Chapter 63

While the two Daoist temples were exchanging here, Ke Xingzhou suddenly glanced to the side.

Lan Xing: "?"

Does he have something on his face?

Just as he was puzzled, Lan Xing raised his hand to touch his face, when he suddenly heard a faint noise from behind.

Instinctively turning around, he saw a disheveled man suddenly charging out.

The man looked mentally unstable, his eyes red and his expression wild. He was holding a fruit knife and staring intently at Lan Xing, charging at him without any hesitation.

Lan Xing froze for a moment, his mind hadn't processed what was happening yet, and his body was already kicked away by a powerful force.

Ke Xingzhou, not knowing when he had moved beside him, raised his foot and kicked him out of the madman’s attack range. Then, he turned around and kicked the fruit knife out of the man’s hand, immediately following up with a kick to his chest.

The man was sent flying, crashing hard into the fire escape door with a loud "bang."

The sight was painful just to watch. The property manager stared dumbfounded at the series of events that unfolded in an instant. His gaze finally settled on the man who had suddenly rushed out, unable to imagine how many of his ribs were broken.

Lan Xing was also dazed from the kick Ke Xingzhou gave him, but he barely managed to get up, figured out his bearings, and turned around.

When he saw the man lying unconscious on the ground, he let out a scream: "…Ahhhhhh, you killed him!!"

Everyone: "…"

The man who was kicked, who had been semi-conscious, immediately snapped awake upon hearing his scream. His eyes turned even redder, as though he had a deep blood feud with Lan Xing.

"Yes, I’m going to kill you! You’ll pay for my Er Bao’s life!!"

This was clearly not something a normal person would say. Ke Xingzhou furrowed his brows and was about to step forward to deliver two more kicks, but Nie Chen suddenly grabbed him.

Ke Xingzhou reacted quickly, using a move like a golden cicada shedding its shell, escaping Nie Chen’s grip. He stepped forward and slapped the man on the back of his neck.

The man's scream was abruptly cut off, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Nie Chen, though shaken off, showed no displeasure. With a solemn expression, he stepped forward again, checking Ke Xingzhou upTen minutes later.

The property manager brought a rope to tie the man up, ensuring he no longer had the ability to hurt anyone. After sweating profusely, he stepped aside.

He glanced at Ke Xingzhou, his eyes lingering for a moment on his thin arms and legs, then met the cold gaze of the tall, handsome man standing beside him.

"..." He just couldn’t handle that aura, trembling as he turned his eyes away and weakly explained, "This man is a resident of apartment 802, not a thug..."

"Not a thug? Then why did he come up and attack me with a knife?" Lan Xing jumped up, rebutting in agitation.

In his over twenty years of life, this was the first time someone had pointed a knife at him. If it weren’t for Ke Xingzhou's kick, he would’ve lost his life by now!

If that’s not a thug, then what is?

Lan Xing had a "do you take me for a fool?" expression as he saw the property manager hesitate. Unable to resist, he took another look at the unconscious man.

He had seen the 802 resident before, a very gentle and friendly man. When he first moved in, he gave homemade snacks to everyone on the floor and the property management. He was very helpful and had a great reputation among the neighbors.

To be honest, when Lan Xing first saw the man’s face, he couldn't believe it. He never expected it to be the 802 resident.

But the fact was right in front of him, and after looking him up and down, he had to admit that this was indeed the 802 resident.

He just didn’t understand why he would suddenly attack the resident of apartment 801.

Zhu Chu, who had recently learned some metaphysical knowledge, couldn't help but show off: "I can see the aura of death around him. When he came out, he looked angry and sorrowful. Could it be that someone in his family passed away recently?"

Nie Chen, with a somewhat gloomy expression, cast a sidelong glance at him, his eyes filled with deep reproach.

Zhu Chu: "…???"

What did he say wrong?

Lately, his junior brother had been crushing him in terms of learning, not just in drawing talismans but even in basic knowledge, so now, whenever his junior brother looked at him, he couldn’t help but doubt himself, subconsciously recalling what he had just noticed about the man.

Yes, the man had indeed looked angry and sorrowful when he charged out. He had seen it very clearly!

Nie Chen: "…"

To be honest, sometimes Ke Xingzhou’s disciple could really leave people speechless.

He withdrew his gaze and asked the property manager, "Who is this ‘Er Bao’ he mentioned?"

"‘Er Bao’?" The property manager was stunned for a moment, then remembered something, "Oh, right. He has a dog named Er Bao. He just bought it not long ago, and I heard it looks very much like the first dog he had. Er Bao is usually very obedient, but a few days ago, for some reason, it suddenly broke its leash and ran toward the balcony. It ended up missing its footing and fell. It's still hanging on for its life at the pet hospital."

The property manager sighed as he talked about it.

He had even fed that dog before. It was an adorable little thing, well-trained in socializing. It would obediently hide behind its owner whenever it saw people, not barking or causing trouble.

Luckily, it had been snowing these past few days, and the snow on the ground was thick. After the dog fell, it still had a breath left. The pet hospital said there was a chance it could be saved.

Lan Xing had been listening to this for a while, completely confused: "Wait, what does this dog have to do with me?"

He hadn’t even been back to his apartment these past couple of days!— Of course, it's because the feng shui of your house is bad!

The property manager's expression immediately became subtle, and he coughed softly: "Well... we're not entirely sure. Why don't you ask the masters around you?"

Lan Xing subconsciously glanced at Ke Xingzhou, paused for a moment, and then turned his gaze to the two Taoist priests from the Jiulong Temple.

No matter how you look at it, these two Taoists looked more professional than Ke Xingzhou...

The two Taoists from Jiulong Temple, after seeing Ke Xingzhou kick the nearly 200-pound man out with one kick, had a complex expression, their eyes frequently falling on Ke Xingzhou.

From this, it seemed that the abilities of the Xiaoyao Sect were indeed not to be underestimated.

Not only had they obtained a legitimate business license, but despite being the temple master, Ke Xingzhou, who looked frail, had such strength.

Truly, you can't judge a book by its cover.

The chubby Taoist priest couldn’t help but cover his chest, sadly thinking, "So only our temple is truly bad..."

At this moment, the Jiulong Temple master, who had been looked to for help, slowly came back to his senses.

He straightened his face: "Well... it’s probably a feng shui issue. We can’t be sure until we look at your house in person."

The group then proceeded into the house.

As soon as Lan Xing entered, he couldn’t help but think of the series of nightmares he had been having recently, a chill running down his back.

Considering that the two Taoists from Jiulong Temple were unaware of the situation, he briefly explained, his trembling finger pointing to the floor-to-ceiling window: "It... happened right here."

The two Taoists from Jiulong Temple were immediately terrified.

They were just small-time pawns sent by the organization to test the gullibility of the believers in Beijing. They hadn't even learned much of the dark arts, and usually only had the skills to swindle and deceive. How come everything they encountered recently was so difficult?

The last issue, involving some movie king, was easy to handle. Ke Xingzhou had already pointed out the problem, and they just needed to use the excuse of still investigating to delay Peng Jingshan for a long time.

But this time, it was a bit tricky.

Facing Lan Xing's hopeful gaze, the Jiulong Temple master stiffly smiled and forced himself to walk around the room.

He did indeed find a few odd things:

"The bathroom door is directly facing the entrance, and there’s no curtain to cover it. That’s not very auspicious." He shook his head, then mustered up the courage to look at the terrace, "And the exterior. The developer had hired a feng shui master before building the house. Though they couldn’t make the best layout, they at least didn’t harm the residents inside. Simply put, the exterior is like a wooden barrel. If you drill a hole in the barrel, the feng shui is naturally disrupted, and bad luck will follow."

Zhu Chu nodded repeatedly: "That's right, exactly."

The feng shui book his master gave him also mentioned this kind of situation: the bathroom is a place for filth and accumulation of negative energy. If it faces the room door or the main door, it could lead to disruptive energy.

No wonder the Taoists from a proper temple could speak such profound feng shui principles so clearly and understandably!

The Jiulong Temple Taoist priest had originally been a bit nervous. These answers were all copied from Baidu Encyclopedia, and he had used them for several believers living in cheap rental homes. Seeing that this house seemed to match some similar issues, he boldly shared them.

Luckily, Ke Xingzhou, this colleague from the Xiaoyao Sect, was supportive, immediately raising the credibility of his words significantly!

Lan Xing still had some doubts, thinking that these words were similar to what he found on Baidu Encyclopedia.Hearing Zhu Chu confirm this statement as well, and with both Taoist temples agreeing, Lan Xing immediately became convinced: "I see! Taoist, how should I solve this? Can we just seal up the exterior again?"

The Jiulong Temple master’s confidence was now greatly inflated. The minor displeasure from earlier when Ke Xingzhou had demonstrated his strength had completely disappeared with Zhu Chu’s help. Thinking that with a colleague’s assistance, he could exaggerate a little to get more money, he put on a hesitant expression.

"Well..."

Sure enough, Lan Xing immediately took the bait: "Don’t worry, Taoist, the reward will definitely not be lacking. According to the Xiaoyao Sect's standards, I am willing to add an extra two... ten percent to what I usually pay for your services!"

Jiulong Temple Master: "?"

Wait, hold on… did he just get cut down?

In the end, things were settled like this.

Lan Xing inexplicably spent double the money, hiring two Taoist temples to perform the rituals together. It wasn’t until the money was spent that he felt the pinch.

However, as the saying goes, life-saving matters come first.

Thinking that with the mutual assistance of two temples, the problem would be solved in one go, it seemed like a one-time effort, and his slight discomfort quickly vanished.

Jiulong Temple still looked very formal. Taoist Pang arranged the offering table, ritual tools, and incense table, and Jiulong Temple Master, dressed in his ritual robes, stood in front. The entire scene suddenly became solemn, exuding great depth and authority!

In contrast, Ke Xingzhou remained calm and composed, his demeanor ethereal, and he really had a good appearance.

He glanced disdainfully at the other’s ritual table, then extended his hand toward his eldest disciple—

Receiving a pack of cucumber-flavored chips, he opened it and began eating, crunching loudly.

Everyone: "…"

Zhu Chu, feeling their complicated gazes, was embarrassed, his face turning red.

Earlier, when he had interacted with the Qingyun Temple and Changsheng Temple, he had asked his master if he needed to buy some decent ritual robes and tools. However, his master had harshly rejected him.

"Why buy? Do we have the money? Just get it. What a waste!"

The words almost made Zhu Chu shut himself off from the world.

Their temple was indeed very poor. Even their mountain was taken by others, and now they could only stay in the base bought by his younger disciple.

The conditions were indeed tough!

However, he had initially felt uncomfortable about this, but after watching his master perform a few rituals, he noticed that their sect seemed to only need talismans and didn’t use other ritual tools, so he gradually forgot about it.

Now, comparing with others, it seemed that they really were lacking in appearance...

Luckily, the Jiulong Temple Master didn’t look down on them. Instead, he proactively asked Ke Xingzhou: "Daoist Ke, what do you plan to do?"

Although they seemed to have everything in place, they were actually extremely nervous inside.

They had performed rituals before, but this was their first time dealing with real ghosts.

The illusions they had used before were obviously useless, and if they made a mistake, they could easily end up trapped here.In contrast, Ke Xingzhou had previously deceived a film emperor, and his experience in fraud was clearly far more abundant than theirs, so the Jiulong Temple Master planned to test him a bit.

Ke Xingzhou glanced at him strangely but didn’t suspect anything more, thinking it was just another odd test from an old man.

He looked around and calmly spoke: "The layout of this house is indeed not very good. The missing exterior has created a feng shui problem, and the energy here has dissipated. Also, since you're opposite room 802, the two households can only compete for the same energy, which naturally causes conflict. The pet in that house did indeed get into trouble because of your move-in, so you're not entirely to blame for that."

In fact, if Lan Xing had left this house vacant, nothing would have happened.

Feng shui, feng shui, only humans can create feng shui within a place. Lan Xing’s presence stirred the feng shui of this floor, and with his strong fate, a natural life of wealth, he didn’t need to work hard—his previous generation had earned enough money for him to squander for a lifetime. Ordinary people could never compare to him.

The people in the opposite house who could afford such an expensive place were also not weak in terms of fate, but their mistake was adopting a dog.

Pets, children, the elderly, and pregnant women are all groups that are more easily affected.

Lan Xing and the man in the opposite house were both young with strong destinies, so their conflict wasn’t a big deal. But the dog, caught in the middle, was constantly affected by their energies, and it was a miracle it survived.

Halfway through his explanation, the property manager couldn’t help but shudder and looked at this seemingly unreliable young man in disbelief.

As the property manager, he couldn’t just say everything out loud. He had deliberately kept quiet about the incidents that had occurred with the tenants on the floors nearby.

In fact, not only did the little dog in room 802 have issues, but the elderly person on the top floor fell to their death, the child upstairs cried often at night, and even a pregnant woman across from this building had a miscarriage—all of these problems occurred while this house was occupied.

He had never told anyone about these incidents. When the young woman who wanted to buy this house had come, he had even made up his mind not to reveal the truth. But how did this handsome young man, who didn’t even look like a Taoist priest, know about all this?

Lan Xing was almost scared to death: "Damn, this is terrifying!"

No wonder when he walked in today, he felt so many unfriendly gazes. The man from the opposite house even had a fruit knife and seemed like he wanted to kill him.

If this had happened to him, he would be furious too!

But he didn’t do it on purpose. He didn’t even know the specifics about this house, he just randomly decided to stay for a night and almost lost his life.

He was a victim too!

Lan Xing felt like crying but had no tears, as he pulled the property manager aside and rambled on about his miserable experience, insisting that he had no intention to harm anyone.

The property manager sympathized with him but, when he heard that the elderly man’s ghost had been haunting him, he couldn’t help but retreat a bit further.

Lan Xing: "…"

Wuwu!

Finally, Nie Chen couldn’t bear to watch anymore and interrupted his pointless self-pity: "The feng shui problem has nothing to do with your recent misfortunes."

Lan Xing: "Eh?"

Ke Xingzhou nodded: "You have a wealthy fate, so living in this house, you won’t be the one to get hurt. At most, you’ll just be more likely to make enemies and be targeted for assassination."

Lan Xing: "…"

It sounded like a compliment, but why did it feel so unmotivating?

Nie Chen calmly looked at him and then at the property manager: "The old man wasn’t killed by him, so logically, he shouldn’t be haunting him. What did the previous tenant do before they left?"The property manager felt a chill when they started talking about ghosts, and at this moment, he couldn't help but shiver. After thinking for a while, he replied, "I'm not sure about that... At the time, the move was handled by their agent, and the inventory check was probably also done by the agent. Maybe you should ask the agent?"

The last sentence was directed at Lan Xing.

Unexpectedly, Lan Xing turned pale, sighed deeply, and couldn't help but cover his face and laugh bitterly, "Useless. He already ran off abroad. Besides, if I could find him, would someone else be holding a knife to stab me?"

Property Manager: "..."

Everyone: "..."

There really was no way to reason with this. The agent was already abroad, and they couldn't reach him by phone or scold him, so there was nothing they could do.

What was even more infuriating was that Lan Xing had learned that the guy had even opened an agency abroad, specializing in scamming Chinese nationals who had just moved abroad for work or study.

"Damn, this is a traitor!" Pang Daochang cursed loudly, "So despicable, doesn't he fear going to hell after he dies!"

The Jiulong Temple Master suddenly coughed loudly. Red-faced, he looked at everyone’s confused gazes and stammered, "Cough, cough... Indeed, it's too much!"

Everyone was filled with righteous indignation and angrily cursed the agent.

However, after cursing, they were all at a loss, unable to think of a way to deal with such a rogue.

At this moment, Nie Chen took out his phone, put on a serious face, and coldly looked at Lan Xing: "The number."

"Eh?"

"The agent's number." He paused, glanced at Ke Xingzhou, and subtly emphasized, "I'll have Assistant Liu contact him to ask about buying property abroad. He’ll definitely pick up."