The Darling of Heaven Owns a Rip-off Shop-Chapter 195 - 19: Treasure on the Palm, Pig
After one man and one pig had eaten their fill, Yan Zhengya paid the bill, holding a toothpick between his lips, touched his belly, and asked the stall owner, "Could you kindly tell me how to get closer to the Prince Mansion in town? I mean the wealthy Wang Family."
The stall owner replied, "Ah, young Daoist, go straight through this street, turn left when you reach the fork, and you’ll find the mansion with the vermilion lacquered doors and high walls."
Yan Zhengya thanked the stall owner, picked up the hairy pig, and headed towards the mansion.
In about a quarter of an hour, Yan Zhengya arrived at the entrance of the Wang Family’s large household. Indeed, there was a faint demonic aura surrounding the courtyard; however, it seemed to fear some exorcising objects inside the mansion and did not linger long, so only extremely faint demonic aura was detectable. This demon did not seem to have profound skills.
After a round of notifying, the housekeeper warmly welcomed Yan Zhengya to the main hall. Not long after, a man in blue attire emerged from the back, with a gaunt face, a hook nose, and eyes that sparkled with intelligence. His appearance alone suggested he was not an easy person to deal with and was very shrewd.
"I am Wang Er, the eldest son of the Prince Mansion. Daoist, what brings you here?" This man only glanced at Yan Zhengya and asked coldly. In the past, many people had come to their doors to take advantage. The reason they didn’t drive him away was that the Daoist indeed carried a document with the second brother’s personal seal, yet the second brother was away, so they found him after he had just finished meeting with someone.
He never believed in ghosts or gods and naturally disdained Taoist skills, thinking they were all trickery, and categorized Daoists as mere charlatans. Naturally, he had no good expression facing Yan Zhengya, who came to his door.
Facing such a frosty question, Yan Zhengya answered directly, "I’m not here for anything; you are the ones who summoned me. If you are joking with me, please also settle today’s travel expenses, food costs, and lost wages, so I can leave. After all, there really isn’t much demonic aura in your mansion, it’s irrelevant." There wasn’t much demonic aura inside the mansion, but there was outside, though he felt it unnecessary to say more to such a person.
Wang Er was just about to retort rudely when a voice from the side room said, "Big brother," interrupting him. The person who came was also dressed in blue, looking like a scholarly gentleman, gently breathing while supporting his knees and waving, "Big brother, don’t be angry, I’m the one who invited the Daoist here. Recently, I’ve been having nightmares, and mother told me to find a Daoist to perform rituals to ward off evil."
Wang Er snorted, looking disdainful, "Since that’s the case, I have things to do, I’ll leave first. Instead of believing in this nonsense all day, it’d be better to do more work, and then you won’t dream when you’re tired." With that, he flicked his sleeve and strode out.
The scholarly gentleman let out a sigh of relief, quickly approached, bowed to Yan Zhengya, and said, "I am Wang Congshan. Please don’t mind my brother, Daoist. He never believes in ghosts or gods. I was delayed by something just now, which led to this embarrassment. I apologize to you on behalf of my family."
Yan Zhengya preferred such amiable people, so he softened his attitude and said, "No problem. Since I’ve met the master of the invitation, feel free to say what you need; I can exorcise the demon quickly."
Wang Congshan, however, said, "I kindly ask the Daoist to accompany me to another place; the demon to be dealt with is not in the mansion."
"Oh?" Yan Zhengya raised an eyebrow, noticing the wisp of demonic aura swirling above Wang Congshan’s head, and said, "Then let’s go."
Wang Congshan called for two horses, and the two mounted with one in front and the other following, riding off swiftly.
