and smiled. "I divined it, of course."
He paused for a moment and looked at Feng Chengyuan curiously. In a voice that only the two of them could hear, he said with a mischievous smile, "The star of romance is moving, and a romantic encounter is in your destiny... Come on, tell me honestly. What did you dream about last night? Your sweetheart?"
Feng Chengyuan's eyebrows twitched. For the first time, a crack appeared in his unchanging expression. He looked up at the old beggar with a cold gaze. "... Did you do this?"
The old beggar quickly waved his hand and said with an embarrassed smile, "I don't have that much ability. It was the Flower of Time! It worked and allowed you to foresee the future. Now that its mission is completed, it has naturally disappeared!"
Foresee the future? Could it be that it wasn't a dream?
But then Feng Chengyuan noticed something strange. Why did an old beggar who made a living by cheating know so much?
He suppressed his doubts and asked calmly, "Since you can tell fortunes, are you a fortune-teller?"
Feng Chengyuan thought that the old beggar would try to dodge the question with some joking remarks, but unexpectedly, he frowned and thought for a long time. A look of confusion appeared in his eyes, and finally, he painfully pounded his head.
"I don't know why I know these things. I... I've forgotten who I am."
Feng Chengyuan was stunned. He asked again, "Then why did you come to City B?"
Hearing this, the old beggar looked up and his eyes brightened. "I've walked a long way. When I passed by here, I noticed you. You have an extremely strong spiritual aura. You actually have a furnace constitution that is rare in a century!" He paused for a moment and said with regret, "It's a pity that you're already taken. Someone else got there first!"
Feng Chengyuan was silent. He carefully observed the old beggar and was sure that he had lost his memory.
Although the old beggar's clothes were shabby and dirty, his back was always straight.
He was like a precious sword wrapped in black cloth, only showing his sharpness at unexpected moments.
Chen Xian didn't understand the hidden meaning of their conversation, so he asked Feng Chengyuan, "Boss, should I call the security guards to drive away this old beggar who has been following us?"
Feng Chengyuan stopped walking and said calmly, "Arrange a room for him to stay in and try to meet his requirements as much as possible."
As soon as the old beggar heard this, he became extremely excited and dragged Chen Xian away.
Chen Xian looked back at his boss in disbelief. Although he didn't understand Feng Chengyuan's intention, he still obediently settled the old beggar down.