Quick Transmigration: The Supporting Character Just Wants to Die a Natural Death

It turns out that Han Yishen had been paying attention to Chu Nianzhi all along.

Yao Feiran turned and left, making Chu Nianzhi feel even more aggrieved, until a figure appeared at the door, strode over, and hugged Chu Nianzhi.

After Yao Feiran arrived at the Taoist temple, she told her mother about her job. Her mother was very happy because the country values ​​faith and everyone felt that working at a Taoist temple was a relatively stable job.

That night, Yao Feiran was sleeping when a sense of danger woke her up. She sat up silently, searched for a while, grabbed a shovel for farming, and went outside.

Zhu Zehui was a light sleeper, and Yao Feiran woke up when she passed by his room.

"Feiran, where are you going?"

"Abbot, there's a thief!"

"Are there thieves in this poor place?"

Zhu Zehui looked puzzled, casually put on some clothes, and came out. Yao Feiran whispered, "What are you doing here?"

"I'll go with you to take a look."

"Will your physique hold you back in the past?"

"...What's the difference between you and me?"

Yao Feiran secretly rolled her eyes, too lazy to continue, and walked out the door. She also made a call to the police. Not long after, two suspicious-looking people came over.

It turned out to be Zhou Hao and a strange man.

Yao Feiran said, "Zhou Hao, what are you doing here so late at night?"

Zhu Zehui also announced loudly, "Everyone, the Taoist temple does not receive guests at night."

Zhou Hao's eyes were somewhat sinister. He picked up the knife in his hand and slashed at it. Yao Feiran deliberately led him to a higher spot nearby and kicked him.

The man next to him saw Zhou Hao fall down, drop his things, and run away.

The police arrived quickly, glanced at the surveillance footage, and saw that Zhou Hao had also been taken away by an ambulance.

A few days later, Yao Feiran was fine, but Zhou Hao had fallen badly and suffered aftereffects. Another man also went inside.

Zhu Zehui asked, "Zhou Hao said you let him down. What did you do to him? Was he your boyfriend before?"

"He pursued me but I didn't agree to date him, and I never accepted any gifts from him."

"Is that all?"

"My interactions with him are limited to this."

Zhu Zehui fell silent. He was getting old and couldn't understand how such a thing could happen. To think of killing someone after being rejected was something he couldn't understand.

Yao Feiran wasn't surprised. There were stories online of people who, unwilling to accept a breakup, would pursue their ex-girlfriends for a year and eventually kill them.

"Master, who is the other person?"

"He was looking for you too. He said that last time a fortune teller asked you how to get money back from your ex-girlfriend, you humiliated him. So the two of them decided to teach you a lesson since there aren't many people around here."

"It's him. He dated his ex-girlfriend for five years and spent 10,000 yuan on her. Three years later, he asked me how he could get it back."

Zhu Zehui fell silent again.

If smoking weren't prohibited inside the temple, he would have liked to take a puff.

"I haven't consulted fortune tellers in ages. Are people these days really this outrageous?"

"Yeah, that's why being single is safe. Relationships can easily lead to death. By the way, why don't you consult a fortune teller?"

"Revealing too many secrets of heaven can easily deplete your own blessings. You should be careful, do more good deeds, and don't offer fortune telling for free."

"I know, Abbot, don't you have a wife and children?"

"I used to have a wife, but she passed away from an illness, and I don't want to remarry."

I never expected you to be such a devoted lover.

Zhu Zehui shook his head: "Someone will be coming tomorrow, and we need to perform a ritual to pray for her deceased child. You can come along too. You remember all the rituals, right?"

Yao Feiran nodded: "Okay, it's not easy for you to still get business."

"What are you saying!"

The next day, a woman came over. She looked to be in her thirties, with a haggard face and a few gray hairs. Zhu Zehui had seen too many like her, so his expression didn't change. Instead, he recorded the child's name, gender, cause of death, and other information.

The woman's name was Cui Wenli. She seemed to come from a well-off family. No one knew why she came to this small Taoist temple, but no one asked any questions. The two prepared the documents and memorial tablets, and Cui Wenli placed candies and pastries on the offering table.

The ceremony ended two hours later.

"Thank you, Taoist priest."

Cui Wenli put down a stack of money, which looked like tens of thousands of yuan. Zhu Zehui did not show any joy, but felt a little emotional.

As Cui Wenli was about to leave, she saw Yao Feiran: "I know you. Peng Danting consulted you before. She said that because of you, her husband was diagnosed with an illness ahead of schedule. She introduced me here to help my child pass on to the afterlife."

No wonder she came here.

"Are you her friend?"

"No, I'm her cousin. Can I have my fortune told by you?"

"Can."

Yao Feiran led Cui Wenli into the inner room.

"Ever since my daughter passed away, my husband has been giving me the cold shoulder. He blames me for not taking good care of the child. He refused to come to the memorial service this time, and I'm exhausted. Do you think we should get a divorce?"

Generally, fortune tellers believe in the importance of harmony and would say that one should not separate. Yao Feiran looked up at her fortune and began to calculate the two paths of separation and not separating. Her expression changed slightly.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Even if you don't divorce him, your husband will. He's transferring assets and has a mistress. You said you weren't watching your child properly, and you were indeed negligent for three minutes, but your daughter is so old, and there's a river right there with no security cameras. Are you sure it was your fault?"

Cui Wenli's eyes widened suddenly, her previous dejection turning into resentment.

"Master, I will investigate."

"Don't alert them now. Gather evidence first and have a lawyer freeze your assets."

"I understand, thank you for the reminder, Master."

Cui Wenli, no longer looking dejected, suddenly got up and hurriedly left.

Zhu Zehui poked his head out: "What nonsense are you talking about? If it turns out to be fake, be careful someone comes after you."

"Were you eavesdropping?"

"I just wanted to see how good your kung fu was, but I didn't expect you to be so good at making up stories."

Even the best fortune tellers can only predict the general course of fate; it's impossible to go into such detail unless they have prophetic abilities.

"I'm not making this up, Curator. You'll have a minor bloody accident tomorrow."

"You think you can fool me? No way!"

Zhu Zehui rolled his eyes, took the stack of cash, pulled out a stack and gave it to Yao Feiran: "Don't spread rumors and cheat people next time, this is your bonus for today."

"Master, you're doing quite well."

"What's the use of being good? We still can't even keep the Taoist temple. I'll keep the rest of the money so that if the government wants to take it back, I can rent it out."