Chapter 37: Fortune-telling!

A few hours later.

Tang Luo wearily stood in front of his own door, entered the password, opened the door, and walked in.

Two months had passed in the real world.

Many years had passed for Tang Luo.

He returned to his home once again.

Fortunately, this house belonged to Tang Luo himself, not a rental.

Otherwise, his belongings would probably be gone.

No one had lived there for two months.

Tang Luo's departure had been very sudden, and all the windows were left open.

The interior wasn't clean; dust had accumulated in many places, and there were traces of rainwater that had poured in.

He found the phone on the sofa that had shut off due to no power, and charged it.

Tang Luo entered the bathroom and turned on the faucet.

He let the water run for a while, allowing the somewhat cloudy water to clear, then began washing up.

Fifteen minutes later.

Tang Luo looked at the mirror and reached up to touch his head.

In fact, a layer of short hair had grown there, but upon closer look, it wasn't black.

It was white hair.

An outward sign of injury.

Tang Luo wrapped himself in a towel, stepped out of the bathroom, and turned on his phone.

There weren't many missed calls, but a bunch of text messages popped up.

The texts were all kinds of notifications.

The bank's monthly two-yuan information fee, the telecom operator's five-yuan phone fee collection, and a bunch of miscellaneous ads.

There were no texts from normal people.

Among the missed calls, there were spam ads and also a few from friends.

Before the transmigration, Tang Luo was a freelancer plus a landlord—well, the latter was actually the main thing.

He didn't have to worry about work.

His family was somewhat complicated.

His father had died when Tang Luo was three or four years old.

Tang Luo basically had no memory of him.

His mother also remarried when Tang Luo was young.

Their relationship wasn't even that of close acquaintances; they might not see each other for years.

Of course, Tang Luo felt no resentment toward her.

After all, she had given him a house and a shop with a decent status in this city.

The life of a landlord was too good.

Tang Luo had heard some melodramatic stories about his parents.

A somewhat wealthy family's dim-witted high school girl 'fell in love' with a petty thug.

That thug's style—refer to the movie version of Hot Blood High School's Takiguchi Genji.

You can imagine the same, the destructive power on a rebellious female high school student.

However, life and movies are completely different dimensions.

Premarital pregnancy and brainless elopement ended in a rather tragic outcome.

After coming to her senses, it became a black history she wished to delete.

Tang Luo was the most important 'evidence' in that black history, a product of the hated house and crow.

Fortunately, although the daughter in the family was brainlessly rebellious and broke her parents' hearts,

but in business she was as if aided by the gods, rising smoothly.

Many things can be solved with money.

So Tang Luo was basically raised by various nannies as a child.

His grandmother would occasionally come to visit.

The year he graduated high school and went to university.

That side directly cut ties with Tang Luo.

She gave him a house and a shop.

Now, Tang Luo hasn't been in contact with that side for almost six years.

Oh, he sent a message during New Year.

He didn't know if it was a mass message; Tang Luo replied 'Happy New Year' and then went back to gaming.

It sounds pretty grim.

But in reality, it's a free life that many people can't even envy.

The shop's rent, as long as Tang Luo doesn't spend lavishly, even if he's a bit extravagant, is more than enough.

If it weren't for the heavenly thunderbolt transmigration, Tang Luo thought he could live carefree for a lifetime.

You can't expect a twenty-something youth to consider old age.

"I went out and had a blast for a while, hiked, purified my mind, became a Buddha instantly. Now I'm back home—what's up?"

He opened the chat app and replied to a few friends who had called him.

His several friends were his roommates in college.

They got along well, but they weren't in the same city.

They usually just chatted occasionally and rarely met in person.

His high school friends were similar; none were in the same city.

They occasionally chatted online.

He put down his phone to keep charging, took the ominous thing out, and placed it on the bookshelf.

He made it look like a toy gun, a decoration.

Next, Tang Luo took off the Merit Jade Lotus and lightly tossed it upward.

The Merit Jade Lotus hovered in mid‑air, light radiating from it and spreading in all directions.

He cleaned up one side of the whole house.

It became spotless.

Well, using Merit Power to clean the house—only Tang Luo could pull that off.

Speaking of which, the Merit Jade Lotus can be freely carried into and out of mission worlds—is it considered equipment by default?

He turned on the computer and went online.

It's not that Tang Luo is an internet‑addicted teen who goes online as soon as he gets back.

Rather, he needed to buy some things.

His original clothes and pants were a bit small compared to Tang Luo after returning from his time‑travel.

They needed to be changed.

More importantly, Tang Luo needed an outfit suitable for playing the Gods and Demons game.

As a Victorious Fighting Buddha, an enlightened high monk (Buddha).

Of course, he needed his own "set" to do that.

People rely on clothing, Buddhas rely on golden attire.

Without a doubt, Tang Luo needed a set of golden attire.

That kind of attire needs no introduction—one look and everyone knows it's the garb of an enlightened high monk.

A khaki‑colored haiqing robe is definitely out.

A moon‑white monk's robe could be considered.

Whether it conforms to regulations or not, Tang Luo couldn't care less.

As a Victorious Fighting Buddha, he wears whatever he wants.

At their level, they certainly aren't bound by external things.

Whether it's the Tathagata or Guanyin, they all keep their hair.

Nor have they seen precept‑observing monks cause them trouble.

He spent about an hour buying everyday clothes.

For the Gods and Demons game set, Tang Luo thought it over and wisely chose a cosplay outfit.

Even a normal monk's robe, no matter how flashy or cool, can't compare to this kind of cosplay outfit.

He browsed monks and daoist characters from various anime, games, and film/TV dramas, looking for suitable clothing.

Why even look at daoist outfits?

Because it's not reality—those monk and daoist robes that develop toward being handsome and flashy.

Aside from the obvious features, there's actually not much difference.

He spent over an hour picking and choosing.

Tang Luo picked out quite a few clothes, including character designs from the Thunderbolt Puppet Show.

He noted down everything he liked—One Step Lotus, Near Divine One Page Book, Elegant Monk Buddha Prince, and so on.

There was also a monk's outfit from the large‑scale online friendship PY online game 3.

He also went to Duoshou Mao to find a shop that does professional custom work.

He placed the order, submitted the data, made his requests, and had all the overly flashy parts that hindered movement changed for visual effect.

It took two or three hours.

Only then was the "outfit purchase" considered complete.

"If only I had been wearing the brocade kasaya back then," Tang Luo thought to himself.

The brocade kasaya, which is impervious to water and fire, unstained by dust, and can change its appearance, is truly the ultimate outfit for home, travel, subduing demons and exorcising evil.

Having settled the "outfit," Tang Luo picked up his phone to check.

Several friends replied one after another.

There was nothing much—just idle chatter with no response, so he made a phone call.

On the other hand, one of them told Tang Luo that he had recently encountered a supernatural incident.

If it had been before, Tang Luo would surely have teased him with 'you're hallucinating from too much fapping.'

But now…

He immediately replied to Zhang Yuchou: "Supernatural incident—tell me about it."

The other party didn't respond right away.

Tang Luo wasn't in a hurry either; he put on a relatively loose pajama that still fit him now and lay down on the soft bed.

He closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Five days later.

Tang Luo appeared at the Xihang City train station.

"I'm here." He made a phone call, and ten or so minutes later he met his friend Zhang Yuchou.

"You?"

Upon seeing each other, they were both somewhat surprised.

Surprised by the other's change.

Tang Luo didn't need to say more.

Zhang Yuchou before him had sunken cheeks and sported a pair of dark circles.

It gave the feeling of not having slept for three days and three nights, being tied to the bed and squeezed, as if one would collapse at any second.

"Are you sick?" Tang Luo asked, looking at Zhang Yuchou.

"Much worse than being sick."

Zhang Yuchou sighed, "What's going on with you?"

They were college roommates.

After graduation, Zhang Yuchou went to Xihang City to find a job.

Tang Luo, on the other hand, went to become a landlord.

A year ago, the four friends gathered once, and they haven't seen each other since.

"After arduous training, I grew taller, though my hair turned white." Tang Luo said.

"At nearly thirty, you can still grow taller? But you're more than just taller." Zhang Yuchou said, "Good thing you didn't go bald."

Tang Luo touched the white short hair on his head, smiling without speaking.

He indeed became stronger, and also went bald.

But now it has grown back again, and he doesn't intend to walk around with a shaved head in daily life, so he started growing his hair again.

His hair follicles haven't died.

As for the white-haired, floating monk in the demon god game, his aura is no less than that of a big bald monk.

And he won't be called a baldy.

And so it was happily decided.

"And you, what exactly happened?" Tang Luo asked.

A few days ago, Zhang Yuchou said he had encountered some supernatural event.

Later Tang Luo contacted him, but they didn't clarify it on the phone.

As a wealthy landlord, he naturally goes wherever he wants.

Tang Luo thus came to Xihang City.

He moved Zhang Yuchou so much that he came straight to pick him up.

"Let's talk as we walk."

Zhang Yuchou sighed and said.

That's what he said.

But Xihang City, as an eastern coastal part of China and a prosperous city in an economically developed province, always has crowds on public transport.

The time was still near the rush hour after work, with people packed together.

Naturally, there was no time to talk.

Arriving at Zhang Yuchou's shabby little dwelling, he flopped onto the bed, looking like he was about to die.

Tang Luo was no exception; he pulled over a chair, sat down, took off his shoes, propped them on the bed, and asked, "Aren't you working today?"

Returning to his former self was also quite comfortable.

"I'm not working anymore." Zhang Yuchou sat up.

"Huh?" Tang Luo asked, "Are you planning to quit and go home?"

In terms of cost of living, Xihang ranks among the highest in the country.

Without a job, one must either quickly find a new one or go home.

Otherwise, one would likely starve to death on the streets.

However, Zhang Yuchou's family home was demolished when he had just graduated.

After the division of money, the newly bought property was again a pre-sale unit, and it will be another year or two before they can move in; his parents and relatives are still renting.

If Zhang Yuchou went back, he'd likely end up homeless as well.

"I've quit, but I don't plan to go home now." Zhang Yuchou said, "The lease isn't up yet, and there's the 4000 deposit!"

"For someone like you, a second-generation demolition beneficiary, is 4000 yuan even money?" Tang Luo said.

"Of course it's not money, it's fate! Fate!"

For an ordinary college graduate who has been renting and working alone for just over a year.

4000 yuan, of course, is not their money but their life.