Chapter 462: Turning the Tables

"Boss Yang, this isn't right! This humble Daoist has never engaged in deceit."

When Yang Yu tried to have Daoist Master Kong Ming deceive Lin Feng, Kong Ming refused.

Yang Yu laughed and said, "Daoist Master, if we can achieve the goal without deceit, then you have no reason to refuse, right? A flat price of ten thousand!"

"Infinite Celestial Venerable! With Boss Yang's ten thousand, this humble Daoist can again do some beneficial deeds for the salvation of all beings."

Kong Ming said so, meaning he agreed.

After hanging up, Yang Yu's mouth twitched upward.

In this world, there is nothing that money cannot solve.

"Hehehe…"

After completing the transfer, Yang Yu smiled triumphantly.

Little Nineteen then carried a cup of tea and walked over.

It was handed to Yang Yu from beside.

Yang Yu, overjoyed to the point of forgetting himself, tried to raise his hand to give the chair's armrest a heavy slap.

Instead, he struck the tea cup.

The cup tipped over, hitting his belly, and the hot water he had just mixed streamed down.

A cry of pain came from Yang Yu's mouth.

Karma comes that quickly.

Yang Yu's injury was not reported to Yang Caiwei at home.

Yang Yu didn't even tell anyone except Little Nineteen.

After being taken to Ronald Hospital, he was required to be hospitalized.

Boiling water over eighty degrees Celsius is enough to scorch a layer of skin.

On the morning of the 11th, Lin Feng and Yang Caiwei arrived at Kong Ming Garden.

Two young junior Daoists had already been waiting at the gate.

Yang Caiwei had called yesterday to make an appointment.

The two junior Daoists escorted Lin Feng and Yang Caiwei into an antiquely styled room.

Daoist Master Kong Ming, clad in a Daoist robe, was seated cross‑legged at the table.

"Greetings, Daoist Master Kong Ming!"

Yang Caiwei smiled and greeted.

Kong Ming smiled, raised his hand and said, "Esteemed laypeople, please sit!"

Lin Feng and Yang Caiwei sat opposite Kong Ming, separated by a low table.

A junior Daoist brought over three cups of tea.

"Please have some tea!"

Kong Ming raised his hand again and said.

Lin Feng lifted his tea cup.

The tea was indeed fragrant.

"May I ask what the two of you seek from this humble Daoist?"

Kong Ming asked with a smile.

Lin Feng set down his cup without drinking, smiled, and said, "I would like Daoist Master to accompany me to Shuchuan to examine the feng shui of a burial plot."

Kong Ming was surprised.

What Yang Yu told him yesterday was that Lin Feng had been unlucky lately, so he came seeking a fortune‑teller to find a solution.

If that is truly the case, it is easy to handle.

Give Lin Feng a spiel, make him do some tasks, and vent Yang Yu's anger.

It not only placates Lin Feng but also extracts a large sum from him.

He claims he doesn't deceive, yet since he started this line of work, how many times hasn't he cheated?

He says that merely to avoid losing Yang Yu as a client.

Lin Feng's request is beyond the scope of Yang Yu's assigned business!

Then what should we do?

That would be ten thousand!

Looking at Lin Feng, his complexion rosy and radiant, one can tell he is not a person of bad luck.

In fact, Kong Ming was once a feng shui master, consulting on houses and burial grounds in the countryside; that is his specialty.

Later he changed his business strategy, moved up the ladder, and gradually succeeded.

Over time, Kong Ming began to think of himself as an enlightened sage.

Kong Ming's expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand and counted on his fingers.

After a long while, he said, "Mr. Lin, everything follows fate; some later‑formed causes and effects are hard to change."

Yang Caiwei heard this as if through clouds and fog.

"What does that mean?"

Lin Feng laughed, "Daoist Master Kong Ming, actually! I don't really believe in spirits, but a senior in my family does. If you just make the trip, regardless of the outcome, I'll give you one million. How about that?"

That one million is far more generous than Yang Yu's ten thousand.

Kong Ming pretended to hesitate, then nodded and said, "Very well! This humble Daoist will make the trip; consider it a merit‑building act."

Lin Feng stood up, "Then tomorrow morning we set out, what do you think?"

Kong Ming nodded.

Lin Feng turned around, about to leave, when Kong Ming stood up and said, "Mr. Lin, please wait!"

Saying this, he walked up to Lin Feng, sized him up, and said, "Mr. Lin, you should guard against villains lately! If anyone asks you, just say you've been unlucky lately, and you'll get through this trouble."

Lin Feng nodded, "Thank you for the reminder, Daoist."

"Remember, remember!"

Kong Ming reminded him again.

When leaving, Lin Feng wrote Kong Ming a check for one million.

"Senior Brother, I think this old Daoist is a swindler."

After leaving Kong Ming Garden and getting in the car, Yang Caiwei said.

Lin Feng said, "It's just to give Yanru's mother peace of mind; whether it's a deception or not, as long as we put on a show, that's fine."

Saying that, Lin Feng started the car.

"Senior Brother..."

As the car drove, Yang Caiwei suddenly called out.

"Hmm?"

Lin Feng turned his head to glance at Yang Caiwei.

"I, I don't want anything, any sense of ceremony..."

After saying that, Yang Caiwei lowered her head.

"This... Caiwei..."

Just as Lin Feng spoke, Yang Caiwei said, "If you don't agree, I'll really be angry."

"Okay! I agree!"

Lin Feng quickly nodded.

Yang Caiwei pointed to a patch of woods ahead and said, "There are few people here; let's go there."

Lin Feng turned the steering wheel, veering toward the tree by the roadside.

Fortunately, a sudden brake stopped the car.

This place really sees few visitors.

Lin Feng stared at Yang Caiwei for several minutes, with no cars passing on the road.

"Senior Brother..."

Yang Caiwei lowered her head and softly called out.

Afterwards, the two said nothing more and began the actual practice.

Several minutes later, the phone rang.

Yang Caiwei gritted her teeth, picked up the phone, and saw it was her birth mother calling.

"My mom!"

Yang Caiwei said.

Lin Feng nodded.

Only then did Yang Caiwei answer the phone.

"Ah! My dad got injured again!"

Yang Caiwei suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

After answering the call, the atmosphere was gone.

"I'll go with you to the hospital to see your dad!" Lin Feng said with a bitter smile.

"Mm-hmm!"

Yang Caiwei nodded.

Lin Feng gathered his things, got out of the back seat, and sat in the driver's seat.

Yang Caiwei also sat in the front passenger seat.

Half an hour later, Lin Feng and Yang Caiwei walked into the hospital and arrived at Yang Yu's ward.

Yang Yu's injury wasn't serious.

Originally intending to keep it hidden, but it ended up being discovered.

Too damn embarrassing.

Upon seeing Lin Feng, Yang Yu's embarrassment disappeared, replaced by some fear.

It's because of Lin Feng that he feels pleased.

Because he's pleased, he ends up burning himself.

This guy really keeps himself in check.

Could it be that Daoist Kong Ming said something he shouldn't have, and this guy came looking for trouble?

But soon, Yang Yu realized something was off.

He saw large bloodstains on Lin Feng's white shirt beneath his suit.

"You, you're injured?"

Before Lin Feng could speak, Yang Yu already asked.

Lin Feng lowered his head to look, and felt embarrassed.

This blood isn't his own.

He hurriedly explained: "Leaving Kong Ming Garden, I accidentally fell and a tree branch scratched me."

Yang Yu's mouth corner twitched.

Daoist Kong Ming is truly amazing! Worth ten thousand flowers!

Even though I was unlucky, I still gave Lin Feng a slight wound.

Finally I turned the tables in this little bout, haha!