101: Chapter 101 A Manifestation Before the Public

Han Jingyang glanced at the Rank 7 Buddha statue. "If you want to keep it, you can, but it will cost extra. If you don't, it's fine; I'll take it back, and it won't have any other impact."

"How much?"

"This Buddha statue is eighty thousand yuan."

"Can... can it prevent Old Wang from getting this kind of illness again?"

"No, it can't. While it's slightly useful, its strength is quite lacking." Han Jingyang continued, "Speaking of which, since the patient ended up like this, there's definitely something wrong with your home. Do you need me to take a look?"

"A Feng Shui problem?"

"It can be categorized as a Feng Shui problem. You should know about Deng Xingang's situation; it's almost identical to his."

"Let us think about it. We'll decide once he wakes up, okay?"

"Fine."

Han Jingyang packed his gear and turned to leave without staying a moment longer.

Wang Zhiwei walked him all the way to the hospital entrance. "Brother, I'm really sorry for making you come out in the middle of the night."

"It's just business, perfectly normal." Han Jingyang turned to look around and lowered his voice, "Old Wang, help me look into what's going on with this relative of yours."

"What's wrong? Is there a problem with him?"

"It's not a huge problem, just that his situation is even more severe than Deng Xingang's. I'm a bit curious."

"More severe than Gangzi?"

"Yes. Although it's just as simple for me to handle, the evil energy in his head was twice as much as Deng Xingang's."

"That serious?"

"Trust my judgment."

In the hospital room, Han Jingyang couldn't speak freely. He didn't even use terms related to 'superstition' because there were outsiders present; it would be a hassle if someone reported him.

Besides, there was no point in telling the patient's family.

His job was to treat the illness, then take the money and leave.

Every extra word was a waste.

But chatting privately with a friend was different.

Wang Zhiwei nodded heavily. "Alright, I'll find out exactly what's going on."

"You can ask Deng Xingang."

"You suspect..."

"It's not a suspicion; it's definitely related to that thing Deng Xingang fished up. I thought everything would be fine after it transferred to that purple clay Guanyin statue at Deng Xingang's house, but looking at it now, that clearly wasn't the case. That jar is still a menace; there might even be more victims."

Wang Qiang couldn't help but shiver. "It's not contagious, is it?"

"Something like that. 'Contamination' would be a more fitting word. However, since the jar hasn't been found yet, I can't be certain of the specifics. Have Deng Xingang look into it; he's the one who caused this, so he's responsible for cleaning up the mess."

"Alright, I'll tell Gangzi."

"Then that's it for today. We'll talk tomorrow if anything comes up."

...

Jiguang Zhai.

Han Jingyang put his props back in their places one by one, then pointed to the sofa and said to Liu Jing, "Tell me, what did you see in the hospital room?"

"Boss, you don't know yourself?"

"What I see is different from what you see."

"It was a magical scene. Boss, when you stood there, your whole body exuded an ethereal aura, as if a god had descended to earth. When you shook the sanqing bell, strands of blue light emerged and covered Wang Qiang. At the same time, the Buddha statue seemed to emit strands of white light that seeped into Wang Qiang's head like rain. Then, strands of black mist emerged from his head and slowly dissipated as if they were being melted."

As Liu Jing spoke, her eyes grew dazed, as if she were still immersed in that fantastical scene.

Han Jingyang, however, frowned.

Before this, only he could see those images.

Why could Liu Jing, Wang Zhiwei, and the others see them now?

This didn't make sense.

Wait, could it be... its doing?

Han Jingyang shifted his gaze to the statue of guan gong he had bought for four hundred thousand yuan before leaving.

Could the "Manifestation of Holiness" attribute mean manifesting holiness before others?

Interesting.

Although it wasn't as powerful as he'd imagined, it was fun and would help boost his reputation. It was a true tool for showing off.

If he had obtained this treasure earlier and let Liu Jing and the others see the scene of Zhenwu Descends to Earth, they would probably have knelt down immediately.

That scene would have been truly shocking.

Tonight's display didn't even count as a minor skirmish.

It took a while for Liu Jing to snap out of it. She coughed and said, "Boss, many people saw it today."

"I know."

"Will there be any negative consequences?"

"No."

"These people will definitely talk, and they love to exaggerate and spread rumors. There's no telling what the story will turn into in the end."

"It doesn't matter."

"Boss, don't you know that engaging in feudal superstition is a very dangerous thing in today's society?"

"No, no, no, it's not dangerous at all. Masters in the south and the Hong Kong-Taiwan regions are as numerous as cow hairs. How many of them have been arrested?"

"That's the south."

"South or north, it's all the same. As long as you don't cross the red line, no one cares what kind of master you are. But if you do cross it, it doesn't matter who you are; you're finished."

Liu Jing was still a bit worried. "Can't you keep it a bit more hidden?"

Han Jingyang smiled and patted Liu Jing's arm. "I know what I'm doing. Just put your heart back in your chest."

"Honestly..." Liu Jing was a bit annoyed. "I'm really worrying myself to death over nothing. Anyway, if something really happens, you're the one who will be unlucky. It won't fall on a lowly shop assistant like me."

Seeing this, Han Jingyang laughed even harder.

This made Liu Jing even angrier, and she raised her hand to punch Han Jingyang in the chest.

Han Jingyang reached out to block.

As they blocked and parried, their four arms became entangled.

Their eyes met, and the atmosphere gradually heated up.

*Buzz buzz—*

Han Jingyang's phone vibrated; he had a WeChat message.

The two of them immediately pulled apart.

Liu Jing turned around, pretending as if nothing had happened.

Han Jingyang hurriedly took out his phone. It was a series of pictures sent by his sister, one after another, all of their family having fun in Qiongdao. The photography wasn't great, but it was clear they were all very happy.

The last one was taken by Han Jingxin in a balcony pool. The background was the vast ocean, where the seawater and the pool water met in a single line, creating quite a poetic scene.

At the end, she added a message: "Jealous? Hehe, serves you right for standing us up. We're going to stay here for a few more days and only come back when we've had enough fun [ghost face emoji]."

Just as Han Jingyang was about to reply, he received a message from Tongtong: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"I'd like to treat you to a meal."

"No need, I was paid for it."

"We haven't properly calculated your losses from yesterday yet. How much was it in total?"

Losses?

Han Jingyang thought about it. In truth, there weren't many losses.

Actually, not only were there no losses...

...he had made a huge profit.

He traded a skill for a Rank 4 item; how was that a loss?

He had only said that to play hard to get; he hadn't expected this woman to be so honest.

He might as well give her a discount.

Thinking this, he replied: "Yesterday wasn't entirely for your sake, and I was also a bit careless myself, so I'll give you a discount. Let's call it two million."

Two million for a life—that's not expensive, right?

Although Tongtong didn't seem to be in mortal danger at the time, they still didn't know who the culprit was. Who knew if there would be follow-up attempts?

The culprit had used a dharma instrument of that level against Tongtong, so their goal must be significant.

He had intervened and cut off the culprit's subsequent plans at the root, yet he was only charging two million. It really wasn't expensive.

Sure enough, Tongtong quickly replied: "Only two million?"