those leads. Have Xiao Qiao also have the Shen Family disciples in the circle look for anyone within their circle who had contact with the Dragon King. These days, you probably won't be able to leav...Xiao Shanming respectfully held the phone to my face, his eyes filled with anticipation for "justice."

How could I possibly deceive people like that Besides, I'm not capable of lying through my teeth.

I picked up the phone, turned down the volume, and whispered into it, "Master Zong, hello."

"...Mr. Shen, the head of the Shen family, it's good to see you." His voice was somewhat cold and stern.

"Shen Qingrui briefed me on the situation. Your esteemed master is a high-ranking hermit who practices seclusion from the world, rarely venturing into our circles. If there's any misunderstanding, please don't take it to heart, Master Zong. Let's communicate more." I offered some polite words.

Who knew that this Master Zong Dao, unlike when we first met, wasn't so hostile to me. He became a bit more polite, and said in a low voice: "Master, you are too kind. I don't feel there is any grudge or misunderstanding. It was my fault for interfering and disrupting the rules. It's understandable that Daoist Shen would be so angry..."

What Is this unreasonable and domineering understandable

Could it be that she was really outmatched by Shen Qingrui, eating a silent loss and not even daring to utter harsh words

"...but that bronze amulet Buddha is indeed important. It's good that Shen Dao picked it up; I doubt she would be so naive as to tear the paper talisman. I'm worried about what would happen if an ordinary person got their hands on it."

I said in a low voice: "Don't worry, this copper talisman Buddha was given to me by Shen Qingrui."

Shen Qingrui let out a soft snort and rolled her eyes—she was speechless at the thought of her, who wouldn't lie, being accused of such a thing.

But I also have a plan. I've learned quite a bit about this small bronze Buddha amulet now, and I'm very curious about why Xiao Shanming and Zong Daochang sought it out.

On the phone, Master Zong let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief and muttered to himself: “As I expected, she took it...”

“Master Zong, this bronze talisman Buddha doesn't belong to the Shen family. The Shen family has no intention of taking it as treasure. However, I also have a connection with this bronze talisman Buddha. Some things happened before, and we are investigating them. If your sect's purpose and attitude are similar to ours, why not share information” I probed tentatively.

Zong Daochang let out a low "mm" and said, "As I said before, I am acting on my master's orders. If the head of the family wants to understand, you might as well come to the sect for a chat. Right now, I am really inconvenient to continue bringing people south or visiting your door."

This is great! Dao Zhang's attitude this time is much better than the first time we met.

Of course, the good fear the evil, and the evil fear the bold. Shen Qingrui's temper isn't at a disadvantage; I'm the one who suffers the loss.

I said a few more words, and Master Zong said that he should ask his junior brother about the situation of their sect. He was going to keep an eye on that strange old man and escort him to justice.

Xiao Shanming took back the phone and listened to a few more instructions from his senior brother. Turning to Shen Qingru, he said, "Although Zong Daochang is a bit fierce, he is indeed an honest person. He speaks straightforwardly and doesn't beat around the bush. How could you have wronged him"

“Hmph,” Shen Qingrui sneered. “These self-proclaimed reclusive masters who shut themselves away to cultivate can’t be bullied They think they are more powerful than us practitioners who toil in the mortal world Interfering and disrupting our affairs is unforgivable! A lesson needs to be taught.”

I am speechless. To say she is useless is an understatement; her bad temper is truly a waste of time and energy.

"If it's useless, then just do it directly," I said to Shen Qingrui and the steward standing beside her. "From today onwards, don't assign any commissions to Shen Qingrui, let her rest at home for two days, and wait for me to settle this matter…"

"Shen Qingrui, you're coming with me to Zong Daochang's sect!" I said with a frown.

"What's the matter" Shen Qingrui wouldn't give me any face: "This defeated general is worthy of my visit A joke, if he wants to come, it should be him who comes to pay his respects."

I was covered in goosebumps. The deputy housekeeper beside me whispered sternly, “Don't you listen to the master's orders Do you want to be confined again”

When it comes to solitary confinement, Shen Qingrui's face pales.

She was terrified thinking back to that time when she pushed me into the Wan Gui Cave, almost getting me killed by Jiang Qiyun. I barely escaped with my life and managed to spare her.

"Hmph, whatever the head of the house says goes, I guess." She conceded with a huff and turned her head away, refusing to speak.

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Xiao Shanming also finished communicating with his senior brother, hung up the phone, and heard me call Shen Qingrui to go to Master Zong Dao's sect. He said with a face full of relief: "Thank you, Headmaster, for upholding justice."

"... It's not a matter of being impartial. Our Shen Qingrui at home didn't have any bad intentions either. They were just misunderstandings and playful banter among colleagues."

Xiao Shanming nodded repeatedly, his face full of anticipation as he asked: "You said that after you finish your current commission, you'll go to my master's door Can, can you take me to see it! When you're finished, I'll also lead the way for you!"

Generally speaking, when handling matters and delegations, I wouldn't bring outsiders. However, Xiao Shanming is comparatively simple and looks harmless, so since he was on the way, I just brought him along.

I wouldn't dare bring Shen Qingrui. I'm afraid she would cause me a lot of trouble for no reason, so I'd rather keep her under house arrest.

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People in the yin-yang circle accept commissions, but true masters are not driven by money or fame. Money comes and goes quickly.

Unless one is a grand family like the Shen clan or a prestigious lineage, it would be impossible to preserve their wealth.

However, more monks took on commissions themselves. It was already difficult enough to have a disciple by their side.

The commissions that landed in my hands were not particularly lucrative, but rather those deemed risky, troublesome, or involving clients of a unique nature by the elders of the Shen family. These required the patriarch to intervene personally.

I called my brother and told him the address. He drove there himself.

I took a car from the Shen family and drove myself.

"You, you actually can't drive" I looked at Xiao Shanming in the passenger seat.

Xiao Shanming embarrassedly scratched his head: "I've been on the mountain all this time, how could I have had the chance to learn to drive... Now that I'm coming down the mountain to travel, I might as well sign up for a driving school..."

"So you're taking the rich woman's car to handle things" I teased.

He became even more embarrassed: "Don't laugh at me... This was my first commission from the Tong Xuan Hui, and I didn't expect you to handle it... I, I took the commission fee for nothing. How about I give you the reward money instead"

I smiled at him, and he muttered to himself, deflated: “Looking at the Shen family’s grand business and impressive demeanor, they probably wouldn’t care about money. You definitely wouldn't want it.”

"Tell me more about your sect. I'll count it as partial payment." I proposed.

He didn't really try to hide it, just talked about some things happening within his sect. As I listened, my mind kept drifting back to the commission in this folder.

A relative of a prominent city leader encountered some strange occurrences. Through private conversations with colleagues, he learned that the Shen family had a "special advisor" named Mu Xiaoqiao. After much searching, he finally found the Shen family.

Leaders, of course, are as poor as church mice and live very simply. But their relatives are mostly rich beyond measure.

We all know the unspoken rules here. Waiting for me at the highway exit was a middle-aged man with a beer belly.

He introduced himself as Wu, so let's call him Mr. Wu. He is the leader's nephew.

"Let's eat first, eat first, and talk over a meal." Wujingli invited us to get in the car.

I'm going to wait for my brother at the highway exit. Wu Jingli's assistant kept looking at me with a suspicious gaze, then gave me a smooth smile and said: “We thought someone like a high monk or Taoist priest would come, but we didn’t expect it to be two young monks like you. We shouldn’t stand here at the highway exit getting dusty. Let's go to the restaurant first and sit comfortably. Take your time talking. Miss, you can send your location to your companion and have them come directly to the restaurant.”

"Miss" I heard the term and my brows furrowed slightly.

In our circle, who calls people "Miss" without a last name At least add a surname!

It seems this person doesn't even know my last name, and they haven't done any research on the Shen family at all. I guess they just heard that the Shen family is famous and went to invite someone, specifically the head of the family.

I have a bad feeling about this family—they definitely invited more than just the Shen family.ion techniques.After that, it was the junior wife and master who carved my name onto the cliff face, which led to what happened next...It seems that everything in the world, every sip and every peck,...