Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 216 007. Abbot Long Yi
With Jin Ziyue's help, San Shui Lin Xin opened the car door and carefully got out.

Fu Xun casually locked the car by the roadside and looked up at the small temple called "Fuling Temple".

It retains the most original "God-made" style, with slightly raised steps, white wooden slats inlaid in the walls, arranged neatly, and the roof looks like a bird's beak. The gray-brown bricks and tiles exude a rustic atmosphere.

A wooden pillar stands upright in the courtyard, with two stone pillars on either side. The openwork carvings still retain traces of smoke and fire, seemingly telling the story of past glories.

Ironically, a minivan was parked by the well in the courtyard, seemingly confirming what Sanshui Linxin said: the abbot's side job is being a driver.

Fu Xun couldn't help but complain in his heart, "Are there so few worshippers in the mountains that people have to take on side jobs to supplement their income?"

The temple was small, and the lights were already on in a corner cubicle.

Sanshui ran over and stepped onto the wooden steps, making a thumping sound.

"Uncle Long Yi!" The girl patted the door of the main hall and said, "Uncle Long Yi, open the door, I am from the Sanshui family."

“The abbot’s name is Long Yi,” Fu Xun said, glancing at Jin Ziyue. The man followed silently, his expression unreadable as always.

In the next room, the window suddenly opened, and a short-haired man who looked to be in his fifties, with his arms crossed, waved and said, "Wait a minute, I'm waiting for a user to leave a five-star review."

The middle-aged man wasn't as thin as I'd imagined. On the contrary, his age ranged from forty to sixty, and you could still see traces of his former muscle definition. He muttered things like, "Wouldn't it be a huge loss if I didn't give him a good review after making this trip to the deep mountains and forests?"

Jin Ziyue and Fu Xun both fell silent.

Three black lines appeared on Sanshui's forehead, but she still obediently said, "Did you just finish running errands?"

"Yes." He yawned without any regard for his image, glanced behind Sanshui, then composed himself slightly, adopted a professional master's demeanor, coughed twice, put away his phone, and said, "The benefactor has arrived."

Having said that, he got up, closed the window, and went to the main hall before opening the door.

"Uncle Long Yi." San Shui Lin Xin clasped her hands together and bowed in greeting.

Jin Ziyue sized up the abbot. Although he was called a monk, there was no rule about shaving one's head. His head was still covered with light hair that looked like moss. The old man nodded slightly in greeting, and his movements were leisurely and carefree. Only his dark circles under his eyes betrayed his fatigue.

Running errands late at night is a common occurrence for ride-hailing drivers, but being the head of a temple at the same time makes the situation seem somewhat unusual.

Fu Xun could even imagine someone writing a headline like "Shocking! The ride-hailing driver who accepted the order was actually a reclusive Zen master," or even, following current trends, an advertisement might read: "Rent a car late at night, encounter a ghost in the middle of the night, the ghost cried out to the driver next to me: Master, spare my life..."

"What brings you here, Xiao Linxin?" The abbot, named Long Yi, spoke calmly and slowly, as if his earlier grumbling and complaining were just an illusion.

"Hmm, the talisman you gave me two years ago... has lost its effectiveness."

Abbot Long raised an eyebrow, his expression becoming more serious, clearly understanding the gravity of the situation. He said solemnly:
"As expected, you still can't buy talismans online. Those online stores are unreliable, and the expiration dates are all lies."

Fu Xun squinted, feeling that the abbot was somewhat out of place with their style.

"Uncle Long Yi, that evil spirit has come looking for us." San Shui Lin Xin greeted him with a smile.

"Ah?" This time the monk was slightly moved. He glanced at Sanshui Linxin, grabbed her shoulders, and examined her carefully for a while. Only after confirming that Sanshui Linxin was safe and sound did he breathe a sigh of relief.

He also keenly noticed the bloodstains on the ends of the hair; the blood had dried and clumped together, binding the hair into clumps.

"It's back." The monk looked around for a while, and when he realized that it was not there, he invited them into the main hall. They went up through a side passage, and after going around the main hall, they arrived at the monks' rooms.

"Now things are getting a bit complicated. If this guy comes looking for you and makes you change to a new Concealment Talisman, he can also lock onto your location. I'm afraid we'll have to move again."

“That’s not a problem,” Sanshui Linxin said.

Abbot Longyi looked at her, the soul power behind him like invisible smoke, slowly swirling around her, which was like the most exquisite feast for Mingci.

Jin Ziyue stared at several corners around him with an unfriendly gaze.

Because of the presence of a weak aura similar to the word of destiny in the surrounding area, it was somewhat restless due to the arrival of Sanshui Linxin.

"These are the guardian spirits of the temple, all homeless mountain spirits. I took pity on them and kept them here. Don't worry, these kids won't hurt anyone," Abbot Longyi said, glancing at Jin Ziyue.

He seemed to have also discovered Jin Ziyue's identity, and said to Sanshui, "These two young men escorted you here, right? So, they can also come into contact with evil spirits?"

Fu Xun felt that the old man looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had met him before, so he simply didn't answer.

Jin Ziyue nodded.

Abbot Longyi glanced at Jin Ziyue and said, "A Fate Chaser? Young man, you are quite promising at such a young age."

The middle-aged man sighed, "Youth is wonderful. I really miss the days when I was full of vigor and daring to think and do anything. Later, I entered the Buddhist order and let go of everything."

Jin Ziyue glanced at it; the man's inscription read, "Shedding the Cicada's Shell."

The powerful energy of the destiny statement testifies to the old man's unfathomable strength.

"The most urgent thing is to consider Xiao Linxin's crisis." The old monk smiled and said, "I still have a treasured spirit-concealing talisman here. It can absorb the spiritual energy in Zushan Temple and should be able to hold out for a while."

After he finished speaking, he pulled out a blank yellow talisman from behind the plaque in the living room, as if hiding a secret stash of money.

“I still have some materials here. Xiao Linxin is a descendant of an old friend, so it’s only half price here.” Abbot Longyi said with a “you’ve hit the jackpot” look on his face. “This is my treasured possession.”

Fu Xun squinted and said, "It's not expired again, is it?"

"No," the monk said, pulling out a talisman and waving it in his hand like a banknote.

"It's damp," Fu Xun complained.

"Don't worry, the quality is guaranteed, at most a 30% discount." Abbot Longyi said confidently, holding up three fingers with a "can't cut it any further" expression.

San Shui smiled and said, "Who said I would accept the premise that I need to repay money for asking you for help?"

She explained to Fu Xun and Jin Ziyue, "When my father helped Master Longyi in his early years, he still owed us a small but significant amount of money."

Fu Xun was speechless at the sight of this money-grubbing old monk, feeling that he would never achieve enlightenment in this lifetime.

Abbot Longyi was not annoyed and said, "Ha, I'll go prepare the pen and ink right away. Saving Xiaolin is the most important thing."

Fu Xun asked, "If the abbot is really that powerful, why doesn't he just subdue the evil spirit for Miss Sanshui? Why go through all this trouble? After all, you know that amulets are only a temporary fix."

"Good question." Monk Longyi sighed, tilting his head back wistfully as he said:

"The reason is simple: I can't beat them."

(End of this chapter)