As time went on, the atmosphere at the card table gradually heated up.
Everyone present was in high spirits, with many even shouting.
This was a remote mountain temple, and without this group of gamblers, it would have been eerily quiet at night.
No one knew who dared to be so bold, or perhaps was inherently unafraid of ghosts, believing that the more remote, the better. As long as it wasn't a place of death, they could find and utilize it.
That night, Cai Jinqu finally won, a rare occurrence for him to walk away with money.
"Old Cai, you're really in luck tonight, everything you wished for came true!"
"Heh heh heh, not at all, not at all!"
"Damn it, if I wasn't lucky, would I have picked up money the moment I walked in?"
"No wonder, this deity is truly powerful. I'm going to go pay my respects quickly!"
The person who said this actually ran to the entrance, knelt before the statue, and began to worship.
This made Cai Jinqu feel, to some extent, that his good fortune was indeed thanks to divine intervention.
It seemed he would have to return to express his gratitude regularly.
With this thought in mind, a few more rounds of cards were played. To his surprise, he won even more money this time.
"Damn it, what bad luck! Losing every hand! Damn it, Old Cai, can't you just stop for a bit and let us have a taste? Dammit, I've lost all the money I won in the last three months!"
Someone yelled out in frustration.
Cai Jinqu, on the other hand, remained all smiles.
From the moment he entered until they left, Cai Jinqu hadn't counted his money much. But when they finally settled up, he had won hundreds of thousands.
He immediately prostrated himself several times before the deity statue.
From then on, he became a devout worshipper of the statue. He even found a local old man specifically to maintain it.
Coincidentally, when Shi Mian Luo Sha was passing through his old homeland, he decided to visit his grave in the mortal realm.
Unexpectedly, he stumbled upon this group of people.
He had been serving under the God of Death for nearly a century.
Who would have thought if any of his descendants would remember him?
Following his memory of the location, he arrived at the place and looked around.
"Well, well! They've actually built a small house in the middle and erected a statue inside."
He didn't look closely, and without much thought, he transformed the statue into his own likeness.
To make himself appear more imposing, he deliberately made the statue's eyes glare fiercely.
This was why Cai Jinqu trembled when he first glanced at the statue.
In reality, it wasn't a temple, but merely a shrine.
Because everyone in the vicinity had moved away, and it was no longer maintained, it had fallen into disrepair.
Who would have thought someone would organize a gambling session in such a dark and desolate place?
It was truly coincidental that Cai Jinqu happened to win that night.
Shi Mian Luo Sha was also coincidentally checking if anyone was worshipping him when he witnessed this scene.
Thus, he decided to play a trick and possessed those people one by one.
This would ensure that they would visit again periodically. To guarantee success, there would always be one or two people who won money and were able to leave with it.
Most importantly, the person organizing the gambling sessions always made money, so he was happy to do so here.
This place had inherent advantages: it was remote, didn't disturb the public, and wasn't afraid of being reported.
Once this stench of money formed, it was like a cultivated field for Shi Mian Luo Sha's cultivation, greatly benefiting him.
To help Cai Rong return home, Cai Jinqu specifically came to burn incense for Shi Mian Luo Sha.
Whether Cai Rong returned home or not was of no interest to Shi Mian Luo Sha; he only cared about the plan for "Na Qian Lai."
Coincidentally, upon returning to the Shura realm, Soul Ling Number Twelve came to report on his recent work. He overheard their conversation near Na Qian Lai.
Unexpectedly, their paths crossed.
This made things easier, and Shi Mian Luo Sha suddenly had an idea. He suggested to Na Qian Lai that these matters be treated as a grand chess game. First, Soul Ling Number Twelve would make the arrangements, and they would act at the opportune moment, which would surely lead to significant gains.
Na Qian Lai's face lit up with joy, and he said with a smile, "I believe in you. When it comes to strategy, you've never disappointed me!"
This was also a crucial reason why Na Qian Lai relied on Shi Mian Luo Sha: he was exceptionally strategic and adept at planning.
If they followed his plan, this operation might uproot a massive source of fortune.
However, the methods, compared to the mortal realm, were somewhat brutal: causing a family line to end.
But this had nothing to do with him, Na Qian Lai; he only concerned himself with methods and outcomes.
Cai Rong's return home delighted Cai Jinqu immensely, making him believe even more strongly in the deity in that small temple.
Cai Rong had returned home, but with a somber expression, his face stretched long. The driver dared not even breathe loudly for the entire journey.
"Quick! Hurry and open the door, your father is back!" Su Dan Novel Network
Hearing his mother's shout, Cai Jinqu rushed to open the door.
"Dad, you..."
Before Cai Jinqu could even finish his greeting, Cai Rong pushed him aside and questioned him,
"Why did you bring your mother here? Why didn't you discuss it with me and make the decision yourself!"
Stumbled by Cai Rong's push, Cai Jinqu lost his balance and leaned against the wall.
Hearing this, he felt a surge of anger.
Logically, it was his mother he had brought back, his own wife. Was there any reason for such a fit of rage?
"I just wanted to bring my mother here to enjoy some comfort. She's all alone and lonely in the old village. I... I couldn't bear it!"
Cai Jinqu suppressed his anger and blurted it all out.
While it wasn't the sole reason, it was certainly a contributing factor.
Cai Rong sending his mother back to the village likely had his own calculations. But Cai Jinqu's desire to show filial piety was also true.
"I said, it was for her to relax and recuperate! Is the air in Changyu City better than in the old village?"
Cai Rong said with a frown. Although his anger had subsided, his expression remained displeased. For him, having his wife around made certain things difficult, such as: not coming home every night.
His wife, upon seeing him, didn't say a word. Given the situation just now, she dared not speak, lest she be lectured.
Having been together for decades, ever since Cai Rong became the chairman, she had never dared to speak harshly to him again.
When his temper flared, it resulted in a beating.
She was scared, truly and deeply afraid. Moreover, more pragmatically, she didn't want their relationship to end in separation. She couldn't let this hard-earned good life slip away.
"Mom, say something! Do you want to stay here, or go back to the old village?"
Cai Jinqu spoke, looking at his mother, hoping she would voice her true feelings.
As long as she said she wanted to stay, what reason would his father have to not let her?
Cai Rong didn't immediately order her back, but cast a sidelong glance at his wife.
As the chairman of Wuma Group, he had fought with most people in the company for half his life. At this moment, he shouldn't say much, but appropriate body language was enough to convey his intentions.