I consulted a feng shui master in Hong Kong.

Upon hearing Chen Qinghe's words, Huang Shouzhou, who was standing next to him, felt a tightness in his throat.

He understood Chen Qinghe's meaning almost instantly.

Chen Qinghe had said more than once that the Three Mysteries Sect was now sparsely populated, with only him as its sole heir.

Those who can fully master this type of talisman are very few and far between.

Now my master has passed away, and my uncle-master Li Zhengfeng has also died in Hong Kong.

Logically speaking, these things should have been lost to the Hong Kong lineage long ago, along with my master.

But it just so happened to end up in the hands of Master Zhou, who made a living through shady means and set up a stall at Jinfulou.

Chen Qinghe carefully folded the talisman and put it into his sleeve. His face was calm, but his eyes were as cold as knives.

Seeing his expression, Pei Shijie realized something was wrong: "Master Chen, what important thing is this piece of paper?"

"A talisman that shouldn't be there." Chen Qinghe replied briefly, then turned to the Pei family ancestral portrait. "I'll add another one for you today. Place stable objects on either side of the ancestral portrait, and put another righteous talisman under the table. From now on, anyone who wants to touch your family's case will have to go through this door first."

Pei Shijie nodded quickly.

Huang Shouzhou stood aside, watching Chen Qinghe's hand, which was as steady as a rock, as he wrote the new talisman, but his heart was in turmoil.

He understood.

Master Zhou and his group weren't dealing with ordinary shady practices; they held the foundation of the Three Mysteries Sect.

In Hong Kong, only Li Zhengfeng remains of the Sanxuanmen lineage.

Li Zhengfeng died under mysterious circumstances.

Huang Shouzhou couldn't help but lower his voice and whisper in Chen Qinghe's ear: "Junior brother... are you suspecting—"

Chen Qinghe didn't look up, but simply placed the new talisman under the ancestral statue and said calmly:

"My uncle's death may not have been an accident."

As he finished speaking, the sunlight in the hall was still shining, but Huang Shouzhou felt a chill run down his spine.

After completing the final step for the Pei family, Chen Qinghe stood up and his gaze fell on the direction of Jin Fu Lou in the distance.

With Master Zhou's appearance and the introduction by the man surnamed Qiu behind him, this entire shady business line that had been laid out in Hong Kong for who knows how long was no longer just a business deal in his mind.

Because he finally realized that what he needed to investigate was no longer just a setup.

It was a group of people.

These people were doing wicked things in Hong Kong, feeding on people, and they even had Sanxuanmen artifacts in their possession.

The death of Uncle-Master Li Zhengfeng is likely the first bloodshed on this storyline.

From this moment on, the tasks of consulting feng shui masters, making money, and establishing temples of the Three Mysteries will continue.

But from today onwards, he has one more thing on his mind.

This matter is more important than the shop, and heavier than a reputation.

It concerns the rules of the Three Mysteries Sect, and also the unfinished business that my uncle left in Hong Kong.

……

……

When we came out of Pei's gold shop, the sky had already darkened.

Huang Shouzhou didn't dare to say much the whole way back. It wasn't until they returned to Fu'anli and closed the gates of the Sanxuan Temple that he finally spoke in a low voice: "Junior brother, that talisman... is it really something from our Sanxuan Sect?"

Chen Qinghe didn't rush to answer. He simply took the talisman paper he had taken from under the Pei family ancestral portrait and stacked it flat on the table. Then he took out a few yellowed pages of talisman drafts from the old books and notes left by Li Zhengfeng and compared them carefully under the lamp.

One is the Pei family's wealth-attracting talisman, and the other is the original draft of the talisman left by the martial uncle.

At first glance they look similar, but upon closer inspection they differ in two places where the brushstrokes end.

The Pei family's Zhang, with one challenge and one suppression, deliberately changed the approach of "guiding righteous energy to protect the master" to the evil path of "guiding unorthodox energy to attract wealth".

The modification wasn't particularly clever, but the person who modified the talisman had seen the original manual and knew where the Three Mysteries Sect's foundation began and where it would end.

Huang Shouzhou felt a chill run down his spine.

"It wasn't just a random drawing," Chen Qinghe finally spoke. "This person has touched anything from the Three Mysteries Sect, and more than once."

"Isn't that something that leaked from my martial uncle's side?" Huang Shouzhou's voice was a little tense. "My martial uncle has been in Hong Kong all these years... Could someone have stolen his things, or—"

"It wasn't theft," Chen Qinghe interrupted him, his eyes darkening. "It's more like he followed his martial uncle all the way here."

The room fell silent.

Huang Shouzhuo's Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly understood the weight of those words.

If it was just stealing the manuals and talismans, then at most it was just outsiders being greedy; but if it was "following my uncle to find out where he came from," then it means that Li Zhengfeng may have already had dealings with this group of people before he died.

"Junior brother, do you suspect... that our uncle's death is related to this group of people?"

Chen Qinghe neither nodded nor shook his head, but simply put the talisman into his sleeve and said calmly, "It's not certain yet. But since the Pei family's ancestral portrait can hold a talisman that was altered by the Three Mysteries Sect, then this matter is not just a charlatan surnamed Zhou swindling money."

After he finished speaking, his gaze fell on the old account book on the table.

Those were things we found under my uncle's memorial tablet a few days ago.

The ledger didn't contain records of offerings, but rather addresses, names, times of transactions, and very brief annotations.

Chen Qinghe used to think these things were just fragments, but now, as he looks through them again, many parts that he didn't understand are slowly coming together.

He turned to one of the pages, his fingertip pausing.

Only a few very short lines of text were written on it:

"Jin Fu Lou, second floor, east private room."

"Qiu".

"The bottom of the symbol is not upright; correct it by two strokes."

"Don't rush, there's more to come."

Huang Shouzhou leaned closer to look, his eyes widening in surprise: "Jin Fu Lou? The Jin Fu Lou that Pei Shijie wrote on the paper?"

Chen Qinghe nodded.

That makes sense.

The Pei family's scheme is not my own.

Master Zhou is not alone.

The things that my uncle found back then weren't entirely without basis.

"Let's go to Jinfulou tomorrow." Chen Qinghe closed the ledger, his tone calm. "Let's not move anyone yet, let's look around first."

Huang Shouzhou was taken aback: "Not arresting them?"

"Taking Master Zhou is just taking away a street vendor," Chen Qinghe said. "The real mastermind behind the scheme might not be him. Besides, since this group knows how to use the modified talismans from the Three Mysteries Sect, there must be someone else behind them who holds the manual, passes it on, and sets up the scheme. Taking action now will only alert them."

Huang Shouzhou felt a pang of unease upon hearing this, but he also understood the principle.

Chen Qinghe actually had many doubts about his uncle's death, but at that time everything was in a mess and he didn't know where to start investigating.

Now, some clues have actually emerged from the Pei family's gold shop incident.

The next morning, the two did not go to the shop, but instead went to Jin Fu Lou.

Jin Fu Lou is an old teahouse in this area, a favorite place for business people from jewelry stores, watch shops, and foreign goods stores to discuss matters.

The teahouse had an ordinary facade, but several private rooms were set up on the second floor, with curtains half-drawn, making it the perfect place to discuss shady business dealings.

Chen Qinghe and Huang Shouzhuo found a spot with a view of the stairwell, ordered the cheapest tea, and then fell silent.

Sure enough, Master Zhou arrived in less than half an hour.

Today he changed into a dark blue long gown, held a folding fan in his hand, and smiled amiably as he went up to meet three groups of people.

The first group was there to take inventory of jewelry; the second group looked like they were opening a new shop; and the third group wore suits with account books tucked into their belts, clearly accounting staff.

Huang Shouzhou became increasingly alarmed as he looked at the document.

These people went in with calm expressions, but came out with a hint of excitement, as if they had been promised some kind of benefit.

"Junior brother," he lowered his voice, "this old bastard isn't just scamming one person, he's setting up scams in batches here."

"Hmm." Chen Qinghe stared at the curtain upstairs, his eyes extremely calm. "He's not a teacher; he's someone who's let go."

Just then, a short, stout man, around forty years old, wearing a brown short jacket, came down from upstairs. He dragged his left foot slightly as he walked, as if he had injured himself in his youth. As he walked out, the man stuffed a small paper packet into Master Zhou's sleeve, smiling obsequiously, "Then we'll have to rely entirely on Master Zhou. After it's done, you'll certainly be generous with your reward."

Master Zhou nodded, looking completely at ease.

Chen Qinghe narrowed his eyes slightly at that moment.

As the short, stout man turned around, he lifted his sleeve slightly, revealing a small, dark mark on his wrist. It looked like it had been hastily tattooed, and although the design was small, it was a simplified variation of a "Seven Star Seal" from the old manual of the Three Mysteries Sect.

It's not a formal seal, it's a simplified seal.

Positive seal amulet, simple seal hand.

This is not something that outsiders can easily recognize, but Chen Qinghe recognized it at a glance.

The anger in his heart finally subsided.

My uncle, Li Zhengfeng, has indeed met this group of people.

It's not just about meeting face to face.

Huang Shouzhou hadn't noticed anything amiss, but he sensed his junior brother's expression suddenly turn cold, and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"I saw something." Chen Qinghe stood up, placed the tea money on the table, and said, "Let's go."

"Leaving already? Not going to keep an eye on things?"

"That's enough," Chen Qinghe said. "If we keep watching, we'll only alert them."

The two emerged from Jin Fu Lou. The sun was high in the sky, and the streets were bustling with people, filled with shouts and the clatter of bicycle bells. Huang Shouzhou followed behind him, enduring the noise for half the block before finally unable to hold back any longer.

"Junior brother, what did you see?"

Chen Qinghe didn't stop walking, and said calmly, "It's not a group of independent practitioners, but a team that specializes in unorthodox feng shui arrangements. Master Zhou is just the one who appears on the surface; there are others behind him who lay out the lines, make introductions, modify talismans, and manage the feng shui manuals."

Huang Shouzhou felt a chill run down his spine: "Master...master of the manual?"

"Yes," Chen Qinghe said, "and they have a history with the Three Mysteries Sect."

At this point, he finally stopped and looked up at the hazy sky over Sham Shui Po.

"I now understand what my martial uncle meant by 'there's a line behind'."

"The Pei family's Five Ghosts Transporting Wealth Scheme is not an isolated scheme. Jin Fu Lou is not the end either. My uncle probably already got close to them back then, but didn't have time to uncover the truth."

Huang Shouzhou swallowed hard, his voice dry: "So what do we do now?"

Chen Qinghe slowly withdrew his gaze, his expression calming down.

"We'll keep the shop open and continue taking orders as usual," he said. "Since these people make a living in Hong Kong through unorthodox feng shui practices, they have to keep making moves. We're not in a hurry; they'll send more leads to us on their own."

He paused, his voice lowering.

"From today onwards, this deal with the Pei family is no longer just a business transaction."

"It's the main storyline left behind by my martial uncle."

Chen Qinghe had already secretly decided in his mind where to start next.

Let's break the current situation first!