Chapter 97: Chapter 97: The Ancestor Wants a Fortune Cat
Zhang ijuan knew that the old Taoist she was acquainted with really had so abilities.
But looking at the young girl’s age,
even if she had started cultivating from the womb, she likely wasn’t as skilled as the old Taoist.
Zhang ijuan didn’t know where she got the courage to claim so confidently that she was more reliable than the old Taoist.
But that statent sounded unreliable.
She subconsciously said, “Since the old Abbot is no longer here, then let’s forget it. I, I will think of another way myself.”
“You ca to find the old Taoist to look for soone?”, Jiangli interrupted her as she was about to leave, “To find your husband, to be precise, to find the culprit who hard your husband?”
Zhang ijuan was shocked and exclaid, “How… how do you know?”
“There’s a scar on your marriage palace, and next to it is a black mole; the black mole is an ominous sign. White mist curls around your temples as if white flowers are laced through your hair, which is indicative of mourning.”, Jiangli explained, “This shows that your husband must have died recently. But the hatred in your eyes is not directed at your husband, so it is possible that your husband died an unnatural death and you hate the person who killed him, right?”
Upon hearing this, Zhang ijuan’s eyes reddened and she nodded repeatedly, taking two quick steps forward, “Just as you said! Three days ago, my husband died. He was in a car accident on a rainy day and was hit by soone. The person who caused the accident fled the scene, resulting in my husband not being saved in ti. The surveillance cara on that stretch of road was broken, and we couldn’t find the driver at fault. So I wanted to ask the old Abbot to see if he could help find the murderer! Abbot, since you’ve figured it all out, do you also know who hard my husband?”
“Husband?” Jiangli raised an eyebrow.
Zhang ijuan, wiping the corners of her eyes, said, “Yes, my husband Qiang Hongtao.”
She said this subconsciously.
Without even thinking, why Jiangli would suddenly ask such a question.
“Where was the car accident? Take to see.”, Jiangli said as she walked outside.
Hope flickered in Zhang ijuan’s eyes. She had only co here to ask the old Taoist for help. She didn’t even know if the old Taoist would agree or when he could make the ti.
Yet she hadn’t expected to run into Jiangli, who agreed to accompany her right away.
Zhang ijuan was imnsely grateful and quickly followed Jiangli out.
“Abbot, I truly thank you. If we can really find the person who killed my husband, I will definitely reward Jiaoyang Temple generously.”, Zhang ijuan said excitedly.
Jiangli glanced at the toy in her hand, “A generous reward is not necessary. If we indeed find the murderer, I only want the toy you’re holding in your hand.”
Zhang ijuan was taken aback, looking incredulously at the toy in her hand, a ceramic Maneki-neko.
She was reluctant to part with it, clutching the Maneki-neko tightly, “This… this was the last gift my husband left . Abbot… could you perhaps choose sothing else? Anything else, a house, car, money, all can be arranged just so long as I can keep this item.”
Zhang ijuan looked at the Maneki-neko in her hand, her eyes welling up with tears as she murmured.
“I’m usually quite frugal, and I love saving money in various Maneki-nekos. Every ti my husband went on a business trip or it was our anniversary, he would always buy a Maneki-neko for , without fail. This ti was no exception. In a couple of days, it would be my birthday. He was supposed to co back from a business trip and brought a Maneki-neko from out of town. It truly is the most important thing to now…”
And it was indeed odd.
The car accident was severe, and Qiang Hongtao did not even make it to the hospital.
Yet, this ceramic Maneki-neko was not shattered in the accident but was preserved intact.
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