After Descending the Mountain, Seven Big Brothers Spoil Me - Chapter 312

Chapter 312: Hoodwinking Zhouzhou, Drawing Fantasies Online
“Senior Mingtong!” Zhouzhou exclaimed with delight as she looked at the person opposite her, unkempt with a scruffy beard; it could only be Mingtong.

Mingtong also gazed at the chubby face on the screen and broke into a smile. “I knew it was you, you little rascal.”

Having passed by the Yun family earlier and recollecting Yun Heng, he decided to drop by for a visit.

He had expected to find a frail and feeble figure, but instead, though still physically fragile, Yun Heng’s countenance had transformed remarkably, and his lifespan had prolonged considerably.

Intrigued, Mingtong inquired about the reasons, examined the talisman, and deduced it was the work of Sanqing Temple, thus guessing it was Zhouzhou’s handiwork.

Only this little girl could craft such powerful talismans.

It had been quite some time since they last parted ways.

Excitedly, Zhouzhou gazed at him. “It’s really you, Senior Mingtong! Uncle Rich described you, but I thought you were just a newbie who couldn’t even read fortunes. I didn’t expect it was you.”

Who was calling who a newbie!

Mingtong’s beard bristled with indignation, his eyes widening as he stared at her. With a disdainful huff, he thought to himself, this little girl really didn’t know how to speak!

Unaware of her verbal misstep, Zhouzhou continued to beam affectionately at Mingtong. After all, he was the first person she encountered after descending the mountain.

Seeing her like this, Mingtong found it impossible to stay mad. He could only chuckle and say, “Little girl, speaking like that will surely get you beaten, you know?”

Upon hearing this, Zhouzhou’s eyes widened, tilting her head to the side as she pondered why she would get into trouble. She puffed out her cheeks proudly and swayed her head. “Hehe, you can’t hit me!”

Regardless of why he wanted to hit her, the fact remained that he couldn’t!

Let’s see if he could stay mad now.

So mad.

Mingtong clenched his fist, feeling the itch to teach her a lesson.

Unfortunately, Zhouzhou continued to dance around the minefield, asking, “Senior Mingtong, you still haven’t told me, how did you manage to extend Uncle Rich’s lifespan? Aren’t you supposed to be a newbie?”

“I! Am! Not! A! Newbie!” Mingtong gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and looked at the cute and charming yet infuriating little girl opposite him.

With a snort, he said, “If I were a newbie, I wouldn’t have left the mountain years ago; I’d be stuck there like your master.”

If that were the case, he wouldn’t have lived until now.

Being with this little girl would surely shorten his life.

“Then why were your fortune-telling predictions inaccurate that day?” Zhouzhou asked, puzzled.

She remembered a young lady with excellent marriage prospects, yet he claimed she was in trouble and needed to resolve it.

Mingtong justified confidently, “How else would I get them to pay up!”

Huh?

Was that so?

Seeing her confusion, Mingtong straightened his robe and explained with a smile, “That’s called marketing strategy. If you don’t make it sound serious enough, the clients won’t feel the urgency, and they’ll just give you a couple of bucks and leave. How am I supposed to sell talismans then?”

So that’s how it was.

Zhouzhou suddenly understood.

After a moment of contemplation, she frowned earnestly and said, “Senior Mingtong, what you’re doing is wrong. It’s deceiving people, and you’ll be struck by lightning.”

As she spoke, she touched her head, looking at him as if she were an experienced person.

She, Qin Caicai, at the tender age of five, had already been struck by lightning twice!

He probably hadn’t been struck by lightning yet!

Unaware of the situation, Mingtong thought the little girl was joking and just snorted dismissively, paying no heed.

Remembering something else, he asked, “By the way, Zhouzhou, your master called me today. He said many pilgrims have been looking for you these past few days. Have you offended someone? How did they find your hideout?”

Huh?

Zhouzhou blinked, looking bewildered. “No, not at all.”

Qin Lie suddenly realized something and said, “Are they the ones who came to get their fortunes told by you?”

Upon hearing this, Zhouzhou suddenly understood. “Exactly! I told them to come to our Sanqing Temple to burn incense, and I’d give them half-price divinations.”

So, people really went there.

It seemed like this livestream was indeed quite effective.

Indeed, quite a few people went, not just one or two.

Unable to find Zhouzhou and unable to contact her, they naturally grew anxious.

Qin Lie took out his phone, opened the call log, and saw several missed calls from Li Yuanming. However, the system labeled them as scam calls, so he had blocked the number and missed the calls.

Speaking of which, Mingtong remarked, “Well, I did that.” He grumbled, “Li Yuanming harasses me every day, asking me to return to the mountain. He even said Sanqing Temple is not what it used to be. Who would believe that? I wonder whom he’s trying to provoke again. If he can’t handle it himself, he comes to me for help.”

He had done plenty of such things.

Being both incompetent and fond of mischief, when he got into trouble, he ran back to them crying, seeking their help to vent his frustration.

It was only after he became a master that he hastily packed his bags and left that very night, finally rid of this troublesome junior brother.

Who knew what he wanted by luring him back this time.

“I believe it,” Zhouzhou blinked. “Senior Mingtong, our Sanqing Temple has indeed changed. Sharp Tongue Uncle donated money and rebuilt the temple. It looks great.”

“Really?” Mingtong looked at her skeptically, fearing it might be a scheme concocted by their master and disciple to deceive him into returning.

“Really, really!” Zhouzhou nodded vigorously. “I swear by my wealth-attracting talismans!”

She shook her head and continued, reminded by Li Yuanming’s actions, “Senior Mingtong, would you be willing to return to the mountain? To help the pilgrims with divination when they come to burn incense? Otherwise, if they can’t find me, and the pilgrims make a fruitless trip, it won’t be good for Sanqing Temple’s reputation.”

Since pilgrims had started coming, they needed to retain them.

Senior Mingtong must be exceptionally skilled to perform such a difficult life-prolonging technique. With a powerful figure like him around, Sanqing Temple could prosper for a long time.

Indeed.

Mingtong hesitated, unsure whether to go back or not.

Ever since he left the mountain all those years ago, he had been wandering outside and had never returned.

But what the little girl said seemed intriguing.

Seeing his interest, Zhouzhou continued persuasively, “Senior Mingtong, now even Baiyun Temple belongs to us. I believe before long, all the temples in the country will bear the Sanqing Temple’s name. By then, everyone will know your name, and all the pilgrims will know that Sanqing Temple has a master who’s exceptionally accurate at fortune-telling!”

This kind of flattery was reminiscent of the Ancestral Master.

Mu Xuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, concealing the amusement in his eyes.

But surprisingly, it was quite effective.

Although they were monks, who wouldn’t want to be famous?

Mingtong stroked his beard, pondering for a moment before nodding. “Alright, I’ll go. But I must make it clear beforehand. If it’s not as good as you say, I’ll leave immediately.”

“Alright.” Zhouzhou wasn’t worried about this at all.

If she didn’t have to earn money, she’d want to stay on the mountain.

After finishing their conversation, Mingtong hung up the phone.

Zhouzhou nodded satisfactorily.

She hoped more pilgrims would come, so that the Ancestral Master’s merits could be restored more quickly, and she could rid herself of her financial troubles sooner.

Just as she was thinking this, a sharp female voice suddenly sounded from outside the door.

“Where’s my son? Hand over my son!”