Part 3
“We’ll see,” Luo Wenshu said.
This wasn’t a dismissal; she genuinely didn’t know.
Fate was invisible and intangible, yet real.
Outsiders attempting to change it inevitably involved karma.
Luo Wenshu had been helping people resolve their misfortunes, but always adhered to her master’s teachings, never breaking the rules.
Therefore, repaying karma was always smooth.
An encounter like today’s was unprecedented for Luo Wenshu.
She had no way of discerning whether it was a problem with this world or with the person she saved.
She could observe Jin Youqian’s subsequent events to determine the cause.
Luo Xingyu quietly listened to their conversation, without speaking or looking up, his long eyelashes concealing his emotions.
After the meal, Jin Youqian politely took his leave.
Secretly, he wanted to continue following the Master.
Although the Master was plagued with karma and accidents, it seemed highly dangerous, but Jin Youqian carefully noticed that these accidents only targeted the Master; he and the Master’s son were always beside her, yet unaffected.
But despite his desire, Jin Youqian restrained himself; if he followed for too long, the Master might get annoyed.
Before leaving, he obtained the contact information of the Master’s…son.
It would be convenient to contact them in the future.
Children were the easiest to deal with, Jin Youqian had plenty of experience in this.
As long as he befriended the young Master…
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Luo Wenshu’s purpose today was to earn money; the money was already in Luo Xingyu’s WeChat wallet, and she should be going home.
The reason for using “should” was that there was one more thing to do.
She led Luo Xingyu back to Xinghua Park.
Previously they were resting outside the park; this time she chose to go deeper.
Xinghua Park was large, shady, and cool.
The main roads were often crowded, but turning onto the side paths, people gradually disappeared.
Along the way, incidents continued to occur: bird droppings from above, falling branches, uncovered manhole covers…etc.
Luo Xingyu, at his young age, was already experiencing numbness.
They reached a secluded corner of the park, deserted, with fallen leaves, obviously unkempt.
Luo Wenshu stopped, suddenly turning to look behind her, saying, “Thank you for following me, but I won’t die anytime soon.”
Luo Xingyu didn’t think much of it; hearing this, he instinctively looked back.
The tree leaves above were green, the fallen leaves below were yellow, and only tree trunks were visible, no one else.
He turned his head, looking around, still seeing no one.
A gust of wind rustled the leaves above, and the fallen leaves below seemed to dance with the wind.
“…Mom?” Luo Xingyu didn’t understand, but felt instinctively afraid, subconsciously gripping Luo Wenshu’s hand.
“Don’t be afraid,” Luo Wenshu patted his head.
“You are not a cultivator,” a male voice suddenly came from the side, like a clear spring in the pines, clear and pleasant.
Luo Wenshu followed the sound and saw a tall figure appear where there was nothing before.
It was the man in a black suit she had seen at the intersection where the car accident occurred last night.
Today he changed his clothes, wearing a tea-white gown, the buttons neatly fastened, looking like an old scholar, cultured and polite.
However, he had an iron chain wrapped around his hand, dragging a strong man, who emanated a fierce aura, his eyes ferocious, obviously resisting, yet making no sound.
Not that he didn’t want to, but he couldn’t.
The black chain tightly bound his neck, silencing him; no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t shake it off.
This was Luo Xingyu’s first time seeing such a scene; he hid behind Luo Wenshu in fear, yet stubbornly peeked out, cautiously watching.
The man in the gown looked at Luo Wenshu and asked, “Why were you able to avoid all those earlier incidents?”
Last night at the intersection when collecting souls, Xie Fei felt a gaze on him.
In the end of Dharma era, magic is dwindling, and the world’s spiritual energy is thin.
Already few, cultivators have become even rarer, and those with true skills are even fewer.
Under these circumstances, encountering someone who could see him and dare to look at him directly was unexpected to Xie Fei.
Following the gaze, he found it was an ordinary person without any cultivation, not even initiated.
Moreover, the person’s expression and gaze didn’t change, making Xie Fei doubt if he was mistaken.
Soon the person looked away; Xie Fei wasn’t usually curious, and the matter was dropped.
Unexpectedly, he met her again on the street.
Overnight, the woman was shrouded in a strong ominous aura; she was nearing death.
Sure enough, accidents quickly ensued.
A flower pot falling from above, a malfunctioning motorcycle, a wanted fugitive…any one could kill her.
Xie Fei found it unusual but had no sympathy.
Birth, old age, sickness, and death were predetermined.
Xie Fei initially stayed, intending to take the soul along, saving his subordinates a trip.
However, the woman avoided every fatal accident.
Even Xie Fei couldn’t understand how.
She was just an ordinary person, unable to see fate and avoid it.
Was she blessed with good fortune?
But if she had divine protection, why was she shrouded in an ominous aura?
Xie Fei became curious and followed her, seeing what happened outside the school.
Before the woman started writing, Xie Fei thought she was just a human pretending to be a spiritual master, without any cultivation, how could she draw talismans?
Not to mention the poor quality yellow paper and red pen.
However, when the pen touched the paper, everything changed.
Xie Fei clearly felt that each stroke contained pure spiritual energy; this seemingly uncultivated ordinary person had truly drawn a talisman, and a high-quality one at that.
Xie Fei vaguely felt that the woman might have seen him last night.
He followed her to a secluded corner of the park, having a premonition.
Sure enough, she knew of his presence.
Because of this, Xie Fei was even more puzzled; he wanted to know what secrets she held.
“Cultivation is not limited to form,” Luo Wenshu smiled in response.
Unlike the perfunctory smile she showed Jin Youqian, Luo Wenshu was genuinely smiling.
Xie Fei listened quietly.
Luo Wenshu wasn’t about to beat around the bush, getting straight to the point, “Collecting souls should be left to lesser spirits, not for the adults…”
Speaking, her gaze didn’t avoid his eyes, “May I ask for your explanation?”
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