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My mother’s attitude was nothing short of reverent, her tone filled with respect. She had never shown such devotion during the parent-teacher meetings at our school.
As I pondered this, a middle-aged man dressed in a black and white robe entered my room, guided by my mother. He appeared to be around fifty, sporting a small patch of beard on his lips. A black hat adorned his head, and he lightly waved a folding fan, exuding an air of ethereal grace.
When he saw me, a peculiar light flickered in his sharp and mysterious eyes. Nodding thoughtfully, he said, “I see.”
“Master, what do you mean by that?” My mother immediately fetched a chair for him to sit on, her manner completely transformed.
Once seated, the Master sat up straight, his demeanor and aura entirely different from ours. Suddenly, he closed his fan and pointed gently at Rice.
Rice yelped in fright, and in the next moment, he transformed into a snow-white steamed bun, wriggling on my lap. A line opened up on the bun’s surface: “Wuwu, Mommy.”
Gao Lele and Fang Xiaonan were so startled that they immediately ran away from me. “Wheat, what’s going on?”
I had no idea either. Holding the large white bun in my arms, I suppressed my annoyance and asked, “Who are you? Why did you turn my son into this?”
“Wheat,” my mother explained. “This is the Yin-Yang Master who saved your life years ago—Master Chen Tianming.”
The Master squinted his eyes and pinched the tip of his upturned beard. Then he pointed at Rice again with his fan, and Rice instantly returned to his human form.
“I thought you wouldn’t survive past eighteen,” the Master continued. “But yesterday I calculated it was your day of great joy. I thought perhaps the omens had changed and came to take a look. I didn’t expect you to have merged with a spirit.”
After Gao Lele and Fang Xiaonan composed themselves, they returned to sit beside me. This was the first time Rice had been turned into a bun; he usually transformed himself, so he was a bit frightened this time and nestled against my leg without daring to move.
Fang Xiaonan feigned bravery as she pinched Rice’s little face and asked Master Chen Tianming, “Isn’t he a ghost?”
“Indeed, I am a ghost,” Rice replied, sticking out his tongue at Fang Xiaonan. His tongue shot out long and licked her hand, startling her into pulling back with a squeal.
"A spirit that insists on becoming a ghost is not a good spirit. In the Three Realms, spirits are originally a rare existence, and pure spirits like you are even rarer. However, I have one question for you: your mother is not a spirit, so how could she give birth to such a pure spirit like you?"
"Mind your own business, Old Daoist with a Cow Nose," Rice retorted, holding back his breath but only managing to mutter that half-hearted insult. I was also quite curious about how I came to be.
"I'm not an old Daoist; I'm a Yin-Yang Master," Chen Tianming said as he stood up. "Since you are unwilling to speak, I will not press further. If the time is not right for you to share, then I will naturally know when it is. Farewell."
I felt somewhat speechless; if he understood this principle, why was he still talking?
"Master, Master! You're leaving so soon? Didn't you say there would be danger for Wheat today? I brought you here specifically to her room; you can't just leave!" My mother exclaimed as she grabbed Chen Tianming's sleeve.
Chen Tianming gently brushed her hand away with his fan. "There is a pure spirit present beside her; the groom's identity must be quite significant today. If that's the case, then the danger may not be as dangerous after all; it can be turned into safety."
"But the problem now is that my son-in-law is missing!" My mother lamented.
Chen Tianming paused and looked around, puzzled. "That shouldn't be the case. There is very strong Spirit Energy here; it definitely does not come from this Spirit Doll. Could it be emanating from the groom?"
Rice, still upset about being turned into a bun earlier, finally found an opportunity to mock the Yin-Yang Master. "My dad wouldn't let you sense any Spirit Energy."
I immediately felt an ominous premonition rise within me and anxiously asked, "Master, could it possibly be a ghost?"
However, Chen Tianming's next words eased my worries. "No, ghosts emit a different aura than spirits. Although ghosts also belong to the Spirit category, they exude an Eerie Aura. Most people cannot detect this Eerie Aura; sometimes it manifests as a foul smell—the stronger the smell, the heavier the ghost's resentment."
Fang Xiaonan's eyes widened in realization. "So does that mean there are many ghosts in the restroom?"
Chen Tianming's lips twitched slightly. "That foul smell is not the same as feces. Don't worry too much; it's highly likely that the groom is still here; we just can't see him. Let me open my heavenly eye and take a look."
After he finished speaking, we all quietly waited for him, but after a long time, we realized he was still motionless, only looking at me with an ambiguous expression, sometimes glancing at my mother.
"Master, aren't you going to open your heavenly eye? Hurry up," I urged anxiously. The longer Su Anrong was missing, the more uneasy I felt. At first, I thought he was doing it on purpose, but now I began to think things might not be that simple.
The master extended his hand, and just as I was puzzled, he bluntly said one word: "Money."
My mother was quite surprised. Previously, she had confidently told me that this Yin-Yang Master was great because he didn't charge her any money. But now he was actually asking for money; it felt like a slap in her face.
My mother's expression turned sour. "Master, isn't it a form of desecration to talk about money while doing such a sacred thing? Besides, you didn't charge Wheat before. Didn't you say that a true Yin-Yang Master doesn't rely on this for income?"
"That's because your husband has already given me money. He didn't want you to think you couldn't live without it, so he asked me to tell you those lies to create an illusion that the world is beautiful. But what era are we in? Who does anything for free anymore? I'm a Yin-Yang Master, and I make my living by reading the yin and yang and calculating destinies. If you want me to do it for free, wouldn't that starve me?"
My mother's face flushed with embarrassment as she quickly replied, "You're right, Master. I misunderstood you. This is the biggest red envelope I have on me; I was originally going to give it to the kids. Here, take it. Please hurry and open your heavenly eye to see where my son-in-law is." As she spoke, she forcefully stuffed a bulging red envelope into Chen Tianming's hands.
Chen Tianming directly placed the red envelope inside his clothing, closed his eyes as if brewing emotions, then flicked open a folding fan and held it against his forehead while muttering incantations I couldn't understand. The fan slowly moved away from his forehead.
"Ah!" He suddenly shouted, startling all of us. But what he said next left me both amused and exasperated: "How ridiculous! He's even more handsome than I was at his age!"
I couldn't help but follow his gaze. Although I saw nothing, I felt something deep inside me—a sharp pain and a strong premonition that Su Anrong was right here, watching me.
Chen Tianming sighed and said, "Clearly possessing such powerful Spirit Energy, yet unable to manifest physically—how strange. Has the groom done anything recently that would greatly deplete his spiritual energy?"
Upon hearing this, tears inexplicably streamed down my face as I nodded vigorously: "He made a Medicine Vessel for my friend and went to the underworld twice."
"Going to the underworld isn't a huge problem; spirits can enter and exit freely there. But what's this about making a Medicine Vessel for your friend?"
I carefully explained to Chen Tianming about Su Anrong becoming a Medicine Vessel for Siyuan. After hearing this, his expression changed drastically. "How can Hulaing become a Medicine Vessel for another ghost? One misstep could lead to divine retribution! You all are being reckless. The fact that he is still here and hasn't been cast into the Eighteen Layers of Hell is already the best outcome."
Chen Tianming was extremely angry. It was clear that receiving payment for his services had made him fully invested in our situation, pacing back and forth anxiously, muttering, "This is truly reckless."
"Master, please find a way to save him. You must save him," I pleaded. With every word he uttered about recklessness, my heart tightened a little more. Su Anrong often went missing and could be unreliable at times, but I had never imagined he could be so fragile. Today was supposed to be our wedding day, yet he couldn't even hold on. Now, I couldn't even see him.
Unbeknownst to me, he had already occupied my heart. In truth, I had long been unable to let go of him; I just stubbornly refused to admit it.
Garlic sauce, it’s all my fault. If I had known it would turn out like this, you should have just let me become a Medicine Vessel. After all, I was destined to be one. You knew it would cause great harm to your body; why did you still go through with it?
Chen Tianming suddenly stopped and looked at the empty space beside me. "What? He wants to apologize to you."
My heart tightened again as I hurriedly asked, "Master, are you talking to my husband? What is he saying?"
"He says he wants to apologize. Yesterday, he intentionally had someone buy out all your parents' vegetables so they would return early and see you in your wedding dress. He knew your mother would definitely pressure you into marrying him upon seeing you in it. But he didn't expect his body would give out so soon. He is sorry for forcing you into marriage while not even being able to attend the wedding."
How could I still be angry? My mind was consumed by his last words: "He can't even attend the wedding." Tears streamed down my face, ruining my makeup.
Rice unexpectedly remained strong, holding back tears while comforting me with a smile. "Mommy, don't cry. Daddy is so amazing; he will definitely be fine." As he spoke, he began to sob softly, "Daddy, why can't I see you either?"
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