417: Chapter 417 Deputy Head of the Celestial Master's Mansion

"Mr. Wang is here!"

Someone shouted, though it was unclear who.

A white-bearded old man, dressed in a Daoist robe with an air of immortality, appeared.

He wore a yellow Daoist robe, a Celestial Master's Hat, and carried a Peach Wood Sword on his back.

A Demon-Revealing Mirror, Copper Coins, Red Thread...

Nothing was missing!

Just by his demeanor, one could tell he was a master of considerable skill!

Upon seeing this man, everyone's faces immediately showed a sense of relief.

Hoo...!

"Master, you're finally here!"

"The evil here is about to break free! Please come and take a look!"

Zhou Ze and the others had originally intended to casually evacuate the people here, but unexpectedly, a Cheng Yaojin appeared out of nowhere.

Who is this guy?

Their faces quickly showed a look of suspicion.

A fake Daoist priest, swindling people?

At this moment, only Lin Heng's gaze shifted slightly, his attention on the Daoist robe the other party was wearing.

It was a genuine Dragon Tiger Mountain Daoist robe; it didn't look fake.

After another glance at the man with the already grizzled beard, Lin Heng's expression quickly turned strange.

This guy...

Lin Heng couldn't help but chuckle dumbfounded.

Upon hearing this, the so-called master quickly stepped forward.

He looked up at the dirt pit in front of him, then did some finger calculations.

After a slight contemplation, he quickly closed his eyes and then spoke calmly, "Hmm... this corpse, I'm afraid it's been seven years, hasn't it?"

Hiss...!

The villagers were shocked.

"Daoist Wang, how, how do you know??"

At this point, the villagers' address for the old man had changed from Mr. Wang to Daoist!

They were clearly more respectful.

At this moment, Wang Daoran's expression grew even more serious.

"Hmm, it's not hard to see that the malevolent energy from this coffin is almost soaring to the sky, and the dark light pillar within is already as thick as a water vat... One ring per year, it must have endured immense resentment, and now the resentment is already soaring to the heavens... If it's not buried soon, I'm afraid there will be great disaster!"

"No... could it be that this old man has arrived a step too late? That great disaster has already manifested?"

“...”

He did some finger calculations again, and his face became even more shocked.

Hiss...!

The villagers gasped in unison.

They trusted Wang Daoran even more.

"My goodness! Daoist, how do you know everything?"

"Fate, oh fate..."

Wang Daoran suddenly burst into laughter.

"This matter today is precisely directed at this old man!"

"Very well, this old man has cultivated for many years, and his cultivation should be used in such places!"

But just as he said this, Wang Daoran's mood became low.

He sighed deeply, and said wistfully:

"But to think that years of cultivation will be lost in vain like this... it still pains my heart a little."

Uh...

The villagers were not fools either.

They naturally understood that he was asking for money...

Soon, the village chief gritted his teeth and stepped forward.

"Master... just name your price! No matter what, please help us with this matter today!"

"Otherwise, we villagers probably won't be able to sleep at night."

As soon as these words were spoken, Wang Daoran revealed a playful smile, but his face remained calm.

"Well... this old man is not a greedy person... but this is, after all, about karmic repercussions, and it's connected to each of your fates..."

"Taking too much is not good; this old man is not a worldly person!"

"This old man is merely worried that if I take too little, it will prevent each of you from escaping the misfortune of this seven-year Yang Coffin!"

"So this money... absolutely cannot be less! Otherwise, if the karma isn't strong enough, I'm afraid this Skin-Corpse will come after you!"

"Who told you to stand by and watch it lie in the coffin without doing anything?"

“...”

Wang Daoran spoke with such conviction that he left everyone stunned.

However, not a single person disagreed with Wang Daoran's words.

They even stepped forward voluntarily.

"Daoist, please perform your magic as you wish. After the matter is resolved, we will certainly offer half of our family's assets!"

"We will absolutely not fail to live up to your benevolence, Daoist!"

Pfft...!

Zhou Ze was about to speak up and advise against superstitious behavior, but at this moment, he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Good heavens!

There are really people like this???

They were so easily fooled?

Even Xu Mu was stunned.

"Xiaoxiao, do you think this is real?"

Su Xueer looked down at Lin Xiaoxiao and asked with some doubt.

She didn't believe it at first, but seeing so many people believe it, and that Daoist Wang seemed to make sense, what if it was true?

However, Su Xueer also knew...

It was probably fake.

But after experiencing so many things, who should they believe?

Lin Xiaoxiao chuckled upon hearing this.

"He's just a charlatan. With his skill, he's nowhere near as good as my brother!"

She snorted, completely disregarding the feelings of everyone present.

Lin Xiaoxiao had no intention of holding back from the start. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was clear enough for many people around to hear.

As soon as she spoke, Daoist Wang, who was in the midst of a hearty laugh, suddenly heard this voice and his expression immediately turned unpleasant.

He turned around and glanced at Lin Xiaoxiao.

Turns out it was just a little girl.

But she was quite pretty.

A budding beauty!

But just because she's pretty, does that mean she can do whatever she wants?

Wang Daoran snorted.

"Little girl, you shouldn't speak carelessly. In all my years of subduing demons and devils and traveling the jianghu, the people who are more powerful than me can be counted on one hand."

"What... are you?"

"And who is your brother? What is he compared to me, the Deputy Head of Dragon Tiger Mountain??"

With that, Wang Daoran directly pulled out his certification.

Huh?

There's even certification??

At this moment, even Zhou Ze, who wanted to go up and drive people away, was stunned.

Dragon Tiger Mountain... Celestial Master's Residence...

There really was such an organization, and it was even nationally recognized.

It was also considered the only somewhat respectable origin of Feng Shui.

However...

This method of fooling people still made them feel a bit uncomfortable.

Soon, after Wang Daoran coldly lectured Lin Xiaoxiao, little did he know, Lin Xiaoxiao's face showed a cold smile.

At this moment, Wang Daoran quickly noticed something.

He turned his head, only to find that a man had appeared behind him at some unknown point.

However!

When he noticed this figure, his pupils suddenly constricted.

"Little... Little Martial Uncle??"

But the next second!

Lin Heng raised his leg and directly kicked Wang Daoran away.

The kick wasn't very powerful, but it still sent Wang Daoran flying several meters.

Huh?

The villagers were stunned.

The Deputy Head of Dragon Tiger Mountain's Celestial Master's Residence... is that all he's got?