“It might have been caused by something unclean, or maybe you were cursed by someone. Otherwise, why would you still not have gotten better after taking so much medicine?” said Fang Menghan.

  “I-Is that r-really so?” asked Yang Yuhui anxiously.

  “Whether someone hates you and cursed you, or whether you encountered something unclean, Senior Brother, I think you should find someone who knows the mystical arts to come and take a look,” suggested Fang Menghan.

  Yang Yuhui seemed to have been granted a new lease of life. However, he didn’t know anyone who was proficient in the mystical arts.

  “Senior Brother, I know a Daoist priest from my hometown’s Daoist temple. This priest has profound skills in the mystical arts. Whenever people in my hometown need help, they go to him,” said Fang Menghan.

  “But…” Fang Menghan looked embarrassed.

  “Wh-what?” Yang Yuhui became agitated, and the corners of his mouth became even more crooked. Saliva dribbled right down.

  Fang Menghan frowned, her eyes flashing with disgust as she wiped the corners of Yang Yuhui’s mouth with the handkerchief.

  Yang Yuhui stared at Fang Menghan fixedly, before she reluctantly said, “It’s just that the Daoist priest doesn’t leave the mountain at all.”


  “The Daoist priest doesn’t care about mortal affairs at all. He just wants to cultivate.”


  Yang Yuhui looked a bit skeptical. The priest was even cultivating to become an immortal?

  Upon seeing that Yang Yuhui was a little suspicious, Fang Menghan calmly said, “We can also find some other Daoist priests to come and see. If there’s really something wrong, we can invite the priest over to fix it.”


  Yang Yuhui thought it over before nodding in agreement. Every new path was another hope.

  “Then, shall I contact the Daoist priest, Senior Brother?”


  Yang Yuhui nodded.

  When Fang Menghan turned around, she had a smile on her face. Then, she left the ward with her bag.

  Ning Shu hid outside the ward and listened to Yang Yuhui and Fang Menghan’s conversation. She couldn’t help but smile. Fang Menghan was trying to cheat Yang Yuhui of his money, right?

  What a good show. When he was successful, he was pursued by thousands of people. When he was down, his own woman planned on stomping on him and scraping even the oil off his body.

  It seemed that Fang Menghan didn’t love Yang Yuhui much.

  Yang Yuhui’s protagonist’s aura had been weakened, so his appeal to women was also reduced.

  All kinds of outstanding women favored Yang Yuhui because of his success.

  If Yang Yuhui was mediocre, these women would never have had anything to do with him.

  The strong had more resources. Beauty was also a kind of resource. What qualifications did the mediocre Yang Yuhui have to guard such resources?

  The current Yang Yuhui wasn’t qualified. He was almost completely disabled. If it wasn’t for the fact that he still had some money, Fang Menghan wouldn’t bother taking care of him like this.

  He drooled like an idiot and he couldn’t even go to the bathroom by himself.

  Yang Yuhui’s radiance was getting dimmer and dimmer.

  Fang Menghan found a Daoist-robe wearing Daoist priest. The priest had just walked into the ward when his expression changed drastically. He seemed as if he had seen something terrifying.

  Ning Shu found it very funny. Just because he was wearing a Daoist robe didn’t mean he was a Daoist priest.

  When Ning Shu saw the Daoist robe, she suddenly thought of Old Tao Cheng. Only someone like him was qualified to be called a Daoist priest.

  The Daoist priest trembled violently as he pointed his horsetail whisk at Yang Yuhui. After doing some fancy motions, he said with a profound look, “You’re being followed by something very powerful.”


  “This thing absorbs your essence. It will even make everything go wrong for you. Your life should have been incomparably smooth and you should have been very rich. But because this thing is following you, your fate has been affected,” the Daoist priest continued to speak nonsense.

  However, Yang Yuhui believed him. He had a system that could search for a lot of things, and these things were all equivalent to riches.

  Was something really following him!?

  Translator: Lili

  Translator: Kaho

  ?Chapter 1661: My Taoism Skills Are Too Shallow

  Yang Yuhui seriously contemplated the specious words that the Daoist priest found by Fang Menghan told him.

  Most of the people in the entertainment industry believed in destiny to a certain extent. Some people would become extremely popular, while others wouldn’t be able to make a name for themselves even when they died.

  Yang Yuhui had been in the entertainment industry for most of his life. He had even seen some stars sacrifice babies and practice witchcraft in order to become popular.

  Yang Yuhui didn’t know if it was a psychological effect, but he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as if there were a pair of eyes looking at him from a place he couldn’t see.

  Yang Yuhui’s emotions were in turmoil. The reason that everything was going wrong for him might really be due to some kind of an evil influence.

  “Daoist priest, what should we do? Can you remove the thing that is entangled with Senior Brother?” asked Fang Menghan anxiously.

  The Daoist priest shook his head, “My Taoism skills are too shallow, and this thing is too powerful. I can’t beat it. If I do, I might even anger him and put everyone in danger.”


  “I’m leaving now.” The Daoist priest left in a hurry, as if he was running for his life.

  Yang Yuhui was panicking internally. As he looked at Fang Menghan, his mouth became crooked and drool flowed out.

  Fang Menghan wiped the corners of his mouth with the handkerchief, and said with a fearful expression, “Senior Brother really is being followed by a harmful presence. What do we do now?”


  “Go find… that Daoist priest,” said Yang Yuhui with difficulty.

  Fang Menghan shook her head, “That Daoist priest won’t leave the mountain easily. I’ll call my parents and ask them to persuade him.”


  Yang Yuhui nodded quickly.

  Ning Shu just watched indifferently as these events unfolded. If Yang Yuhui really was cheated out of his money by Fang Menghan, his luck would decrease even more.

  Fang Menghan didn’t actually bring over a highly skilled Daoist priest from her hometown. That fake Daoist priest had repeatedly refused showily, saying that he didn’t want to mess with karma, especially since the evil presence around Yang Yuhui was just too powerful…


  They just wanted to strike fear in Yang Yuhui’s heart.

  Yang Yuhui had tried to invite the priest over several times and this matter had been brought up again and again, so the impression it left on his heart got deeper every time. This was especially so because everyone else seemed very scared as well. After a while, even Yang Yuhui himself would believe it to be real.

  Moreover, its importance would magnify infinitely in his heart. When Yang Yuhui recalled how during this period of time, everything really had gone wrong, he felt even more strongly that there was something following him.

  Yang Yuhui couldn’t eat or sleep. No matter how strongly Fang Menghan tried to persuade the Daoist priest to come down the mountain, the Daoist priest simply refused.

  Yang Yuhui said without hesitation, “N-no matter what his conditions are… I’ll agree to them all.”


  Fang Menghan told Yang Yuhui, “How about I personally go and ask the Daoist priest to come over? Asking through the phone isn’t sincere enough.”


  Yang Yuhui was now eager to change his current passive situation, so naturally, he agreed with Fang Menghan’s words.

  Fang Menghan packed her luggage, bought a ticket that same day, and left. After a few days, she returned, followed by an old Daoist man with a head full of silver hair and a beard that grew down to his chest.

  He had a bit of an immortal aura about him.

  Since the hospital forbade such practices, Yang Yuhui could only discharge himself from the hospital and go back to his place.

  The old Daoist priest inspected the house where Yang Yuhui lived. He said that the feng shui of this house was not good. The White Tiger’s presence was too fierce, and combined with the overflowing amount of Yang energy, the house was flooded with light, which would make it hard for those living in the house to control their tempers.

  In any case, he spewed a bunch of specialized terminology, causing Yang Yuhui to fall into a daze. Fang Menghan quickly asked, “Then what should we do now, priest?”


  “It’s better not to live in this house. Pick another apartment to live in,” said the Daoist priest, stroking his gray beard.

  Translator: Lili

  Translator: Kaho

  Kaho’s comment: Lili’s explanation of the sacrificing babies phenomenon: “there’s this thing called 养小鬼, which I just found on Baidu… so apparently, you kill and mummify a baby, and then you wrap gold leaf around it, and it’s supposed to bring you luck (???)”