Chapter 28: The Great Hong Kong Bamboozler

"You... listen to me!" Mei Yanfang struggled to support her body, gritting her teeth as she looked at the three closest relatives who were now like strangers to her.

"This is my benefactor who saved my life. Today, I am naming him my younger brother. If you continue to speak without restraint, I won't give you another cent!"

Qin Meijin’s eyes lit up; so it was a little immortal standing before her. She shifted from arrogant to fawning: "Master, hello. I am A-Mei’s mother. When it’s convenient, please calculate my fortune and give me some pointers as well."

Calculate your mother, this old turtle lives to be 100 in the future and still hasn't died...

Mei Yanfang’s eldest brother, Mei Qiming, looked at the excessively young Lu Kuan and didn't quite believe it: "Did you ask our family before acknowledging him as a younger brother? We don't agree!"

Mei Deming caught his eye and also began to clamor: "Right! You don't get to decide this on your own!"

He then caught sight of the bank card on the dining table and lunged forward to grab it.

"Eating inside and out! You don't know how to show filial piety to your eldest brother and second brother, nor to your mother, but you give benefits to an outsider first!"

With one more person to split the property, never mind that you're some little immortal, even the Jade Emperor himself wouldn't be allowed!

Qin Meijin remembered this point only after her son’s reminder. Her wrinkled old face stiffened again, and she quietly put some distance between herself and Lu Kuan.

Watching Mei Yanfang in such pain that she couldn't speak, Lu Kuan could now confirm that her early death was destined to be related to her tragic family.

This vicious and greedy mother and her two sons were like a mountain pressing down on her, making it impossible for her to breathe, leaving her without a shred of comfort or love after contracting cancer, and filling her with the will to die.

"Oh no!"

The young Daoist priest clapped his hands sharply, using a Grotowski-style collective breath to let out an exclamation.

Not only the beastly mother and two sons before him, but even Mei Yanfang and her agent Wang Minhui on their chairs were startled.

Mei Deming clamored: "If you have something to say, say it. What are you making a scene for?"

Lu Kuan circled him and Mei Qiming twice, then pretended to carefully examine Qin Meijin’s physiognomy, shaking his head repeatedly.

He turned his back to the three of them and quietly winked at Mei Yanfang and Wang Minhui.

"Sister Mei, I cannot accept this money. The physiognomy and Eight Characters of your family are too ominous. I just cast five hexagrams, and all are difficult to resolve."

Having said that, he picked up the phone on the table and prepared to leave: "You had better seek someone more capable!"

"Wait!" Qin Meijin reached out to stop him, trembling as she said: "Speak clearly. I know you saw that A-Mei is ill. Those who have left the secular world are all compassionate; wouldn't you be breaking your own rules by not speaking clearly?"

"I am a Daoist priest, not a monk. I don't go in for that. Old lady, you are on your own!"

"No!"

Qin Meijin felt a jolt in her heart and grabbed his arm tightly, refusing to let go.

Wang Minhui was sharp and played along: "Mr. Lu, they are all Sister Mei’s family. For Sister Mei’s sake, please give them some pointers."

"This..." Lu Kuan knitted his brows together, looking left and right in a dilemma, sighing, yet still saying nothing.

Qin Meijin snatched the bank card from her son’s hand and, judging others by herself, said: "Master Lu, I don't know how much money is in this card, but today you must give us some guidance. Consider it the remuneration A-Mei is giving you on behalf of our family."

After saying this, she just gripped it tightly, clearly intending to hold it for ransom, waiting to see if the little immortal’s ability lived up to his reputation.

"Very well, I will speak my piece. Whether you believe it or not is up to you."

Boss Lu went offline, little immortal went online.

"Sister Mei was born on October 10, 1963. Her Eight Characters are Gui, Ren, Bing, Geng; Mao, Xu, Xu, Yin. With a Bing-Xu day pillar, I deduce the hour to be Geng-Yin."

"Because the Xu-earth hides Ding-fire which overcomes Xin-metal, the Sheep Blade has damaged the Wealth Star. Wealth is the source of life; the Wealth Star represents the body's nutrition. With the Wealth Star and Sheep Blade damaged, it means the body's nutrition is damaged, turning instead to nourish cancer cells!"

The crowd listened, stunned. Qin Meijin narrowed her small eyes: "What you're talking about is still A-Mei. What does that have to do with us?"

"Just now I heard her mention that your daughter also passed away from cancer in 2000. It is not only related to you, but has inextricable ties to the two Mr. Meis as well!"

"Pathologically speaking, this is your family’s hereditary trait. From the Eight Characters, Xu-earth governs heredity; you all have the risk of falling ill!"

"Bullshit!" "Impossible!"

The only one who didn't clamor was Qin Meijin. Petty people cherish their lives; she was already so frightened she couldn't stand steady, almost collapsing into her eldest son’s arms.

"You don't believe me? Mei Deming, do you sometimes have a hoarse voice, a swollen and painful throat, or a sensation of a foreign object in your throat?"

"Mei Qiming, do you often have diarrhea, abdominal pain, constipation with pus and blood, or other related symptoms?"

Qin Meijin cursed in anger: "Nonsense! My sons are all in perfect health..."

Turning her face, she saw her two sons’ faces deathly pale, looking at Lu Kuan in extreme terror. Mei Deming’s throat seemed to be blocked by something, leaving him stammering and unable to make a sound.

Lu Kuan chuckled inwardly. All four of Mei Yanfang’s siblings contracted cancer. Besides the two sisters, the second brother Mei Deming was later diagnosed with throat cancer and passed away, while the eldest brother Mei Qiming got colorectal cancer and lived the longest.

At this time, they should already have had more or less related symptoms. Even if they were very common symptoms, under Lu Kuan’s alarmist talk, they hung over their hearts like an iron curtain.

The "devils" hadn't taken the bait yet, but Mei Yanfang was the first to get anxious.

"Little Lu, is there a way to help them? Please save my eldest and second brothers!"

Blood is thicker than water. No matter how much Mei Yanfang loathed her family of origin, she couldn't watch her closest relatives die.

Qin Meijin rushed up again to grab his arm and wail. She hadn't shown such grief when Mei Yanfang was ill, yet she was showing true emotion for these two pieces of trash.

Lu Kuan’s mind raced. How could he shift the conflict, keep these three capitalist giant babies firmly under control, and stop them from causing trouble for Mei Yanfang...

"There are two methods. You choose for yourselves: one is expensive, one is cheap."

"The cheap one!" "Of course the cheap one!"

"The cheap one, is it? Very well. Ms. Qin, please stand still."

Lu Kuan looked with some disgust at his sleeve, stained by her tears and snot, and said word by word: "There is a secret Daoist technique called 'Planting the Life Foundation,' which can shift a person’s Feng Shui fortune."

"Have you never wondered why the four of you siblings have such difficult lives, each contracting a serious illness?"

"According to my calculations, Ms. Qin will live past one hundred, but if there is no external intervention, none of you four siblings will live past fifty."

"This time, I happened to run into Sister Mei in Wuxi. I couldn't bear to see such beauty destroyed by heaven, so I made an exception to intervene. But you all won't be so lucky."

"To extend your lives and change your fortune, you must have your closest relatives sacrifice a little. Only by using 'Planting the Life Foundation' combined with secret Feng Shui techniques to continue life, increase longevity, and resolve the baleful energy can this be dispelled."

After Lu Kuan finished speaking, he crossed his arms and said no more, coldly signaling for the mother and two sons to make a decision.

"What are you two looking at me for?" Qin Meijin’s sobbing stopped abruptly, and she glared viciously at her two "good" sons.

(End of chapter)