Lin's mother walked out, her mind a blank, looking at the talismans in her hand.
Her expression gradually turned to shock, as she had never mentioned Zhang Ciyu to Zhao Yan.
Yet Zhao Yan knew, she was truly a master.
Lin's mother thought back to the old Taoist priest's words when she visited him in prison.
"This woman is exceptionally beautiful, her Taoist arts are astonishing. She can tell fortunes, read feng shui, and her talismans are even more remarkable.
The calamity in your home can be resolved by her.
If you marry her, the Lin family will prosper!"
Thinking of this, Lin's mother couldn't help but sigh.
The problem was how to bring them together.
"I drew six successful talismans from five hundred sheets of yellow paper. I sold one to Lin's mother just now, and I have five left," Zhao Yan said, blowing dry the ink on the talismans.
Three were for killing evil, and two were speed talismans.
If she met as many gullible customers like Lin's mother, no, no, like benefactors, then these five would be worth twenty-five thousand.
Calculating this, Zhao Yan chuckled foolishly.
A speed talisman, as the name suggested, when affixed to the feet, could increase speed by twenty percent.
If one could run two hundred meters in a minute, after using it, they could run two hundred meters in forty seconds.
She collected the discarded talismans and put them in the trash can.
She folded the five good talismans and put them in her pocket.
Looking at the five thousand yuan in the red envelope, Zhao Yan gave it a fierce kiss.
After the excitement, she stood up and began to calculate on her fingers.
"Buy a mobile phone, rent a shop, buy good brushes and ink, buy talisman paper! Buy..."
All five fingers were used up.
She realized that five thousand yuan couldn't accomplish much.
"If I sell all the talismans I have, then I'll make money."
"Then I'll earn twenty-five thousand, woohoo!!"
"Who should I sell them to?"
Thinking of this, Zhao Yan rubbed her temples.
Anyone who didn't appreciate them would definitely think she was a fraud.
No longer dwelling on these thoughts, Zhao Yan sniffed the money and chuckled contentedly. With five thousand yuan, she could survive for a while even if she didn't stay at the Lin family's, which was better than sleeping in a dog hole.
Just as she was thinking, Zhao Yan heard the sound of gongs and drums.
The sound came from outside the room.
She got up and walked towards the window.
She saw many people beating gongs and drums, walking this way.
There were also lion dancers and flute players.
Without exception, they were all wearing black and white mourning clothes.
As she watched, Wu Erxi phased through the wall and appeared beside Zhao Yan.
"Little Celestial Master, I just gave your Yin virtue talisman to Grandpa Li, and he was very happy. He invited you to witness his reincarnation ceremony," Wu Erxi said with a smile.
"Please wait a moment," Zhao Yan said.
She pondered for a moment. Reincarnation was like a wedding, a joyous occasion.
She had to give a gift!
Thinking of this, Zhao Yan opened her backpack and took out a stack of spirit money.
Holding the spirit money, she walked towards the door.
As soon as she stepped out, she saw so many lonely souls and ghosts. Zhao Yan exclaimed how lively it was.
More lively than a mental hospital.
"This is Grandpa Li," Wu Erxi beckoned to Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan walked over to an elderly ghost and said, "Grandpa Li, this is a gift for you. When you reincarnate, you'll have to go to the underworld. This little bit of money isn't much, but you can use it to treat the ghost guides who lead the way to a drink or something."
Grandpa Li immediately smiled upon hearing this, "Just as Old Wu said, the Little Celestial Master is sensible."
"Then we'll give the Little Celestial Master face and won't go into the house. We'll just hold the reincarnation banquet outside."
"Thank you, Grandpa Li," Zhao Yan said, cupping her fists.
After obtaining Lin's mother's consent, Zhao Yan took a broken pot from the storage room and burned the paper money.
Afterward, she chatted with Grandpa Li and the others, watching them perform lion dances. It was very lively.
Lin Xihang came out and saw Zhao Yan jumping and laughing outside the door, talking animatedly to the air. He rubbed his temples in exasperation.
"Mom, why don't we send her back to the mental hospital? I feel like her illness requires a psychiatrist."
Lin's mother took a sip of water and said seriously, "Since she was introduced by that old gentleman, it means Master Zhao is a capable person. I remember someone saying that there are very special people who are born with yin-yang eyes from birth. I think Master Zhao is one of them."
Lin Xihang: "..."
He knew his mother was deeply influenced by that old Taoist priest; she was even talking about yin-yang eyes.
Just as he was about to walk back inside, Lin's mother took out a killing evil talisman.
"Listen to Mom, keep this with you, don't lose it!"
Lin Xihang sighed, took the talisman, and put it in his pocket.
Thinking of something, Lin Xihang said seriously, "Mom, tomorrow I want to take you to meet a very, very important person."
"We'll talk about it tomorrow," Lin's mother said, her tone becoming much calmer, as if she knew something.
Around ten o'clock, Grandpa Li went to reincarnate.
After bidding Grandpa Li a final farewell, Zhao Yan returned to her room.
Seeing that no one was in the room, Zhao Yan was about to go to sleep.
As soon as she sat on the bed, she suddenly smelled a strange odor. She sniffed hard.
"Such a stinky ghost energy?" Zhao Yan stood up, grabbed the pot she had used for burning spirit money earlier, and quickly walked out of the room, her gaze directed towards the source of the ghost energy.
The ghost energy was coming from Lin Xihang's room.
"It's faster than I expected," Zhao Yan said.
She took out a talisman and walked quickly.
She arrived at Lin Xihang's door and pushed it open.
Lin Xihang was pulling down his pants, preparing to sleep. Seeing Zhao Yan rush in, he quickly grabbed the quilt to cover himself, startled.
Lin Xihang said flusteredly, "Wh-what are you doing?"
Zhao Yan looked around, placed her hand on her mouth, and whispered, "Shh, something is about to come in!"
"Something? What something? Get out quickly!" Lin Xihang looked around and said through gritted teeth.
Zhao Yan closed the door behind her and walked towards Lin Xihang step by step.
"You... what are you doing! Listen to me, a forcefully plucked melon isn't sweet, we..."