Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?-Chapter 959 - 955: Paying Respects
Jiang Yuanliu’s ancestors were renowned yin yang masters in Xijing.
Relying on Feng Shui divination and the ability to communicate with yin and yang, the Jiang family indeed enjoyed many prosperous days.
However, as society developed, fewer people believed in them, even to the point of hiding their identities, not daring to proclaim their skills to outsiders. It wasn’t until recent years that the regulations loosened somewhat, and their prosperity returned. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
Relying on ancestral skills, Jiang Yuanliu became a guest in the homes of some officials and nobles.
The wealthier and more powerful one is, the more they fear losing, fear death, thus the more they believe in these things.
Of course, these people are not all fools. Without some real skill, he’d probably have been devoured to the bone long ago.
Fortunately, Jiang Yuanliu does have skill, in the entire Xijing City, the number of people wanting to meet him is as numerous as the fish in the river, innumerable.
Countless wealthy people wave money, hoping to see him and get some guidance in person.
But this is still within the country, so even with widespread reputation, Jiang Yuanliu did not dare be too wild, thus his fame always spread within a small circle.
Yet even so, those wanting to meet him, invariably do so with gifts in hand, visiting him personally.
Today, however, he himself is going to visit a young man. If some of Xijing City’s wealthy knew, they’d drop their jaws in shock.
The driver parked the car outside the Wanghu Hotel, and with a bit of unease, Jiang Yuanliu stepped out of the car.
He took a deep breath to calm himself, then looked over his attire to check for anything inappropriate, lest he be impolite when he meets Mr. Shen.
In his lifetime, he’s met countless officials and nobles, but never felt as nervous as he does now.
After all, someone able to command Ghost Messengers likely holds a high status in the Underworld. Though he can communicate with yin and yang, encountering such a being truly suspected to be ghost gods, no amount of decorum is too much.
Seeing nothing inappropriate, Jiang Yuanliu took a deep breath and walked into the hotel lobby.
Although Jiang Yuanliu is seventy-eight this year, he is still agile and walks with his head held high, exuding an extraordinary presence.
Seeing him, the hotel receptionist immediately approached.
"Are you here to stay, old sir?"
A young lady in professional attire asked respectfully.
Jiang Yuanliu shook his head: "No, I’m looking for someone."
"Looking for someone?"
The receptionist seemed slightly confused, then asked: "Are you looking for a Mr. Shen?"
"Yes, yes..."
Jiang Yuanliu’s face lit up, it seems Mr. Shen had already informed them.
"Please follow me, Mr. Shen is waiting for you at the bar."
The receptionist led Jiang Yuanliu inside, revealing a café beside the ground floor lobby, where coffee, beverages, and snacks were offered free to guests for rest or small gatherings.
Though it was morning, some people were already sitting in the café, whispering, checking their phones, or handling work on laptops...
As soon as Jiang Yuanliu entered the café, his gaze immediately fell upon a young man sitting near a window.
No introduction from the hotel staff was needed; he instantly recognized the person he wished to greet as Mr. Shen.
To others, Shen Siyuan seemed just like an ordinary young man with gentle demeanor, wearing simple casual attire, holding a cup of unfinished coffee while reading a book, seemingly no different from a common person.
But in Jiang Yuanliu’s eyes, the scene was completely different.
He saw a faintly multicolored halo surrounding Shen, unlike anything ordinary, flowing like water to envelop him completely, even the surrounding air seemed tinged with warmth.
What shook Jiang Yuanliu even more was the faint round glow at the back of Shen Siyuan’s head, not dazzling, but with an indescribable solemnity and divinity, akin to the Buddha descending to the Mortal World, evoking involuntary reverence, making one cautious even when breathing.
Jiang Yuanliu, having lived for seventy-eight years, has seen many strange phenomena with his Yin Yang Eye, but even the greatest elders in his family had only faint spiritual light, never had anyone displayed such a powerful aura as Shen Siyuan.
Instantly he understood, the person before him might be a true "Divine embodied in the Mortal World", being granted an audience was an immense fortune.
"That is Mr. Shen, old sir."
The receptionist’s voice pulled Jiang Yuanliu from his shock, but his gaze remained fixed on Shen Siyuan, his hands unconsciously tightened on the cloth bag, palms sweating.
"Thank you, young lady, I’ll walk the rest of the way myself."
Jiang Yuanliu’s voice carried a barely noticeable tremble, he took a deep breath, adjusted his robe, and carefully smoothed its corners before reverently taking steps towards Shen Siyuan.
With each step, his reverence grew; the initial unease had been replaced by awe, leaving only wholehearted devotion.
Seeming aware of his arrival, Shen Siyuan slowly raised his head, his gaze landing on Jiang Yuanliu, the corners of his mouth curled with a gentle smile: "Mr. Jiang, it’s been a long journey, please sit."
Seeing that smile, Jiang Yuanliu felt the halo of merit around him seemed even more radiant, warmth spread to his limbs, dissipating much of his previous tension.
But he dared not show any negligence, he approached the table, bowed deeply, hands clasped before him, bending so low as to almost parallel the table, speaking with utmost respect: "I, Jiang Yuanliu, greet God...Mr. Shen! It is my great fortune to be received by you, sir!"
He initially intended to address "God Shen", but swallowed the words at the last moment.
Fearing to be too presumptuous, risking displeasure. Shen Siyuan noticing this, raised his hand slightly: "No need for formalities, old sir, sit and let’s talk."
The café patrons noticed his strange conduct and curiously looked over, but Jiang Yuanliu didn’t mind, cautiously pulling out a chair to sit.
He only dared to occupy half the chair, slightly leaned forward, hands placed on his knees, as deferential as a student before a teacher.
Stealing a glance once more at the halo around Shen Siyuan, still profoundly shaken, he hesitated a moment before speaking: "Mr. Shen, I... these unworthy eyes were able to glimpse scenes hidden to ordinary people. Just now, I saw a colorful halo around you, a divine glow at your head—surely you are no ordinary man, but...rather a true Divine embodied in the Mortal World, right?"
Shen Siyuan heard but did not affirm, merely smiled lightly: "No need to delve into my identity, old sir. I’ve asked you here to ascertain your questions about the Netherworld. Previously, whatever you asked through the youth, if I can answer, I shall tell you."
