Chapter 431: There Is a Problem Here

Chen Yu tapped her a few times, and the girl let out a soft cry, slowly waking up.

"How is it? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Chen Yu pulled her arm up.

"I, I'm dizzy," the girl said weakly.

"It's fine, just rest for a bit," Chen Yu said, grabbing her arm and moving it gently; with a *crack*, he set her broken bone.

"Don't exert force for three days, rest for a few days," Chen Yu took out gauze and put her arm in a sling.

"Xiao Jing, what happened to you? If you have any trouble or difficulties, you can tell me; I can solve them for you," Zhou Qiming ran over.

"I'm sorry, President Zhou, I, I'm fine. I don't even know why I jumped down just now," Xiao Jing said, crying.

"Alright, go to the hospital. As long as you're okay, that's what matters," Zhou Qiming said.

"Chen Yu, there is definitely something wrong here, we must figure out the cause," Yan Roujin furrowed her brows: "The upcoming production volume will be very large; if it stays like this, there is no way to produce anything."

"Yes, yes, I have been worrying about this these past few days too," Zhou Qiming said anxiously.

"President Zhou, a Taoist has come outside, saying our place is haunted and he can solve it," just then, an employee ran over.

"Quick, invite him in," Zhou Qiming was at his wit's end, and just as someone like this arrived, he slapped his thigh.

Soon, a Taoist walked in. This Taoist's outfit looked quite professional; he carried a Pine Pattern Ancient Sword on his back, held a Whisk in his hand, and his hair was pinned up, giving him quite the appearance of an Immortal with a refined air.

"Please sit, Daoist. You have come at such a timely moment; our company is currently having trouble," Zhou Qiming was truly desperate and grasping at straws.

"Hmm, this poor Daoist's dharma name is Wangchen. I calculated with my fingers that your company is currently facing a great calamity," the Taoist sat there putting on a show.

Chen Yu and Yan Roujin exchanged a glance. Yan Roujin looked at Chen Yu with an inquiring expression, meaning: does this guy have real skills?

Chen Yu shook his head at her. Although this Wangchen looked the part, he could tell at a glance that this fellow was all talk and no substance. Besides, the real enlightened masters were currently living in seclusion in the mountains and rarely came out to walk about.

This guy was no different from those con artists, the only difference being that he might have a little bit of ability, but solving the problem here would likely be difficult.

"A great calamity? What kind of great calamity, Daoist?" Zhou Qiming was startled and immediately became afraid.

"Have the people in your company been getting sick often lately? And are negative emotions brewing? Do they argue and fight at the drop of a hat, and jump off buildings at the slightest disagreement?" The Taoist glanced at Zhou Qiming.

"Yes, yes, Daoist, you are absolutely right. Our company is currently facing exactly these problems," Zhou Qiming slapped his thigh, immediately revering this Taoist as a master.

After all, he had stated the very problems he was currently facing; if he wasn't a master, then what was he?

"You have offended the Grand Duke of the Year, and the Feng Shui inside the company is no good. Your Feng Shui layout is a 'Soul Summoning Evil', which easily attracts wandering ghosts and spirits," the Taoist smiled.

"Daoist, you mean... I have attracted something unclean here?" Zhou Qiming's face turned pale.

This fellow Wangchen had a lot of drama; he performed the image of a master to the fullest, and he knew how to put on airs and understood how to manipulate people's psychology, scaring Zhou Qiming with just a few words.

"That's right, you'd better pray for your own good," Wangchen said, shaking his head helplessly, looking as if he were saying you were doomed.

"D-Daoist, since you have come, it is fate. You must help me," Zhou Qiming was so scared his face was pale, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

"Hmm, as a renunciant, naturally, upholding justice is the priority," Wangchen chuckled: "Besides, my name, Wangchen, is famous in all directions; surely you haven't heard of it?"

"Could it be that you are that master from Sanxian Mountain?" Zhou Qiming was startled, his attitude immediately becoming even more respectful: "So it is Master Wangchen from Sanxian Mountain. I was disrespectful just now. Daoist, my situation... how can it be solved?"

"Solving it is not difficult. I will give you a Taoist Talisman to stick in your office, and all problems will be solved easily. However, this Talisman..." Wangchen paused intentionally here.

"I know, I understand. Inviting a Talisman home is equivalent to inviting peace home. Daoist, tell me how much money, and I will pay it," Zhou Qiming immediately understood what the Taoist meant.

"Hehe, it's not expensive, one million per sheet," Wangchen said, taking a Talisman out of his bag. This Talisman was actually a common handicraft found in tourist spots, and he placed it on the table.

"This Talisman has been consecrated by the Supreme Moral True Lord to ensure safety, drive away evil, and protect the residence."

"One million to ensure safety, that's not expensive. Daoist, please wait a moment, I will go get you a check now," Zhou Qiming did not doubt him at all.

"President Zhou, wait a moment," Chen Yu stopped Zhou Qiming in time.

"Does President Chen have something else?" Zhou Qiming asked.

"I understand your desire to solve the problem, but you cannot be desperate and grasp at straws. Not to mention whether this Talisman is expensive or not, the key is that after spending the money, the problem must be solved," Chen Yu said: "What if you spend a huge sum of one million, and in the end, the problem is still not solved?"

"That won't happen, President Chen. This is Mr. Wangchen, a very famous Daoist in the circle. Many powerful and wealthy people have offered heavy gold to invite him out of the mountains, but he wouldn't come. It is fate that I met him today," Zhou Qiming did not doubt Wangchen at all.

"Is that so? Daoist Wangchen of Sanxian Mountain? How come I haven't heard of him?" Chen Yu smiled.

"That is because you are ignorant and ill-informed," Wangchen still had his nose in the air.

"I travel in all directions and make my home everywhere. I arrived here by accident today and discovered that the evil energy here is soaring to the heavens, so I am gifting a Talisman to help him solve the problem. If my Talisman were placed in a wealthy family, it would start at ten million."

"Hmm, starting at ten million?" Chen Yu picked up the Talisman and smiled slightly: "It seems the Daoist has some methods. Regardless of whether you have real talent or not, being able to trick those powerful and wealthy people into willingly taking out their money, that is a skill."

"But I would like to ask the Daoist, what exactly is the problem at Feifan Factory? Does it require spending one million to solve?"

"The Feng Shui is a Soul Wraith formation, attracting petty people and inviting evil spirits," Wangchen held his head high: "The problems I just mentioned exist, right? This is because this Soul Wraith formation attracted something unclean, which is what affected the emotions of the factory employees."

"If you put it that way, it makes sense. Indeed, the Feng Shui energy here is problematic, but I don't think it's a Feng Shui issue," Chen Yu laughed: "I also know some Feng Shui Metaphysics and am currently investigating the problem. Daoist, you are impressive; you knew where the problem was as soon as you appeared?"

"So you are a peer?" Wangchen looked at Chen Yu with surprise. Seeing that Chen Yu was young and dressed in ordinary clothes, he sneered and said: "Young man, don't think that just because you've flipped through a few books on Feng Shui Metaphysics, you really know everything."

"The various arts of the Taoist school are profound and vast. Without decades of research and cultivation, it is simply impossible to master them. Although I dare not say I am fully versed in Yin and Yang after cultivating for so many years, at least I can see things that you cannot."

Wangchen became more and more excited as he spoke: "For example, there are heavy black shadows inside the factory right now. This is definitely a big problem; it's just that your cultivation is shallow and you can't see it."

"How careless of me. So the Daoist possesses Yin Yang Eyes and can see things that ordinary people cannot," Chen Yu only then noticed that Wangchen's pupils were slightly yellow; this was a characteristic of Yin-Yang Eyes.

If one were to say this guy had no ability, he wasn't completely useless; at least he knew a little bit. But charging one million for this piece of trash Talisman was a scam.

"Of course, I can see things you cannot," Wangchen said triumphantly: "This little benefactor, there are several people standing beside you, you can't see them, right?"

Wangchen's words made Yan Roujin and Zhou Qiming's hair stand on end. There was no one beside Chen Yu, but the way Wangchen spoke so convincingly made people feel a bit horrified.

"Is that so? Then there are also people beside the Daoist. Do you see them?" Chen Yu smiled.

"Beside me?" Wangchen was drinking tea with a cup in his hand. He glanced at his side inadvertently. Upon looking, he spat out a mouthful of water immediately.

He stood up abruptly, trembling as he looked at his left side.

He saw a semi-transparent figure standing to his left. This person was dressed in Republic of China-era clothing, with a pale face and dark circles under their eyes.

This was A Fu. He looked at Wangchen with an indifferent expression, then said expressionlessly: "You can see me?"