Having said this, he looked at Jing Moye with sympathy. "You will be plagued by all sorts of accidents. You'll choke to death while eating, drown while drinking water, fall to your death while walking…"
"Shut up!" Jing Moye said coldly.
The Abbot sighed. "I know you don't like hearing this, but it is the truth."
"Though a person's Mingge is determined by heaven, it can still be stolen by others."
"When a person no longer has any Yunshi, all sorts of bad luck will follow one after another."
"When that time comes, there won't even be a need for others to act; you will simply die a mysterious death on your own."
"Therefore, the priority is to find a Xuanmen expert to resolve this situation."
At this point, he added mischievously, "But ever since Xuanmen was besieged ten years ago, its members have all died. Where are you going to find such an expert?"
"In my opinion, you might as well just go and sleep with that fiancée of yours. That way, you can at least leave a bloodline behind in this world… Help!"
After kicking the Abbot flying, Jing Moye slowly walked out of the meditation room, his eyes tinged with a weary, world-hating gloom.
All of the capital knew his life would not be long, and everyone thought he had a serious illness. In reality, his vitality and Qiyun were being drained by an evil Zhoushu.
If the Abbot had not found ways to perform Dangsha for him over the last few years, he would likely be dead already.
The reason he had come to this Buddhist temple today was simply because it was time for his once-every-ten-days Quxie session.
He also hadn't expected to encounter his so-called fiancée.
Recalling Feng Shuying's inconsistent words and behavior in the room, and then thinking of how her eyes darted about when she lied, he cursed softly, "Little liar!"
Feng Shuying had already left the temple and was on her way back to the Lin Fu, unable to stop herself from letting out a loud sneeze.
She rubbed her nose and continued to ache over her bag of money.
However, after mourning the money, she felt somewhat relieved. Regardless of the cost, she hadn't been run through by Jing Moye's sword today; at least she had managed to cling to life.
Now she had to think about what to do next to stay alive longer—ideally, to live a long and healthy life.
First of all, she would avoid offending Jing Moye, the biggest villainous boss in the story, whenever possible.
She deeply regretted it now. She shouldn't have refused to read the book just because the plot was too "dog-blood"…
Dogs make for a healthier life.
If she had read a bit more and knew the detailed plot progression, she wouldn't be in such a passive position.
Now, she could only recall the plot points her cousin had once told her, feeling as though the road ahead was shrouded in mist.
She glanced at the two pearls in her hand, thought about what she would face upon returning to Lin Fu, and simply went to a blacksmith's shop to buy a knife.
After buying the knife, she passed a general store and conveniently bought a pile of items like hemp rope and lime.
Following the original host's memories, she walked to the gates of Lin Fu and sneered at the gold-plated characters of the residence's name.
She reached out and formed a Yin, lightly brushing it over her eyes. When she opened them again, she could see things that normal people could not.
For instance, a faint Ziqi hovered over Lin Fu. This was a classic sign of prestige:
It indicated that the master living here had a harmonious family, everything went smoothly, and he would even gain promotions and wealth.
Yet the root that supported Lin Fu’s prosperity was nothing more than the massive family fortune Feng Shuying had brought from the Feng household and the connections her father had left for her.
In just seven short years, the originally obscure Master Lin had risen from a sixth-rank official to his current position as the Vice Minister of Revenue, a rank of the subordinate third grade.
And during those seven years, the attitude of everyone in Lin Fu toward Feng Shuying had changed drastically.
Once they had obtained everything they wanted, she had fallen from being an honored guest to a pitiable girl living in a grass shack, eating pickled vegetables and steamed buns.
They allowed the servants of the household to bully her and had tried to kill her several times to fully seize what her parents had left her.
Back when the court was selecting a consort for Chu Wang, no ministers were willing to marry their daughters to him because his previous several fiancées had all died tragic, bizarre deaths. Master Lin had pushed her forward.
The original host had a gentle and cowardly nature, powerless to resist. Upon learning of the matter, she had been thrown into a panic.
To save her life, she had clung to Chen Yansheng, that so-called life-saving straw…
Feng Shuying took a deep breath. Since she had taken the original host's place in this world, she would take back everything that belonged to her!
Since she was taking back what was hers, she would naturally also take the Qiyun that Lin Fu had gained by sucking her blood like parasites.
She picked up a branch and drew a Zhenfa at the entrance of Lin Fu.
As soon as the Zhenfa was completed, a wave of ghostly chill rippled at the gates. She saw a Lingti huddled in the shadows of the porch and quirked an eyebrow slightly.
Seeing her at the gate, the doorman said coldly, "What is the young miss scribbling with that branch? Is this a place where you can just hang around?"
"The Master and Madam have been waiting for you in the house for a long time. Hurry up and go pay your respects!"
She ignored the doorman, but heard his contemptuous voice behind her: "I've never seen anyone so shameless."
"Living in a relative's house, a mere dependent, yet still acting like a young mistress who doesn't lift a finger. Ptu!"
Feng Shuying's eyes narrowed slightly. She didn't bother arguing with the snobbish doorman and walked straight inside.
She saw the servants and maids whispering to each other: "I heard she made an appointment to elope yesterday, and even slept with another man before running off."
"To do such a thing and still dare to come back, how truly shameless!"
"She's just an orphaned girl with nothing. Being able to marry Chu Wang is a blessing she earned in her past life, yet she actually dared to flee the wedding and elope!"
"Someone like her will only dirty Lin Fu by coming back. She should have just died outside!"
Feng Shuying's eyes grew cold as she heard these words.
With just a casual flip through her mind, she could find a mountain of memories involving this kind of coercion, cursing, and hints for the original host to kill herself.
Everyone in Lin Fu had bombarded the original host with intense negative emotions, wanting to literally drive her to death.
Anyone with a weaker psychological constitution would have been driven mad by this. The fact that the original host had only been a bit depressed was already quite impressive.
That the servants dared to treat her this way was, in the end, orchestrated by the masters above.
She knew that the original host's elopement with Chen Yansheng was a deliberate scheme by Lin Wanting, aimed at ruining her reputation.
As long as she ran off with Chen Yansheng, Lin Fu could cut ties with her, claim all her property as their own, and avoid offending Chu Wang.
After transmigrating, she hadn't followed the path Lin Wanting had set, yet Lin Wanting was still spreading rumors in the household, trying to drive her to suicide.
The corners of Feng Shuying's lips curled slightly. Who would end up killing whom was not yet certain!
As she walked toward the main house, she used her stick to draw here and there throughout Lin Fu.
The originally peaceful atmosphere of the buildings began to give off a faint, ghostly chill in various spots.
By the time Feng Shuying reached the main house, the aura of the entire Lin Fu had already changed.
She glanced at the extremely spacious and exquisite main house, raised an eyebrow, and strode inside.
But just as she entered, she heard someone shout sternly, "Kneel!"