Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation

Chapter 1730 - 947: Master!

Jiang Ning and his companions hadn’t taken a few steps when the sound of an engine suddenly came from behind.

A black Audi pulled up in front of Uncle Tang’s house, and as the car door opened, a young woman got out first, followed by a middle-aged man with a beard.

He was dressed in a yellow Taoist robe, holding a horsetail whisk, exuding an aura of immortality.

"Oh, oh, Master Meng, you’re here!" Uncle Tang clutched his old waist and greeted him respectfully.

Master Meng had a grand demeanor. He lifted his eyelids slightly and said, "You must be the elderly gentleman plagued by illness, right?"

Grandpa Shennong nodded quickly and led him towards his house.

Mr. Qian was at the door eating sunflower seeds and introduced, "That’s Master Meng, very famous around here. Not only can he tell fortunes, but he can also heal illnesses."

Chen Siyu was curious, "Really, is he that amazing?"

Mr. Qian’s eyes were sharp, "There was an elderly person who went missing in the village to the south. The family couldn’t find them after searching for several days. Later, they sought out Master Meng, who simply said ’South’. The family searched southward and soon found their lost relative."

Chen Siyu was astonished, "Did he pierce through the mystery of the heavens?"

Next to them, Butcher Zhang scoffed, "What nonsense? Ba Wang!"

The Black Back Wolf Dog barked, "Woof!"

Butcher Zhang extended two fingers and flicked them, "Go!"

As he spoke, the Black Back Wolf Dog kicked its hind legs and rushed towards Master Meng at full speed.

Chen Siqing was stunned, ’Oh my God, Jiang Ning, are your neighbors that ferocious? Setting dogs on people in broad daylight!’

A vicious dog pounced, carrying the aura of a beast. An ordinary person would be frightened, perhaps paralyzed with fear.

Yet Master Meng only slightly shook his robe.

Just as Ba Wang neared, the dog’s face twisted in pain. It turned around and ran back, sneezing twice.

Butcher Zhang was dumbfounded, "What happened to my beloved dog?"

Master Meng’s face remained neutral. He’s been doing rural business for years, well-prepared for such things.

What’s there to fear from a dog?

"Oh, Master Meng, my back hurts!" Uncle Tang complained, "It’s an old ailment. The hospital can’t fix it, and it’s been so painful lately that I can’t sleep."

Master Meng said, "It’s not a bone or muscle injury, but because your three souls are unstable, and there’s an earthly evil entangled around your waist, causing the pain!"

Uncle Tang kept nodding, "Right, right, I’ve been so angry and cursed lately, I’ve caught something bad!"

Master Meng said, "No problem, let me perform a ritual. A bowl of talisman water will cure it."

Xue Yuantong, not catching pigeons, whispered, "Talisman water mustn’t be cheap, right?"

Mr. Qian marveled, "Old Tang is usually stingy, yet he’s willing to spend money to see the master for treatment."

From what he knew, a bowl of talisman water from Master Meng costs a hundred and eighty.

Xue Yuantong said, "How is Uncle Tang stingy? When he plays cards, he can easily lose several hundred at a time."

"So, is this master really that powerful?" Chen Siyu was curious.

Mr. Qian said, "As far as I know, in several nearby villages, the elderly who don’t trust hospitals love to buy talisman water from Master Meng, and he has a good reputation."

"You saw Ba Wang’s reaction earlier... Even I, with a traditional education, am skeptical."

Chen Siyu was thrilled, "That’s great!"

She ran over and asked, "Master, can I ask when I’ll win five million in the lottery?"

Master Meng glanced at her, calculated with his fingers, "The day you beat me at rock-paper-scissors is the day you win five million."

Chen Siyu was overjoyed, thinking this was simple; play a few dozen rounds, and she’d surely win once!

"Come on!"

Master Meng said calmly, "You start first."

Chen Siyu knew he was joking and returned, disappointed, to her sister’s side.

Xue Yuantong pondered, "I thought masters were usually over eighty years old. Master Meng seems too young."

Mr. Qian said, "That’s his disciple in front, the one that girl was talking about. Her master is just a head of white hair away from becoming an Immortal Master. If he stopped telling fortunes now and traveled for fifty years before returning, he’d be an Immortal Master."

Chen Siyu said, "Nonsense, live another fifty years and you’d be dead; that’s how you’d become immortal!"

Mr. Qian glanced at the young girl. He had taught for many years and encountered twins before, but why did this little girl seem both clever and not?

Master Meng was performing a ritual in the yard, jumping and singing.

In the end, he asked everyone to leave, leaving only him and his disciple in the yard.

Uncle Tang and Mrs. Tang had to wait outside.

Chen Siyu wanted to watch and learn how they performed the ritual, but unfortunately couldn’t enter the yard.

Xue Yuantong had a bright idea, "Come with me!"

She sneaked back home, brought out a tablet, and Chen Siyu looked puzzled.

Xue Yuantong explained, "I just installed cameras for Uncle Tang. Now I can connect using the tablet."

She tapped on the software, opened it, and the view of the small yard unfolded before their eyes.

The female disciple chanted scriptures on the side, guarding the door.

And Master Meng took out a blister pack of medicine, pressed out capsules, and poured them into the water bowl.

Chen Siyu was dumbfounded.

After the medicine was added, the ritual ended.

His disciple then let Uncle Tang in, and Master Meng picked up the bowl, "Drink!"

He simultaneously murmured the Tao Te Ching, dispelling evil spirits.

Afterward, Uncle Tang respectfully offered two hundred-dollar bills, and the disciple gave him twenty in change.

Having finished, Master Meng maintained his immortal-like demeanor and walked towards the Audi car.

At that moment, a thought struck him, and he turned to look at the twins. If he had two disciples like them to bolster his image, his future prospects would be great!

Master Meng deliberately frightened them, "Both of your destinies are unclear, and I’m afraid there’s a great catastrophe in your future!"

Chen Siyu felt he was being mean and ignored him.

Master Meng didn’t mind, as he had already tapped into the River Dam Bungalow’s market. He expected future opportunities to visit—each time, he’d scare them!