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The basement was cold and damp. Xu Hongfa, dressed in a bright red funeral robe, had a gaunt face. His eyes bulged with anger as he watched his son putting on his ceremonial shoes, filled with resentment.
Years ago, he had a fortuitous encounter with a Feng Shui Master. The Master observed his features and declared him to be a rare Feitian Lu Mage, destined for wealth and nobility, and took it upon himself to help him.
As a Feitian Lu Mage, his destiny was marked by the four pillars of wealth. Officials represented his fortune, while money was akin to horses. When encountering the four day pillars of Geng Zi, Ren Zi, Xin Hai, and Gui Hai, particularly with the presence of the Hai and Zi, it would lead to hidden fortunes emerging from the Wu and Si. This was known as the Flying Heavenly Lu Horse.
With the likes of himself and the Zi pillar, particularly Geng Zi, there were three hidden connections to Wu, enhanced by the annual branch. Within Wu was Ding, while Ji represented the official seal of Geng. Thus, he was destined for greatness.
However, his greed led him astray; he could have taken a more gradual approach but instead rushed for results. He asked the Feng Shui Master to set up a Zang Ji—a dark and harmful spell. Due to his suspicious nature, he never fully trusted that Master, fearing some hidden trick.
After unexpectedly acquiring wealth, he sought out another Hong Kong Feng Shui Master for protection. This Master retrieved a Bai Zai Xiao Nan Fu from the Temple of the Heavenly Queen, which finally gave him some peace of mind.
Xu Hongfa's small habit saved his life. Yet little did he know that what he had sown in the past would bear fruit today. He wanted to say something, but the talisman could only preserve his life; that was already its limit. At that moment, he was no different from a living corpse.
"Old Guy," Xu Gongzi sneered coldly. "I know all about what you did back then. Don't worry; I won't let you die. You always wanted to live for a hundred years; now I shall grant you your wish!"
He ordered his subordinates to lift Xu Hongfa into the large red coffin. In front of the coffin stood an incense burner with four sticks of incense inserted into his skull. It was customary: three sticks for the living and four for the dead.
Zuo Ci watched Xu Gongzi's retreating figure and chuckled to himself. A father’s love and a son’s filial piety—truly a perfect harmony!
With a smile, Zuo Ci took out several small glass vials from his robe, each containing a viscous liquid of Azure Black. He said, “Take this three times a day, accompanied by fresh meat and blood. Within seven days, he will transform into Shi Sha.”
“When the time comes, I will open his chest and remove his organs. During this period, you must properly care for this tree of yours with funeral rites. If you do it well, I guarantee you will live an extra hundred years!”
A hundred years? Xu Gongzi was already thirty; if he lived to a hundred, that would make him one hundred thirty!
He grinned and replied, “I’ll do as you say, Daoist!”
Zuo Ci glanced at him but said nothing as he walked out of the secret chamber.
“Master, are we really going to give him money?” one of the suited subordinates frowned. “He’s just a charlatan. No matter what abilities he claims to have, one bullet will surely end him!”
Xu Gongzi’s expression darkened. “After the ritual is complete, you all will be responsible for sending the Daoist back home. I can’t trust someone who knows my secrets to roam freely.”
“I’ll head to Hong Kong now to find a Feng Shui Master. I’ve heard that certain Feng Shui arrangements can utilize the blood and flesh of these sorcerers.”
In comparison, he preferred the people from Hong Kong; after all, they were known for their discretion!
The other subordinates exchanged knowing smiles. This was the kind of leader they wanted to follow—decisive and ruthless.
Little did they know that within the secret chamber, a Human-Faced Ghost lurked in the shadows, listening intently to every word that fell from Zuo Ci's lips.
Seeing Xu Gongzi's ruthless methods towards his father made Zuo Ci contemplate his next move. These upstarts from humble beginnings were indeed cold-hearted.
Though he had no fear himself, one must not indiscriminately kill the innocent, right? It was a case of black eating black!
"How admirable!" Zuo Ci smiled.
"Since that's the case, let you be my advantage!"
A cunning plan suddenly surfaced in Zuo Ci's mind. This plan not only aimed to divert trouble but was also foolproof; it involved extending the lives of those high-ranking officials in the government. He could also play the role of a benefactor.
In the office, Black Cripple looked at Zuo Ci with some surprise. "When did you become so enlightened?"
Just moments ago, Zuo Ci had asked him if any government officials were seeking methods for prolonging their lives, which left Black Cripple astonished. "So our esteemed lord wants to make progress too?"
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