"Naming?"
Zhao Yan scratched the back of her head. If it was something else, she could handle it.
But when it came to naming, she was truly stumped. She had spent a long time thinking about shop signs before.
After Zheng Qinqin was taken away by the ghost messenger, the lights above her head finally turned on.
The electrician had checked several times, but couldn't find the source of the problem.
"Miss Zhao, has Zheng Qinqin left?" Lan Jing asked.
"She's gone. She asked me to name her child."
"How about Zheng Siqin?"
"Everything will be as Miss Zhao decides," Lan Jing said.
Lan Jing quickly found Zheng Qinqin's mother and called her, explaining the situation.
Zhao Yan and the others waited for a while, and Zheng Qinqin's parents arrived.
"She looks just like Qinqin when she was little," Mother Zheng said, wiping her tears.
"Mrs. Zheng, her name is Zheng Siqin," Zhao Yan said.
Zheng Qinqin's parents didn't know what to say, their expressions towards Zhao Yan filled with gratitude.
Zhao Yan quickly called out, "Let's go, Brother Lan."
She was afraid that Zheng Qinqin's parents would keep thanking them, and she couldn't handle such enthusiastic gratitude.
After leaving the hospital, Lan Jing took out his phone and said, "Miss Zhao, you've been busy all day. I'll transfer the money to you."
Zhao Yan replied, "You don't need to give me that money. Brother Lan, please use that money to buy some baby supplies and send them to the child."
As she spoke, Zhao Yan took out a talisman and said, "Give her this protective talisman as well."
Captain Liu sighed, "Miss Zhao is truly a good person."
Zhao Yan looked at the time; it was just past six in the morning.
She stretched, then called Wu Jiaxin to have her drive over.
After getting into the car, Zhao Yan said goodbye to Lan Jing and Captain Liu.
Wu Jiaxin asked as she drove, "Sister Zhao, do you think the old man who performed the blood sacrifice was a good person or a bad person?"
Zhao Yan shook her head, "It's hard to say. If you say he wasn't a bad person, he used the method of blood sacrifice. If you say he was a bad person, he used Taoist magic to save the baby in the womb."
"Perhaps he was providing a way for those who couldn't get revenge?" Wu Jiaxin mused.
Zhao Yan didn't reply. This was not something to jump to conclusions about too quickly.
Upon arriving at Wang Xianzhi's villa, Zhao Yan slept in a guest room.
She slept until past four in the afternoon and then woke up.
She stretched, got out of bed, and practiced a set of fist techniques.
At 4:50, Zhao Yan touched her stomach and went downstairs to eat.
"Master is awake," Wang Xianzhi said with a smile, seeing Zhao Yan come down.
"Yes, is there anything to eat? I need something to tide me over," Zhao Yan said.
Wang Xianzhi clapped his hands, and several chefs emerged from the kitchen, carrying dishes.
"Everything has been prepared for Master. It's always warm."
Zhao Yan replied, "You're very thoughtful."
Wang Xianzhi pulled out a chair and sat next to Zhao Yan.
"Master, I have some huge news for you. Han Lin is dead."
Zhao Yan's face showed surprise, "So soon?"
She had thought the poison from the spirit mushroom would take months to take effect.
"I heard Han Lin was too impatient and wanted to absorb the spirit mushroom completely within two days. He was immediately overwhelmed by the poison."
"Furthermore, his five vengeful spirits were destroyed by you, Master, causing a backlash, adding injury to injury."
Zhao Yan nodded, "No wonder."
As the saying goes, haste makes waste.
"Are his disciples at his Taoist temple planning to cause trouble for us?"
Wang Xianzhi shook his head, "With Han Lin dead, his disciples are busy fighting over his property and have no time to bother with us. Moreover, they all believe Han Lin's death was due to his impatience and rushing the absorption of the spirit mushroom, which caused a backlash from the mushroom's yang energy, forming a yang poison in his body."
Zhao Yan breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't afraid of Han Lin's disciples.
Han Lin had too many disciples, and if they targeted her, it would be troublesome to deal with.
She couldn't afford to waste all her time on Han Lin's disciples.
"Han Lin is truly unfortunate. After his death, no one even helped to collect his body. The disciples who outwardly respected him revealed their true natures once he was gone."
"It's even rumored that some disciples who hated Han Lin did things to insult his corpse."
Zhao Yan remarked, "Human nature is often like this."
After finishing their meal, Wang Xianzhi wanted Zhao Yan to visit his Taoist temple.
Zhao Yan thought about it and agreed. As his master, it was her duty to inspect her disciple's business.
Getting into the car arranged by Wang Xianzhi, Zhao Yan went to Jing Shi Bei Dao Street. Jing Shi was a place where every inch of land was valuable, and it was indeed extravagant for Wang Xianzhi to have a Taoist temple in such a location.
According to Wang Xianzhi, at his level, making money was no longer a concern.
Instead, he was more passionate about Taoist practices.
"Don't make too much of a fuss," Zhao Yan reminded him.
She was worried Wang Xianzhi would call dozens of people with loudhailers, which would be incredibly awkward.
"Very few people know about this," Wang Xianzhi said.
Zhao Yan hummed softly and walked up the steps.
Wang Xianzhi mentioned that five years ago, the temple's business was quite good.
However, after the old master of the temple passed away, the new temple master did not learn the essence of the old master's teachings, causing the number of people offering incense to gradually decrease.
When he took over the temple, there was only the temple master left.
Zhao Yan curiously pointed to the people offering incense and noticed there were quite a few. She asked, "Haven't you learned any skills? Why are there so many people offering incense after you took over?"
Wang Xianzhi smiled and said, "That's where the trick lies."
As he spoke, he pointed to the old men and women offering incense.
"Do you see, Master? Those old men and women are all hired by me. They get fifty yuan a day, and all they have to do is come and offer incense."
"When others see so many people offering incense at this temple, they think it must have some special ability. Most people don't have any major issues; they're just here to join the crowd."
"Since they're here, they'll inevitably spend money on incense, candles, and other items."
Zhao Yan showed an expression of understanding. Although Wang Xianzhi was old, his mind was still quite sharp.
It was like when buying a house; if one saw many buyers flocking to purchase, other buyers would assume the developer was reliable. Only after buying would they discover they were the only ones.
"Master, this is the staff's work area. Further ahead is the antique shop. I not only deal in mystical matters but also in antiques."
Seeing that Wang Xianzhi's shop had quite a few customers, Zhao Yan reminded him, "Little Wang, you need to learn your skills quickly and not engage in any fraudulent activities."
"If you do too much of that, there will be a backlash."
Wang Xianzhi said earnestly, "Don't worry, Master. Since I became your disciple, I no longer accept things I don't understand. I'm focusing on the right path."
"You are teachable!"