Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

The dazzling light made people dizzy. Shen Mingchao clutched a photograph in his hand, his knuckles trembling slightly.

This is what she took out of San San Cat's bag.

The photo shows four people with the sunrise behind them; it's a family portrait they took atop Mount Tai. Turning the photo over, my head suddenly buzzed, and my blood rushed to my head.

She couldn't believe what she was seeing!

[Chao Chao, let's go to Yucun with the Iron Triangle. That's where our chance to reunite lies!]

The handwriting was all too familiar; it was Shen Mingyue's handwriting, and she couldn't possibly mistake it.

A million grass mud horses galloped through my mind like drums.

So Yueyue knows she transmigrated into the book?!

So it's not surprising that San San is here?!

Shen Mingchao gently stroked the photo with his thumb. After his initial surprise subsided, his emotions overwhelmed him once again.

She thought she would never see her family again, but through this photo, her family, separated by two worlds, conveyed hope for a reunion and pointed her in the right direction during her period of confusion.

She was incredibly glad she had chosen to go home first, otherwise she wouldn't have met San San.

After putting down the photo, Shen Mingchao picked up the bank card on the table and examined it carefully. This was also something from San San Mao's bag.

She recognized the bank card; it was a new one her aunt and uncle had opened for them after the college entrance exams, and it contained their New Year's money, living expenses, and pocket money.

If you do the math, it should be six figures.

In other words, if this card can be used normally in this world, her livelihood problem will be solved.

She paused her grief for a moment; she needed to go to the bank.

Finding a nearby ATM, Shen Mingchao nervously inserted his card, checked his balance, and discovered he was in Chengdu—the number 1 was followed by a string of zeros, too many to count.

Only when he actually held the red banknotes in his hand did Shen Mingchao's lips curl into an uncontrollable smile.

This is incredible fortune!

Thanks to my aunt and uncle's otherworldly airdrop, she was able to turn her life around from a serf to a millionaire, going from being in debt to being a millionaire!

Back at the hotel, Shen Mingchao bent down, scooped up the lucky boy San San, and gave him a big kiss.

"Sweetie, Mommy's going to buy you the most expensive cat food!"

Nestled in her familiar embrace, the calico cat kneaded and meowed softly. Her tail, like a banana leaf fan, was held high.

With the livelihood issue resolved, another problem emerged. Shen Mingyue's words seemed more like proverbs, suggesting that Yueyue and the others might know something, which is why they sent her to Yucun.

Shen Mingchao took out his phone and sent a text message to Hei Xiazi.

[Brother Hei, I've made up my mind. I'm going to Hangzhou.]

Before returning to the hotel, Hei Xiazi told her that Wu Xie and the others had already gone from Beijing to Hangzhou. They said there would be a boat fair on West Lake in a few days, and they were going to rent a boat to go boating on the lake.

Ask her if she wants to go. If she does, you can drive her to Hangzhou. If she doesn't want to go, you can take her back to Beijing first.

Shen Mingchao hesitated at the time.

She'd already worn the book, so she definitely wanted to visit the famous scenic spot, Wushanju. Her hesitation stemmed from the fact that she didn't want to trouble them anymore. From Changbai Mountain until now, they had paid for all her food, clothing, and accommodation.

That problem doesn't bother me anymore.

She no longer owed Wu Xie and the others favors, and her own life was now financially secure.

People feel more comfortable spending their own money.

Hei Xiazi replied quickly, saying he would pick her up the next day and that she should get a good rest that night.

Shen Mingchao then sent another message: [Hey Blackie, can I go somewhere else tomorrow?]

I had a good night's sleep.

The next morning, Shen Mingchao sat in the passenger seat, holding the cat, humming a little tune, feeling that life finally had hope.

Hei Xiazi glanced at Shen Mingchao several times, wondering to himself: He had red eyes when they parted yesterday, but after waking up, he seemed like a completely different person.

Before meeting her, he had already planned how to comfort her. But when they met, she was beaming and even ate a corn cob and drank a cup of soy milk in his car.

Hei Xiazi hesitated for a long time but still didn't ask. He didn't want to rub salt into Shen Mingchao's wounds.

He brought up another topic: "Why did you decide to go to a temple? Are you perhaps a Buddhist?"

"No, that's not it. It's just that there are some karmic connections involved."

Shen Mingchao showed his longevity lock to Hei Xiazi and repeated what he had said to Zhang Qiling.

"Besides, I promised my idol I would give him a new one. This temple is very efficacious, and I had been planning to come here for a while to have the bracelet blessed."

Oh, so it was for Zhang the Mute.

Black Bear's mouth inexplicably tasted bitter.

I felt uneasy being the driver the whole time; I had a strange sense of unease, like I was doing all the work for someone else.

But he was not one to dwell on things, and he quickly put this unpleasantness behind him.

Upon arrival, Hei Xiazi did not get out of the car.

Shen Mingchao asked in surprise, "Brother Hei, aren't you going?"

"No." Black Bear shook his head, offering no further explanation.

What's there to explain? You can't exactly say he's done too many wicked things, how could he dare to ask Buddha for protection? It would be merciful of Buddha not to punish him.

Shen Mingchao assumed that Hei Xiazi didn't like crowded places, so he didn't say anything more, only that he would be right back.

This temple in her hometown has stood for nearly a thousand years and is considered one of the most famous temples in the country. Every year, countless people come here to pray and worship, and since it happened to be summer vacation, there were even more people in the temple.

Walking up the bluestone steps and passing through the temple gate, the Mahavira Hall and other buildings come into view.

Since we're already here, we should at least offer our prayers.

Shen Mingchao walked to the center of the area, held up the lit incense sticks in front of him, and bowed in the four directions of east, south, west, and north. He then inserted the three incense sticks into the burner.

The incense burner emitted wisps of smoke, and the heavy, familiar aroma of incense filled the air.

This was not Shen Mingchao's first visit to this ancient temple with a history of over a thousand years.

The last time was when the whole family of four came here to pray for their college entrance exams.

Shen Mingyue said that Yucun was where they would have a chance to reunite.

She didn't know what the opportunity would be, but even if there was only a one in a thousand chance, she was going to try her luck in Yuchun.

This meant she could no longer work at Jie Yuchen's company, which was just a temporary measure in the first place.

She has another idea now.