Chen Guang rubbed his wrist in pain, his face blank. "Is this guy crazy? Damn it, what bad luck."
He felt the whispers around him, seeing his embarrassing predicament of failing to hit someone and being knocked down instead. Chen Guang's ears turned red. Fortunately, his secretary arrived with the car. Chen Guang hurried into the car, scolding the secretary for being late and taking out his anger on him. Although the secretary didn't know what had happened, he didn't care about being scolded, as he was used to it.
"Drive faster, what are you waiting for?" Chen Guang said with a cold face.
"Yes, Mr. Chen." The secretary drove away.
Meanwhile, not far from the commercial building, by a corner street, Zhang Wei stood watching the car leave.
A moment later, Wu Nian walked over. Before Wu Nian could say anything, Zhang Chao stepped forward, almost laughing tears: "Damn, Wu Nian, you were so damn cool just now. I never knew that maintaining a poker face and calmly scolding someone could be so infuriating."
Wu Nian's expressionless face paused, and he clasped his hands together helplessly. "Amitabha, sin, sin. This is all Zhang Wei's idea. Little monk... Buddha, please forgive me."
Zhang Wei chuckled and walked over, patting Wu Nian on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Wu Nian. This is all for that poor ghost collecting cans to treat his mother. Besides, isn't there a saying, 'Wine and meat pass through the intestines, Buddha remains in the heart'?"
"The Buddha will forgive your actions today, and perhaps even be pleased and grant your wish, taking Chen Guang's entire family away tonight. Zhang Chao, am I right?"
"I agree with Zhang Wei," Zhang Chao chimed in. "The Buddha is merciful. That ghost is so filial. If I were the Buddha, I would definitely descend on a lotus overnight, use my prayer beads to strangle Chen Guang, smash the heads of his entire family with my alms bowl, and take them away overnight, leaving no one behind."
Wu Nian clasped his hands together. "Amitabha, sin, sin. Venerable Buddha, please forgive my two friends for their unrestrained words." Seeing Zhang Wei and Zhang Chao getting more carried away, Wu Nian changed the subject. "Zhang Wei, what should we do next? Do I still need... need... need to be used by the little monk?"
"No need, leave the rest to me." Zhang Wei grinned, revealing a row of white teeth. "If I let you do more, I'm afraid the Buddha will get angry and think I'm leading you astray."
...
A long time later.
Outside a five-star hotel.
"Mr. Chen, we've arrived," the assistant said, opening the car door.
Chen Guang nodded and got out of the car. Just as he was about to enter the hotel, a voice called out. Chen Guang stopped and looked behind him.
"Excuse me, sir, please wait a moment." Zhang Wei walked towards him with a friendly smile.
"Who are you?" Chen Guang asked, looking at Zhang Wei, whom he didn't recognize.
Zhang Wei smiled. "Hello, my name is Zhang Wei. Let me introduce myself, I come from Mount Wutai, and I am a lay disciple. As they say, meeting is fate. I was just passing by and noticed your forehead is dark..."
The moment the words "forehead is dark" were uttered, Chen Guang's face twitched. As if suffering from PTSD, he reacted immediately and shouted: "Damn it! Another lunatic? Is this a group scam?! Xiao Li, call the police, and get the hotel security to apprehend this person."
Secretary Xiao Li was confused. "Huh? Call the police?"
"Didn't you hear me tell you to call the police? This is a scammer. Just now, another lunatic monk also told me my forehead was dark and demanded 100,000 yuan from me. Damn it, this is a fraud ring." Thinking of his recent predicament, Chen Guang cursed loudly.
Zhang Wei stopped Xiao Li from making the call. "I say, sir, calm down. What lunatic monk? What 100,000 yuan? What are you talking about? Wait, are you talking about a handsome monk?" As he spoke, Zhang Wei even showed Chen Guang a photo of Wu Nian.
"Yes, it's him. Damn it, you are indeed a group. Xiao Li, hurry up and call the police."
"Sir, don't be nervous. That's my senior brother. He's not a scammer. He's just been dating a nun online recently and is a bit short on cash, so he asked you for money. Otherwise, he usually helps people for free." Zhang Wei said unhurriedly. "Of course, I'm not saying I want money from you. I'm just telling you that your forehead is dark, and you might face a disaster involving bloodshed. However, meeting is fate, and I can help you resolve it. Don't worry, I don't want money."
Upon hearing this, Chen Guang was taken aback and couldn't help but look at Zhang Wei more closely. "You don't want money? What do you mean?"
"I mean I don't want money. I know you're angry, sir. After all, anyone would be angry if they were told they would face a disaster involving bloodshed. I understand." Then, under Chen Guang's strange gaze, Zhang Wei borrowed a pen and paper from the secretary Xiao Li and wrote down his phone number. He then took out a yellow talisman.
"This is my phone number, and this is a protective talisman that can save your life at a critical moment."
"If you feel you need help, you can call me anytime, and I'll help you. Don't worry, I don't want money, it's free. Alright, I'm leaving now." With these words, Zhang Wei swaggered away.
"This..." Chen Guang was stunned. He only came back to his senses after Zhang Wei had gone far away. He subconsciously looked at the phone number in his hand. "What's going on?"
"Uh, Mr. Chen, if you ask me, I don't know either." Secretary Xiao Li was even more bewildered. What was going on? Had they encountered con artists? But it didn't seem like it. They didn't ask for money. Were they reclusive masters? Was it possible? The two looked at each other blankly. Shaking his head, Chen Guang decided not to think about it further. He casually put the paper in his pocket and entered the hotel. The priority now was the dinner banquet.
...
Late at night.
In a high-end residential area in Luxia City.
Chen Guang was helped into his home by his assistant, Xiao Li. He had drunk a lot at the banquet and was a bit dazed. After vaguely sending Xiao Li away, Chen Guang lay down on the bed to sleep. Time ticked by. Drip. When the digital clock on the bedside table showed 1:00 AM, Chen Guang, still groggy from the alcohol, shook his head. He had drunk too much and, upon waking, felt very thirsty. He called out from the bed, "Wife, pour me a glass of water, I'm so thirsty."
But as soon as he spoke, Chen Guang suddenly remembered that his wife and child were not here; they had gone back to their hometown, and he was alone in the house. Thinking of this, Chen Guang prepared to get out of bed. But at that moment, a glass of water was handed to him. Seeing this, Chen Guang was stunned and instinctively reached out to take the glass, thinking his wife had poured him water. "Huh? Wife, did you come back from your parents' place so quickly? Didn't you say you wouldn't be back until next week... Huh?!"
At this moment, the room lights were off, but by the moonlight from outside the window, Chen Guang dimly saw the figure by the bedside handing him the glass of water. The shoulders were broad, and the build was in no way like his wife's. Moreover... He took the glass of water and touched the other person's hand. It was an incredibly cold hand, with a temperature like ice, which sobered Chen Guang up by half. This was definitely not a human temperature. At that instant, Chen Guang opened his groggy eyes and looked. His pupils contracted sharply: "Ah————Ghost!!!!!!!" His scream was filled with terror. He saw clearly the figure standing by the bedside handing him water. It wasn't his wife! It was a 'man', with half his face bloody and his skin mottled with corpse spots, holding a glass of water and smiling at him. Even though half of his face was rotten, Chen Guang still recognized it as Xiao Wang, the former employee who had died in an accident not long ago. At this moment, a terrified scream echoed through the room.
...