The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity Chapter 261 - 258 Honey, I Was Wrong QAQ

Yao Jizhong still wanted to give her sothing; he didn’t want her to have troubled herself for nothing.

Shangguan Jing quickly advised, "If she says there is no need for paynt, then there’s no need to give anything. Qin Zhao surely isn’t in want of worldly possessions. We, who are engaged in cultivation, value the law of karma most of all. Being able to help you is in itself a good deed."

As a fellow mber of the Heavenly Master Sect, Shangguan Jing had recognized the rits bestowed upon Yao Jizhong, which was why he had helped him multiple tis. Offering assistance to such a kind soul, one whose soul radiated with golden light, was also forming a good connection.

"Alright, but I will always rember Qin’s kindness in my heart!"

Yao Jizhong looked at them gratefully, "If there is anything you need help with in the future, Qin, you can co to ; don’t be polite! I have been the Principal of the Imperial University for many years and still have quite a network of contacts."

By the ti they arrived in the village, it was just after lunchti.

And now, it was getting late.

They returned from the ancestral graveyard to Yao Jizhong’s ancestral ho, planning to spend the night there.

Yao Jizhong had paid a few villagers to help clean up the ancestral house, then borrowed so bedding so everyone could have a good night’s sleep.

At dinner, so villagers brought over dishes they had prepared.

Yao Jizhong had purchased ingredients intending to cook them dinner. With the dishes brought by the villagers, their al beca even more bountiful.

Just as they were about to eat, another villager brought over a pot of stewed at.

"Principal Yao, are you dining? I have brought you a dish; we just slaughtered a pig at ho."

The villager smiled at Yao Jizhong in a simple and honest way.

"You are all too kind, we hardly have space for more."

Yao Jizhong indicated the array of dishes on the table with a sowhat helpless expression.

"It’s quite cold, you could keep it and eat it tomorrow."

The villager insisted on leaving the stewed pork and occasionally glanced at Shangguan Jing.

Yao Jizhong, seeing the villager hesitate to speak, couldn’t help but ask, "Is there sothing you need help with?"

He didn’t often return to his hotown, especially after his parents’ deaths. But when his parents were alive, he used to visit frequently. If soone in the village needed help, he would assist them and had even sponsored several poor students in the village.

The villager looked a bit embarrassed, "Today, I heard you brought a Feng Shui master to look at the ancestral graveyard. I was hoping the master could do a favor and take a look at my ho."

"What’s happened at your place?"

He struggled to maintain his smile and sighed, "Last month, my son drowned while swimming in the river. I was working as a carpenter away from ho and had to rush back. My wife beca ill from grief, and I wanted to stay to care for her.

However, over this last month, a lot of accidents have occurred. I’ve had a few close calls with death. The elders in the village say that I’ve been having bad luck lately and suggest I should have a master take a look."

After finishing, he hesitated and looked towards Shangguan Jing.

"Can the Feng Shui master also do divination?"

He thought Shangguan Jing was the master Yao Jizhong had invited, given that Shangguan Jing looked the part with his beard and the deep grey overcoat he was wearing.

"Naturally, he can."

Shangguan Jing stroked his beard and studied the villager for a while.

"Your countenance, indeed, isn’t good. There does seem to be danger to your life ahead, but,"

Shangguan Jing furrowed his brow as he spoke.

"But what?"

The villager asked anxiously.

"But there is sothing protecting you."

Qin Zhao spoke up; she could more easily discern the differences in his facial features.

Shangguan Jing continued to stroke his beard, nodding in agreent with Qin Zhao’s words.

"Indeed, your Life Palace has encountered a disaster, but there is a thread of life remaining, likely related to your relatives. However, this thread of life is shrouded in a breath of the Dead Soul, which is truly peculiar."

"Because the person protecting him has already died."

That was why Qin Zhao had used the term "sothing" earlier, instead of saying soone was protecting him.

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, the villagers were startled.

He cald down after a while and thought of so things, which led him to realize what was happening.

"Could it be my deceased son? Ever since my son drowned, I often dream of him at night. He cries and tells to leave and never to co back.

But my child’s mother has fallen ill, and there’s no one to look after her, I can’t just leave. I still want to take on so carpentry work. Even though it doesn’t pay much here, the money is still needed for my wife’s dical expenses. Every little bit helps.

Every night before I do woodworking, my son cos to in a dream and tells not to touch the machinery. There are many machines to work with as a carpenter, and I don’t know which one he ans.

Once, I nearly got cut by one of the machines, but suddenly it fell over."

The more the villager spoke, the more excited he beca. He felt the one protecting him was his son!

"So Dead Souls can sense things that humans cannot. He is indeed protecting you."

Shangguan Jing said thoughtfully, then wondered, "But unprovoked, why would he want you to leave your ho and not co back? And you said you’ve recently had many accidents. Apart from being cut by machinery, what else has happened?"

"I also almost drowned one ti when I went to catch fish by the river. There used to be an old tree in my yard, and sotis I would do woodworking near the tree. Yesterday, out of the blue, the old tree fell down, nearly hitting ."

It was always a close call. With just a slight misstep, he could have died!

After hearing the villager’s description, both Qin Zhao and Shangguan Jing looked grave.

"An occasional accident might be excusable, but so many in one month is suspicious indeed. Tell your date and ti of birth, I’ll cast a divination for you."

Shangguan Jing took out his fortune-telling tools from his bag.

The villager was imnsely grateful and quickly told him his birth details.

Shangguan Jing, after all, was the skilled disciple of Shangguan Qiu.

It didn’t take long for him to get the results.

"It’s not an accident, it’s man-made."

Yao Jizhong spoke up in astonishnt, "There’s such a thing? Just a short ti after his son’s death, soone wants to take his life? That’s truly malicious."

"Isn’t what happened to you even more malicious?"

Shangguan Jing glanced at him, and Yao Jizhong couldn’t help sighing again.

"Can you help him?"

"Of course, we’ll go to his house after dinner."

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Principal Yao!"

The villager was overjoyed and thanked them profusely.

After dinner, Shangguan Jing asked Qin Zhao, "Do you want to join us?"

"Sure, let’s go together."

They were planning to stay in the village for the night, and since there was nothing to do after dinner, Qin Zhao decided to join them and see what was really going on in the villager’s house.

According to the villager’s description, his son’s soul might still be lingering in this world. His several close calls might be because his son was helping him behind the scenes.

But a soul that departs due to an accident usually doesn’t stay in this world unless there are hidden circumstances.

Just as they were about to leave, Qin Zhao received a friend request notification on WeChat.

It was sent by Chu Yan. She had deleted him, and he had sent several friend requests over the past few days.

The content of the friend request was:

"Baby, I was wrong QAQ"

There was also a friend request from the afternoon where, in the style of an academic paper, he had described his mistakes and apologized sincerely, concluding that he must not make them again.