Inheriting a Taoist temple, the story begins with Wu Zetian offering incense.

Chapter 95 Master Zhou, Can You Cast Curses? [Bonus Chapter for Little Yellow Chicken]

Upon seeing the phrase "make friends," Zhou Yi felt that Uncle Ming had cut quite a bit more than usual.

However, a business worth 50,000 yuan is definitely worth discussing. Let's find out what's going on first before deciding whether to take it or not.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yi replied:

"What specific business? Let me make it clear first, I don't do anything illegal or criminal."

Uncle Ming replied with an emoji that read, "I'm a law-abiding citizen."
"Don't worry, none of the jobs I introduce are illegal or criminal. This is an urgent job. The client seems to have a business dispute with someone. Let's chat on the details by adding each other as friends. If it works out, it's 50,000 yuan; if not, that's it. My friend found me through an intermediary, and I think you're quite suitable."

After I sent that message, Uncle Ming sent me a friend card with the name "[AAA Beijing Drifter Is So Hard]".

Looking at the name, Zhou Yi felt it didn't sound like a businessman, but rather like the kind of name that appears on a social media platform like Shake or Nearby People in the middle of the night... But what the name is doesn't matter, it's a business worth 50,000 yuan, so he quickly asked about it, and if it worked out, he would take it; if not, he would forget about it.

He opened the business card, selected "Add Friend," and noted that he was introduced by Uncle Ming. He quickly accepted the friend request.

Zhou Yi asked directly:

"Could you tell me what kind of business it is?"

But the other party was even more anxious than him:
"Since you're in the industry, I'll be frank: do you cast curses?"

Cast a curse?

Is this a plan to make me curse the competitors to death so I can get the orders directly?
Zhou Yi replied:
"Swearing will bring retribution, so I advise you to avoid it as much as possible. If there are any disputes, it is best to resort to the law."

"Beijing drifters have it so tough," I posted a crying emoji.
“If this could be resolved through legal means, we would have filed a lawsuit long ago. But the other party is going too far, cornering a group of us girls against the wall…”

Zhou Yi slowly typed out a question mark:
"What kind of office bullying is this?"

No sooner had this message been sent than a screenshot of a memo appeared from someone saying "Beijing drifters have it tough":
“We are a very small team of i people, whose members come from all over the country. We work together in the short video industry. Three years ago, we discovered an ordinary person, trained him to appear on camera to explore restaurants, trained him to use words and sentences, and even created a famous chef persona for him. We have invested over a million yuan in total. However, not long ago, after his contract expired, he blatantly violated the non-compete agreement and opened an account without permission, throwing all our years of hard work to the wind.”

“We tried to resort to legal means, but the other side has connections everywhere, even lawyers can be bribed; we tried to appeal through the platform, but the platform only cares about traffic, and always makes excuses. At this moment, we understand the power of capital, the wickedness of people's hearts, and that there are no fairy tales in the adult world, but we, the i-girls, did not back down. We gritted our teeth and faced the difficulties head-on. The stronger the other side is, the more we will fight to the end!”

Upon seeing this, Zhou Yi's brows furrowed even deeper.

Good heavens, it's the famous i-person team! My apologies for not recognizing them.

He was too lazy to look at the screenshot any further and replied:

"how do you want to do it?"

"Curse the ungrateful to ruin their reputation. Master Zhou, that Uncle Ming said you are an extremely powerful curse master, you even cursed down an Indian fighter jet. Can you help us with this? We will pay you 100,000 yuan in service fees in full."

The Book of Changes: ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

No, Uncle Ming, is your business presentation so closely aligned with current events?

If I could curse fighter jets to death, why would I take on this stupid job? I could just take the UN list and bleed everyone dry.

It's truly remarkable that one person dares to boast and the other dares to believe; such brokers and clients are extremely rare.

Speaking of Uncle Ming, he's quite interesting. He just said he wanted to make friends, but in less than five minutes, the i-person team broke his bottom price and cut it in half. And all he said was "making friends"? He really knows how to play the game.

Casting curses is an unorthodox practice within metaphysics; using it not only brings retribution but also hinders spiritual cultivation. Zhou Yi decided to refuse the job. However, since they had already added each other as friends, he wanted to ask the iRen team a question on behalf of the majority of netizens:
"Do you guys really not know how to use Word?"

After sending the message, the other party did not reply. When Zhou Yi wanted to ask further, he found that he had been blocked.

He took a screenshot and sent it to Uncle Ming:
"None of the business opportunities you introduced have come to fruition."

Uncle Ming selectively ignored the issue of the 100,000 yuan service fee, and instead began to complain about Zhou Yi:
"Master Yi, don't set your moral standards so high. You can take on this kind of job. Just change the curse when you cast it. If she wants the other person to be ruined, you become famous; if she wants the other person to suffer a fate worse than death, you have everything go smoothly. If they ask about it afterward, just say that the other person has too much luck and too strong a destiny. That's it, isn't it?"

The Book of Changes: ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

If we try to do things in a positive direction, is this still a curse?

In this field, I'm still just a beginner who needs to learn.

After expressing his feelings, Zhou Yi inquired about the matter of casting the curse:

"Uncle Ming, are you getting a lot of curse-casting business these days?"

"Not many, but there are quite a few abstract cases. Some people curse their ex-husbands to go bankrupt, some curse their ex-boyfriends to have a car accident, and some try to win back their exes through curses. Most of them are related to emotions."

"How did you handle it?"

"Just take the money and do nothing, that's fine. Anyway, the person who was wronged was just venting their anger, and once they calm down, it'll be over."

Hmm, that sounds like Uncle Ming's character. Zhou Yi chatted with him for a few more minutes, then started searching for historical materials online and selectively printed them out. He planned to bind them later and have Meiniang take them away, to be delivered to Emperor Gaozong of Tang, Li Zhi, through Li Mingda, to help this young man open his eyes to the world.

Two days later, Ding Zhenhua drove over, took away the statue of the God of Wealth, and showed the newly renovated gate to Zhou Yi.

A huge pool was built at the entrance, with a three-meter-high artificial mountain in the middle. A fountain flows day and night from the top of the mountain, and the billboard in front of the gate was replaced with a huge Great Wall at Ding Zhenhua's expense.

When faced with the fate of the nation, all underhanded tactics will be destroyed and dismantled.

Ding Zhenhua's flour mill was thriving, even better than before the incident, so he was so happy that he put 10,000 yuan into the donation box.

After seeing the flour mill tycoon off, Zhou Yi received another call from Zhao Dengke. The equipment for the pickle factory was in place, and they were now starting to train the employees. The opening ceremony would be held next weekend, and Zhao hoped that Zhou Yi would attend a ritual to bring good luck.

Zhou Yi accepted the job, but did not accept cash:
"Since you're so short on funds to start your factory, why don't you just use the products from your factory to pay your wages?"

Zhao Dengke was overjoyed and repeatedly expressed his gratitude, saying he would send more and ask Zhou Yi for his opinion.

Zhou Yi really intended to try it, after all, it was meant to support the ancients, and if it tasted bad, wouldn't that be a disgrace to the people of Yunwu Town?

After hanging up the phone, he saw Aunt Gongsun stuffing snacks into her newly bought backpack.

After staying for several days, the girl finally had enough fun and decided to go back to Kaiyuan World to check on the construction progress of Yiyuan Temple.

Zhou Yi checked the battery level of the large power bank and said to Granny Gongsun:
"Don't just focus on playing games; memorizing the 'Taishang Ganying Pian' will benefit you."

"I understand, Daoist Master. I hope I can see my brother Li Bai when I go back this time, so that we can join forces to eliminate the treacherous officials."

After Gongsun Da Niang left, Wu Meiniang went to the vegetable garden with a basket and began picking green beans.

It's peak growing season for green beans right now, and we can pick quite a few every day. Zhou Yi plans to blanch them and make dried green beans, which will taste amazing when stewed with meat in winter.

"Immortal Master, may I take some green beans with me when I leave?"

Wu Zetian quickly picked a basketful and truly experienced the joy of a bountiful harvest.

The Book of Changes says:

"Take whatever you want, it's not worth much... Oh, by the way, there are two packets of long bean seeds in the storeroom. Take them and plant them, and you should be able to eat beans soon."

Upon hearing this, Wu Zetian began to make arrangements:
"Try to eat less so that the seeds can mature and we can plant more green beans next year."

The two spent the whole afternoon making dried green beans. Zhou Yi originally wanted to pickle some sour green beans, but then he remembered that Zhao Dengke's factory had such products, so he didn't bother with it.

In the evening, he rode his motorcycle down the mountain with Wu Meiniang to the town to eat spicy hot pot.

The railing at the White Tiger position has been repaired, but it will take some time for the greenery at the foot of the mountain to grow back.

The car parts scattered on the hillside have been collected by several elderly people in town who collect scraps in the past two days, along with the broken tree branches. The entire hillside will soon be restored to its original state.

Upon arriving in town, Zhou Yi noticed many unfamiliar faces. He asked Zhao Wei:

"Where did these people come from?"

Zhao Wei pointed in the direction of Zhennan:
"We're all from the highway project team. Today, the project team officially opened, and some projects have started construction. Machinery such as pavers, road rollers, and multi-wheelers are arriving one after another. I took on a job clearing earthwork. The newly purchased large excavator is finally going to be used."

The project team moved in so quickly? Xie Yukun should be arriving soon too, right?

While Zhou Yi was reminiscing about Xie Yukun, the president of the Feng Shui and Folk Customs Association was also talking about him:

"I don't believe a young kid could have such high cultivation... I need to find a way to test him."

He took out his phone and called his nominal apprentice, Shi Xiangu:

“I have just found out that Fan Chengye was killed by a Taoist priest in Yunwu Town. You haven’t forgotten the method of casting a curse that I taught you last time, have you? Set up an altar at home to curse him. After it’s done, I will make you a director of the association.”

Upon hearing this, the Stone Fairy readily agreed and prepared to finish her work before setting up the altar and casting her spells:
"Master, do you want him dead?"

"Then it depends on your skills. It would be best if you could kill him, but even if you don't kill him, it would be best if you crippled him."

"it is good!"

While Xie Yukun was on the phone, the blind fortune teller in the next room was playing dominoes and sighing:
"It's true that you can't reason with a damned ghost. But evil cultivators are meant to die. If they don't die, how can they accumulate merit... Zhou Banxian, consider this a gift from me to your grandson. But our feud won't end here. When I get to Cloud Mist Mountain, I'll dig up your coffin and grave to see if you're really dead or just pretending!"

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