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"Ten million isn't enough? How about twenty million?" Luo Chenghui said, deliberately pretending not to understand.
"Enough with the nonsense. Just tell me about the itinerary," Ye Mingshang replied with a glance.
"Haha! You really have no sense of humor. Halle, don't look at me like that. Just wait at home, and I'll call you when it's time."
"Oh, fine. Then I'll head back," Ye Mingshang said, preparing to leave.
"Hey! How can you be like this? Is this how you ask for a favor?" Luo Chenghui called out.
"What should I do then? Should I beg you?"
"Don't. Don't. I was just joking."
Luo Chenghui walked Ye Mingshang downstairs and watched him prepare to leave on foot, asking, "Why did you come all this way?"
"What else would I do?" Ye Mingshang retorted.
"At least buy a car. Don't tell me after all this time as a Taoist you still can't afford one."
"What do I need a car for? I don't need it; if I need to go somewhere, I can just take a taxi," Ye Mingshang scoffed.
"Come on, do you really have to be like that? Otherwise, I'll just give you one."
"Keep it for yourself, I'm leaving."
...
In just a few days, I will be able to go to that place I've been dreaming about. Although I appear calm on the surface, my heart is still very excited. I thought the thoughts that had been suppressed for over a decade would slowly fade away, but who would have thought that just when I was about to give up, the opportunity presented itself right before my eyes.
Ye Mingshang couldn't help but look up at the sky. The gray-blue sky, polluted by exhaust fumes, had a few drifting clouds. It seemed like a pair of eyes was watching him from a higher place, controlling everything.
"Is fate in control...?" Ye Mingshang murmured to himself.
Shaking his head, Ye Mingshang walked aimlessly, but his mind was still deep in thought. He desperately needed to learn everything about the Celestial Abode, but aside from that book, there was no other information available. He had read the contents of the book many times; aside from a small portion of useful information, most of it was filled with sentimental nonsense.
"I need to ask that professor in person..."
The author section of the book had no extra words, only the title "Professor," not even a surname, let alone a photo. There was no information to verify this person's existence; it seemed as if he appeared out of thin air. His understanding of this person was limited to snippets from the book. From the content within, he could infer that the professor was not young, at least in his fifties or sixties; beyond that, there was no way to determine gender.
"The situation changed too quickly just now; I actually forgot to ask for that professor's phone number... Never mind, I'll see him in two days. I can ask him then; there's no need to rush."
Just as he regained his senses, Ye Mingshang realized he had unconsciously walked onto the road, with cars whizzing by him.
"Whoa! What?!" A speeding sports car suddenly zoomed past him, and the driver slammed on the brakes, leaving a long black tire mark on the ground.
"Are you blind or what? Just wandering around on the road like it's nothing! If you want to die, I'll gladly send you a one-way ticket to heaven!" A young man shouted angrily from inside the car.
Ye Mingshang merely glanced back lightly before silently leaving, without apologizing or arguing with him. His mood was complicated, and he had no interest in entangling himself with others; he just hoped time would pass quickly so he could return to that place.
"Damn! What kind of person is that!" The driver cursed a few times when the other party ignored him and then left in disappointment.
Walking slowly along the roadside, he had no destination in mind, simply extending the direction of the road further and further. Perhaps at some point, his subconscious would lead him to a certain place. It could be the school, the park, or the café he often visited.
A man approached from the opposite direction, drawing surprised glances from those who saw him. In their eyes, this man was talking to himself as if conversing with someone, showing no signs of pretense. However, there was no one beside him, not even a dog. People assumed he was crazy and quickly lost interest after a glance.
Yet in Ye Mingshang's eyes, there was indeed someone in that empty space—no, it should be a ghost. It was a Male Ghost with pale skin and deep-set eyes, appearing somewhat bloated as if drowned. At that moment, he was constantly whispering something to the man that made him speak softly in response. The man seemed somewhat resistant, asking him not to say too much. He didn't really want to push him away but ended up pushing at nothing. However, he seemed enchanted and didn't realize anything was wrong, nor did he find it strange that he was talking to a ghost.
"Hey! Don't believe what he's saying; otherwise... you'll die," Ye Mingshang kindly reminded.
"You're the crazy one! You'll be the one to die!" The man cursed and then pushed against the air in frustration as he walked away. The Male Ghost stopped and made a threatening grimace at Ye Mingshang, saying, "Don't meddle!"
The Male Ghost followed the man as they left, and even from a distance, their conversation could still be heard.
"You lost your job, your wife is cheating on you, and your son isn't even yours. What's the point of living? You might as well die for relief," the Male Ghost seduced in a haunting voice.
"Don't talk to me about that; I'm looking for a job now. My wife has changed her ways; don't ruin my life," the man impatiently shoved at the Male Ghost and quickened his pace.
Watching the departing man and ghost and listening to their conversation, Ye Mingshang couldn't help but curl his lip.
"These little ghosts are really arrogant these days..."
Suddenly, an old blind man sitting by the roadside playing the Erhu sighed softly.
Ye Mingshang was somewhat surprised. "Can you recognize spirits, old sir?"
"I was a Yin Yang Master in my youth, but later... heh heh, let's not talk about it," the Yin Yang Master chuckled and shook his head.
"By the way, you young fellow can also perceive spirits. Could it be that you have the innate Yin-Yang Eye?" the old man asked.
Ye Mingshang nodded. "That's right, I have the Yin-Yang Eye, but I am also an Exorcist."
"Oh? You actually call yourself an Exorcist? It's not common to hear that nowadays," the old man remarked lightly.
"Heh heh, does the old sir look down on Exorcists?" Ye Mingshang asked with a smile.
Exorcists differ from traditional practitioners in that they do not adhere strictly to any sect. They involve themselves with Taoism, Buddhism, and even religions from Western countries, learning anything that may be beneficial to them. Whether it is Witchcraft or any Evil Arts, they are willing to study it. Although they still lean towards Taoism and take on the duty of subduing demons and vanquishing evil, they are often rejected by traditional clergy.
They are considered heretical; even some Taoists look down on Yin Yang Masters because they also learn Buddhist Seal techniques. However, Exorcists face even more exclusion. Many Exorcists not only perform exorcisms but also harm mortals, making them public enemies of the Taoist Sect. Many years ago, they were nearly eradicated, and now very few dare to call themselves Exorcists. Even those who truly are would claim to be Yin Yang Masters instead, fearing backlash and rejection that could even cost them their lives.
The old man shook his head. "What is the point of being entangled in those meaningless sects? In the past, I was once a radical too, but ever since I closed my eyes, many things have become clearer to me."
(To be continued.)
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