I consulted a feng shui master in Hong Kong.

By the time Su Yulian and Huo Qingtang left, it was already getting dark.

Neither of them said much as they went downstairs. Su Yulian walked ahead, her steps more steady than when she came. Huo Qingtang lagged half a step behind, still with that cold and indifferent demeanor. However, when he helped Su Yulian into the car, his movements were very gentle, as if he were afraid of startling her.

As the black sedan slowly drove away, its taillights disappearing into the twilight at the street corner, Huang Shouzhou finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"What...what's going on?" He scratched his head, his face full of confusion. "The Su family and the Huo family...how come they seem to be together, yet not together? Su Yulian arrived first, and Huo Qingtang followed right after, and now this whole thing has even dragged in the Huo family's second branch. The more I look at it, the more confused I get!"

Chen Qinghe stood at the shop entrance, watching the car disappear at the end of the street, his expression remaining calm throughout.

"You don't understand," he said. "We feng shui masters can't do everything ourselves."

Huang Shouzhou was taken aback: "Huh?"

"The situation has already been set up for them." Chen Qinghe turned to look at him. "Whether it's good or bad, it's their own business. Interfering too much will only harm our own luck."

He spoke very plainly, as if he were stating a perfectly ordinary rule.

Huang Shouzhou was speechless for a moment.

Chen Qinghe walked back into the hall, raised his hand and moved the old compass on the table aside, as if casually, yet also as seriously, adding:

"The affair between the Su and Huo families has a long history. It's not appropriate for us to get too involved. We'll just do what we should do and collect what we're owed, and that'll be enough."

Huang Shouzhou nodded slowly, and although he didn't ask any more questions, he remembered what he said.

Chen Qinghe stood by the window, but his gaze had already drifted further into the distance.

He saw the Repulse Bay case very clearly. Su Yulian's house was not a simple case of a yin house bringing misfortune to people. Rather, people were first forced into a corner, then the house forced them into a trap, and finally, step by step, they reached that point.

He could also see the lingering feelings between Huo Qingtang and Su Yulian.

But so what? Old feelings are old feelings, and the situation is the situation.

The Three Mysteries Sect doesn't make decisions for others; what it can do is to straighten out the situation and prevent people from taking the worst possible step.

As for what they choose next, that's their own fate.

His eyes were calm, but he already had a new plan in mind.

Let's set a small goal first.

Acquire a plot of land near Hong Kong suitable for building a Taoist temple, and then gradually establish the Sanxuan Temple.

Ten million might be a long way off, but it's not entirely hopeless.

As long as the bureau keeps doing one order after another, its reputation will grow layer by layer, and the money will naturally come.

Hong Kong has no shortage of houses, buildings, government offices, money, and people's hearts.

What he wanted was not just this small shop, but a grand temple where the disciples of the Three Mysteries Sect could offer incense and where the golden statue of the patriarch could be erected.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

Huang Shouzhou got up first to open the door, and was stunned when he did.

The visitor was a middle-aged man in a suit, carrying a black leather bag. He stood ramrod straight, but his expression was very polite.

He handed the bag forward and asked, "Excuse me, is Master Chen Qinghe here?"

Chen Qinghe looked up and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Seeing him nod, the man handed over the bag with both hands and said in a low voice, "This was sent to me by Second Master Huo."

Huang Shouzhou took it and immediately noticed its weight. When he opened it, he almost threw the bag away.

Inside was a golden Buddha statue.

The golden statue isn't large, but it's very pure. The Buddha's face is solemn, and the golden light is dazzling. It feels heavy in your hand, as if it could press your hand down a bit.

There was also a letter tucked under the bag. The envelope was clean and white, and only a few words were written on it:

[Opened by Master Chen]

Huang Shouzhou was stunned for a while before carefully pulling out the letter.

When I saw the signature, I was even more confused.

Huo Shichang bows deeply.

"Huo Shichang?" Huang Shouzhou's voice changed. "Is this Huo Shichang from the second branch of the Huo family? Why is he sending us this?"

Chen Qinghe took the letter, glanced at it, his expression remained unchanged, only the corner of his mouth slightly turned up.

Seeing that he was still laughing, Huang Shouzhou couldn't help but ask, "What are you laughing at?"

"Maybe he's afraid we'll cause him trouble."

"Huh?" Huang Shouzhou was even more confused. "That's the Huo family! Why would Huo Shichang be afraid of us?"

Chen Qinghe folded the letter and placed it on the table, saying in a calm tone, "There are differences between different Huo families."

Huang Shouzhou scratched his head, half understanding but not quite, only feeling that the words were very convoluted.

Chen Qinghe clearly didn't intend to explain in detail; he simply picked up the golden Buddha statue, glanced at it, and then put it back.

"This cannot be kept," he said.

"Huh? Such a huge golden Buddha statue, you don't want it?"

"We at Sanxuan Temple don't worship Buddha," Chen Qinghe said. "Go find a gold shop and melt it down."

Huang Shouzhou was completely convinced.

Even if ordinary people don't enshrine such a golden Buddha statue, they would still find a place to enshrine it, just to bring joy to the place.

But Chen Qinghe didn't even blink, and immediately said "melt it."

If it were him, he would probably have already made room next to the ancestral master statue to give this golden Buddha a home.

"Junior brother..." He swallowed hard, "This was sent by Huo Shichang."

"It's precisely because he sent it that we shouldn't make offerings to it," Chen Qinghe said. "He's sending the Buddha statue not to worship it, but to test our intentions. If we accept it, he'll know whether we like these things or not; if we don't accept it, things will be cleaner."

Huang Shouzhou was stunned for a moment before he slowly understood.

Huo Erfang's move, on the surface, was a gesture of goodwill, but in reality, it was also a test.

But Chen Qinghe didn't even glance at it, and simply said "Melted," thus regaining control of the situation.

In the following days, even though Chen Qinghe didn't care much about these matters, he could still hear that the winds outside had changed.

For some reason, the second branch of the Huo family was sent to Malaysia to take charge of business there.

Huo Shirong was furious at Victoria Peak, and it is said that even Huo Yuncheng and Huo Qingtang were summoned and reprimanded.

Huo Shichang's side didn't make too much of a mess, but it was clear to everyone that the second wife's family had really been suppressed this time.

We also received news from Su Yulian's side.

She inherited a portion of her husband's estate, and the Huo family also gave her some business, which was considered a settlement.

People outside didn't know how she had survived, they only knew that the widow who was originally called "Ms. Su" was now slowly starting to make her mark in Hong Kong's business circles.

As for Chen Qinghe, he naturally didn't pay much attention to these things.

All he knew was that the deal with the Su family was done, the money had been received, and the Azure Dragon Protectorate was in good shape.

After the fire at the dock, the Huo family did not take any further excessive actions.

The whole thing seemed to have been pushed aside and then redirected elsewhere.

Although Huo Shirong is old, a tiger is a tiger; even when he is sick, his claws are still there.

This time, however, he clearly wanted to steer things in a more measured way, so as not to escalate the situation too much.

That evening, Huo Shirong came to Sham Shui Po in person.

He didn't come alone; he only brought a manager with him, and even parked his car at the street corner. He didn't put on any airs.

He entered with a smile, like an ordinary elder visiting. Upon entering the new shop of the Sanxuan Temple, he first looked at the statue of the patriarch that had already been erected and nodded.

"Young man, you are very promising."

Chen Qinghe stood in front of the incense table and bowed slightly, saying, "Mr. Huo."

"This is my business card," Huo Shirong said with a smile, handing it over. "If you ever encounter any trouble in Hong Kong, you can mention my name."