The next day.
Zhao Yan took Wang Xianzhi to inspect the feng shui burial sites and confirmed the resting places for the eight departed souls.
To Zhao Yan's dismay, the names of the eight departed souls were not the ones the boss Zhou had found.
The time was too distant to verify anything; the names online were all fabricated.
Zhao Yan inquired and learned the true names of the eight departed souls, and the cause of their deaths was not that the landlord desired the female ghost.
They were a traveling opera troupe, performing in one place today and another tomorrow.
While en route to a different location, they were ambushed by bandits, and all eight were killed.
The two workers were not framed by them; it was indeed an accident.
However, the strange occurrences at the construction site were very real.
With the feng shui burial sites confirmed, the eight ghosts were also pleased to have found a place to settle.
"If you wish for salvation, you can come to me," Zhao Yan said.
The eight ghosts shook their heads. "No need, Master. We eight ghosts wish to wander the mortal realm for a few more years. If we reincarnate as humans now, we won't be able to stay together."
"Alright," Zhao Yan nodded and left the cemetery.
Upon reaching the cemetery gate, Wang Xianzhi looked back at the cemetery and smiled, "Master, those eight ghosts are still seeing us off."
Just finding the feng shui burial sites had taken half the day. It was past seven in the evening, and Zhao Yan wondered how they could still see them.
Turning to look behind her, she saw the eight ghosts standing under the cemetery lights, lined up.
Seeing Zhao Yan turn, the eight ghosts clasped their fists and bowed to her.
"No need to see me off. I wish you all a good family in your next life," Zhao Yan called out to them.
The eight ghosts, like wisps of mist, grew fainter and fainter, then disappeared from sight.
"Except for the opera troupe leader, who was older, the others were all in their twenties. To die at such an age, they were indeed pitiable," Wang Xianzhi sighed.
Zhao Yan nodded. "I initially thought they were vengeful spirits. After interacting with them, I realized that while they possessed a formidable aura, it was mostly resentment. I approached it with the mindset of helping them if I could."
"If they were vengeful spirits, there would be no need for so many words. A direct stab with a sword would have been more straightforward."
"Master is truly kind-hearted," Wang Xianzhi chuckled.
Zhao Yan waved her hand. "There's no need for flattery."
After getting into the car, Zhao Yan had already decided how to spend the money.
When she was with the old man at the Taoist temple, there was a village called Jiubao Village at the foot of the mountain. The roads in the village were in very bad condition. Zhao Yan thought that with this money, she would first repair the roads for the village.
After retiring, she would then renovate the Taoist temple.
"Let's keep two hundred thousand from the money we earned from the Yan family. The rest of the money will be used to repair the roads."
"Alright, I'll listen to you, Master," Wang Xianzhi nodded.
Back at the shop, Zhao Yan petted the black tiger general's head. Seeing that it was still early, she decided to draw a few talismans.
The next morning, Zhao Yan, Wang Xianzhi, and Wu Jiaxin went to the place where she had lived before.
It took over three hours to get to Jiubao Village. Upon arriving, they found the old village chief.
The old village chief was surprised by Zhao Yan's visit; it had been several years since they last met.
Zhao Yan trusted the old village chief, explained the situation clearly, and handed him eight hundred thousand yuan.
This money was to be used for repairing the roads of Jiubao Village. If there was any surplus, it would be used to support impoverished students in the village.
After doing this good deed, Zhao Yan felt refreshed and invigorated.
She thought of the old man. He would earn a hundred yuan and donate eighty, leaving only a little money for food, even letting his disciple go hungry. Now that she thought about it, the old man had spent half his life doing good deeds.
Returning to the shop, Zhao Yan saw two people standing at the entrance.
Wang Xianzhi smiled. "Master, we have customers."
Zhao Yan looked from the car and shook her head. "They don't look like customers."
These two people did not have any Yin energy on them.
Zhao Yan got out of the car, and the people standing at the entrance all looked over.
"Are you Master Zhao?" a woman asked, scrutinizing her carefully.
Zhao Yan was taken aback and nodded. "My name is Zhao Yan. May I ask who you are?"
The woman bowed to Zhao Yan first, then immediately beckoned to her son, who handed over a banner.
"I am Wu Dahai's wife. My husband appeared in my dream and asked me to come and thank you. He said that without you, it would have been very difficult to get the money back."
"Thank you, Master Zhao. If we hadn't gotten this money back, my son and I truly wouldn't have known what to do."
"My father-in-law is still hospitalized. Without this money, he might follow soon."
This left Zhao Yan a little flustered. Brother Wu was being too polite.
"This money rightfully belongs to Brother Wu. It doesn't have much to do with me," Zhao Yan said.
"My husband said that without you, he wouldn't have been able to get the money."
"These are free-range eggs, laid by the free-range chickens we raise," the woman said, handing over a basket of eggs.
Zhao Yan wanted to refuse, but thinking that they had come all this way, refusing would not be appropriate. She took the basket and said, "Thank you."
She wanted to invite them to stay for a meal, but after giving the free-range eggs, the woman and her son bowed to Zhao Yan and left immediately.
Zhao Yan bowed back to the mother and son.
"Brother Wu is truly a good person," Wu Jiaxin took the basket and smiled. "The eggs are so clean, not a bit of chicken droppings."
Zhao Yan nodded. "He's a straightforward person."
For the next few days, Zhao Yan had very little work to do.
Every day, she either drew talismans or walked the dog. During this time, she also got a dog license for the black tiger general.
Looking at the food the black tiger general ate, Wu Jiaxin was envious.
"Sister Zhao, you specifically went to the market to buy ginseng and deer antler for the dog the day before yesterday?" Wu Jiaxin asked.
Zhao Yan looked at the black tiger general. "Raise your right paw."
The black tiger general immediately raised its right paw.
After shaking paws with the black tiger general, she looked up. "The black tiger general is very spiritual. Eating good things will lead to great achievements in the future."
"I only taught it for three minutes, and it already knows left and right."
"And these are all cultivated. I can't afford wild ginseng."
As Zhao Yan spoke, she saw Wang Xianzhi returning.
A few days ago, Wang Xianzhi had said he was going to Beijing on business, and Zhao Yan had agreed.
Wang Xianzhi got out of the car and brought a large pile of things into the house. He first gave gifts to Zhao Yan and Wu Jiaxin, and the remaining large bag was for the Ancestor Master.
Zhao Yan opened it and looked. The bag was full of fashion magazines, at least over two hundred copies.
She didn't know when the Ancestor Master would finish looking at them.
After arranging these magazines for the Ancestor Master, Wang Xianzhi poured Zhao Yan a cup of tea.
"Master, I need to invite you to Beijing. I'm afraid there's something that requires your intervention."
Zhao Yan drank a cup of tea and asked, "What is it that requires a trip to Beijing?"