I consulted a feng shui master in Hong Kong.

By the time I returned to the Sanxuan Temple from Pei's Gold Shop, it was already dusk.

Huang Shouzhou barely dared to speak the whole way, only holding the wooden box containing the money, following behind Chen Qinghe, even his steps were lighter.

He rarely saw Chen Qinghe get so angry.

Upon entering the courtyard, Chen Qinghe placed the old compass on the table, his expression remaining calm, though the suppressed anger within him was much stronger than usual.

"Is this how feng shui masters in Hong Kong make money?"

This sentence startled Huang Shouzhou so much that his heart skipped a beat, and he almost dropped the wooden box.

"Good junior brother, I would never dare to do such a thing." He quickly put down the box and waved his hands repeatedly. "At most, I would just help people choose the direction of their doors, pick an auspicious day, and get a few meals for free. I really wouldn't dare to touch such a shady arrangement that uses the Five Ghosts position to attract wealth and exchanges the fortune of the host for money. That will shorten your lifespan."

Chen Qinghe didn't look at him. He just lowered his head and spread out the five old copper coins he had brought back from the Pei family one by one. He also put the shavings of wood covered with cinnabar next to him. His eyes were very cold.

"The first rule of the Three Mysteries Sect is that one must not use feng shui and physiognomy to make money or harm others," he said slowly. "It's not that you can't perform a scheme to make money through unethical means, but you have to be careful. First, support the master, then talk about money; first, bring peace to the person, then consider their fortune. How is it any different from killing the goose that lays the golden eggs, turning the scheme into a scheme to exchange people for money?"

As he spoke, the anger in his chest had not yet completely subsided.

If Pei Shijie hadn't felt uneasy, thinking that the prosperity of the Pei family's gold shop was too strange, and hadn't taken the initiative to invite them to open a gold shop, he would have continued to burn through the gold sooner or later.

It wasn't just Mrs. Pei's illness and the youngest son's fever that were burning; eventually, even the Pei family's own fate would be consumed by the fire.

This kind of situation is no longer about taking shortcuts; it's about ruining the very foundation.

Huang Shouzhou stood to the side, carefully observing his expression, and after a long while whispered, "People in Hong Kong are anxious."

Chen Qinghe looked up: "Urgent?"

"They're all eager to get rich, eager to turn their lives around, eager to grab today's money as soon as possible." Huang Shouzhou gave a wry smile. "It's different here than where you are. The buildings outside are getting taller every day, and the shops are getting more and more expensive. Everyone is afraid that if they're a step behind, they'll miss out. There are people who are willing to follow the proper rules of feng shui, but they can't compete with the quick results of unorthodox methods. If you tell someone that you should slowly cultivate your energy and gradually stop talking, they'll think you're being inconsiderate; but if you tell them that you'll see wealth in three days and have a change of fortune in seven days, they'll think you have real skills."

After listening, Chen Qinghe did not respond immediately.

The courtyard fell silent for a moment, with only the distant sound of bicycle bells echoing from outside the alley.

Seeing that his expression had softened slightly, Huang Shouzhou tentatively continued, "Besides... even those who truly understand the rules don't necessarily prosper. A scheme like the Pei family's, initially it was indeed lucrative, and the master himself was reluctant to stop. If you asked him to dismantle it, he'd feel like you were cutting off his source of income. Over time, those masters who are willing to follow the proper path earn money more slowly, and their reputation may not be as great as those in the shady business. Isn't that what people like Feng Siyan do for a living?"

Chen Qinghe sneered: "So, we should use other people's lives to pay for it?"

"Of course not," Huang Shouzhou quickly interjected. "That's why I said, my dear junior brother, don't include us all in this. Although I may be good at boasting, I'd get the creeps if you asked me to do something so immoral and unethical."

Chen Qinghe glanced at him, but this time he didn't press him further. He simply gathered the five old copper coins together and gently rubbed the edges with his fingertips.

"These coins aren't very old, but they're heavily worn," he said. "They're not old items passed down from ancestors; someone carried them around all year, using them specifically for shady dealings. They're skilled; it's not their first time."

Upon hearing this, Huang Shouzhou immediately realized: "Junior brother, you mean... there's not just one Master Zhou behind this, but a whole group of people?"

"At least it wasn't just him," Chen Qinghe said. "A gold shop, a Su residence, plus Feng Siyan's methods—though not exactly the same, they all share the same temperament: hasty, biased, and ruthless. They grab the money first and don't care about the consequences later."

As he spoke, his gaze slowly darkened.

He initially only wanted to establish the facade of the Sanxuan Temple in Hong Kong, take on a few decent gigs, and gradually build up his reputation.

But after these incidents, he truly realized that Hong Kong was not only full of corrupt officials, but also had far more shady dealings than he had imagined.

If these people are allowed to use the name of feng shui to harm others and make money, in the end it will not only harm a few households, but also damage the reputation of the entire industry.

The Three Mysteries Sect is not a particularly prominent sect.

But now that he has come to Hong Kong and opened his doors under the name of Sanxuan Temple, he cannot stand by and watch these people ruin the name "Feng Shui Master" like this.

Seeing that he remained silent with a sullen face, Huang Shouzhou felt increasingly uneasy and asked in a low voice, "Then...should we get involved in this?"

Chen Qinghe did not answer immediately.

He turned and lit three incense sticks for the ancestral statue. The rising smoke gradually calmed the anger he had just suppressed. After a moment, he said calmly, "The Pei family has already taken on this job, so naturally we must see it through to the end. As for the group that followed..."

He paused, then turned to look at the copper coins on the table.

"If it were just a scam to swindle money, I wouldn't bother to investigate. But since they've already gotten involved in murder, it's not something that can be dismissed as a shady business."

Huang Shouzhou felt a tightness in his back upon hearing this, and a faint heat rose within him.

He knew that Chen Qinghe wasn't just angry; he had a real plan.

Once he really gets the idea, he probably won't just stop at cursing a couple of times.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside, followed by someone knocking twice on the door.

"Master Huang! Master Chen! Young Master Pei sent me with a message right away!"

Huang Shouzhou hurriedly went to open the door and saw a young shop assistant from the Pei family shop, who was sweating profusely and holding a piece of paper in his hand.

"What's wrong?" Huang Shou-zhuo asked.

The young shop assistant, panting, handed over the paper: "The young master sent me to deliver this. He said he's remembered who introduced Master Zhou, the one you're looking for. And...and his old lady just woke up from a nap and, for the first time, felt clear-headed and not groggy. She told me to come and give her the good news first."

Upon hearing this, Huang Shouzhou immediately smiled.

"Okay, okay, I understand."

After seeing the person off, he turned back and handed the paper to Chen Qinghe.

Chen Qinghe unfolded it and saw two words written on it: Jin Fu Lou.

Below, a line of smaller print was added: "Master Zhou often meets people in the tea room upstairs. The person who introduces him is surnamed Qiu, a middleman who deals in jewelry inventory."

Chen Qinghe looked at it for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

The smile wasn't strong, but it made Huang Shouzhou's heart skip a beat.

"Junior brother?"

"Let's go to Jin Fu Lou tomorrow." Chen Qinghe folded the paper and put it in his pocket. "First, let's straighten out the Pei family connection, and then see how bold that Master Zhou really is to run a shady business like this in Hong Kong."

Upon hearing this, Huang Shouzhou's initial apprehension dissipated, replaced by an inexplicable excitement.

Another round of meetings.

And this time, it's not just about making money.

It's about following one incident to uncover the truth about a group of people.

The night outside the courtyard had deepened, but the incense in front of the ancestral master's statue burned steadily.

Chen Qinghe stood under the lamp, his face had returned to normal, but his eyes were more focused than before.

Hong Kong is a place with many bureaus, a diverse population, and many shady dealings.

Since we've run into it, let's tackle it one by one.