I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 505 - 422 The little one has arrived_2

The bald man furrowed his brows.

"Why go through all this trouble? Should I just directly bring..."

Lin Quanzi waved his hand dismissively. "No. The Taoist School has its own rules. If we’re not careful and someone finds out and spreads the word, our Longhu Mountain would lose its standing."

Although that was his stated reason, Lin Quanzi wasn’t telling the whole story. If the bald man knew that Xia Liang was acquainted with several powerful figures in Qingyun City, he probably wouldn’t have the guts to agree to this task. However, what they didn’t know was that Xia Liang was even more terrifying than they imagined.

After a brief discussion, the bald man nodded. "Master Lin, you can count on me for this."

「Over an hour later, a car was speeding toward the estate.」

"Master Lin, look. It seems they’ve already started the work up ahead," the bald man said from the driver’s seat, pointing toward the estate for Lin Quanzi in the passenger seat.

"They’ve started work?"

Lin Quanzi, who had been resting with his eyes closed, snapped them open. After a moment, he thought about it and sneered. That Xia Liang is nothing special after all. He doesn’t have any sense of precaution whatsoever.

After all, while the two sides hadn’t torn away all pretense of civility, Lin Quanzi knew that Xia Liang must have sensed something. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been subtly targeted within the estate.

"Old Zhang, stop the car. I’m going to go up and check the feng shui of this place. Once I’ve confirmed it, get some men and proceed with the original plan. And remember, you must leave Qingyun City and lay low for a while. After all, this Xia Liang fellow has some skills," Lin Quanzi cautioned repeatedly.

This way, he, Lin Quanzi, could distance himself from the whole affair. No matter how capable Xia Liang was, the trail would only lead back to the bald man. By then, Old Zhang would have already left Qingyun City. Xia Liang would be completely helpless.

At least, that’s what Lin Quanzi thought. The car slowly pulled over, and he climbed the hill opposite the estate.

"A Bent Bow and Straight Arrow Evil?" Lin Quanzi looked toward the estate and chuckled lightly. "It’s a good thing this is just a patch of forest. If anyone were to live here, their family would be ruined and their lives lost!"

Lin Quanzi chuckled and shook his head, seeming slightly proud of himself for identifying this Bent Bow and Straight Arrow Evil.

However, just then, Lin Quanzi saw mirrors being propped up one by one on the opposite hillside. He suddenly felt an ominous sense of crisis.

Not good! Something’s wrong.

Lin Quanzi didn’t have time to think. He pulled a Taoist Eight Trigrams mirror from his clothes, but the mirror suddenly began to buzz and tremble violently.

CRACK!

The entire Eight Trigrams mirror instantly shattered into pieces!

Even the artifact gifted by my master couldn’t withstand it! What kind of feng shui formation is this? To have such power!

Lin Quanzi broke out in a cold sweat. Before he could process it, the terrifying pressure of the entire malignant formation bore down on him, frightening him so much that he didn’t dare move a muscle. He understood that he was now caught in the formation. The slightest movement could trigger a chain reaction, yet even standing still was fraught with danger.

Just then, something strange happened. A withered tree next to Lin Quanzi, as if it had finally rotted to its limit, came crashing down.

Lin Quanzi instinctively dodged to the side. The whole tree toppled, stirring up a gust of wind. But before he could react, he felt a sudden chill in his abdomen. Looking down, he saw that a branch on the ground had been propped up against a stone. Under the immense weight of the falling tree, the branch had been leveraged upward like a catapult, shooting up and piercing directly into his abdomen!

"Master Lin, are you alright?" Old Zhang, watching from the bottom of the slope, was startled by the sight and rushed to Lin Quanzi’s side, about to help him up.

"Don’t move! If you move, the bleeding will get worse," Lin Quanzi said with great effort.

"Master Lin, wait a moment, I’ll call an ambulance."

Old Zhang hurriedly made a call. Because they were far from the city, it took a long time for the ambulance to arrive. By then, Lin Quanzi had already lost consciousness.

From within the estate, Xia Liang had watched the entire scene unfold clearly.

Now that the junior is injured, the senior won’t be able to sit still for much longer, right? A playful smile touched the corners of his mouth as he watched Lin Quanzi being loaded into the ambulance.

He then waved his hand. "Tell the workers up there to cover the mirrors. The show is over."

Monk Ruoshan still looked worried. "Master Xia Tian, Lin Quanzi won’t..."

"Rest assured, he’s not dead yet," Xia Liang gestured dismissively. "Those mirrors are still a bit too small. If they were larger, the power of the Sickle Evil, amplified by the Evil Mirror, would have been even more ferocious."

He sighed with a hint of regret. "It’s a pity there aren’t any mirrors that large in Qingyun City. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have just pierced his abdomen—it would have been his chest, or maybe even his throat."

Beside him, Monk Ruoshan stood dumbfounded. He had never imagined that Xia Liang was actually aiming to kill.

"Amitabha." Monk Ruoshan pressed his palms together. "Master Xia Tian, to commit such a killing act creates heavy karma. I fear it will damage your karmic blessings."

Xia Liang gave a cold smile. "You’re always thinking of others, but have they ever tried to understand your difficulties? You should at least consider if the person is worth it. I had no intention of making them my enemies. As the saying goes, ’Repay injury with kindness.’ But if you do that, with what will you repay kindness?"

Monk Ruoshan was stunned. Repay injury with kindness... but then with what do you repay kindness?

Xia Liang nodded faintly. "I had no intention of making them my enemy. But since they came looking for trouble with me, Xia Liang, should I run and hide? That’s the act of a coward. Rules are rules, and principles are principles. Those who don’t abide by them deserve to be punished. Great Monk, you have a weakness: you are too merciful. They were the ones who broke the rules. They were the ones who moved against me first. As for the Old Meng Family’s feng shui? That was a simple case of being paid to avert disaster for a client. If they were truly capable, they would have countered my formation, not come after me personally. Great Monk, do you understand what I’m saying?"

Watching the ambulance drive away, Xia Liang sneered. "Repay injury with kindness, and with what will you repay kindness? Repay kindness with kindness, and with what will you repay injury?"

At his words, Monk Ruoshan’s head buzzed. He stood rooted to the spot, at a loss and even slightly angered. Xia Liang’s words fundamentally violated his Buddhist beliefs. The tenets of Buddhism had always centered on compassion. Didn’t the ancient story of Buddha cutting off his own flesh to feed an eagle perfectly illustrate this principle of repaying injury with kindness?

Thinking of this, Monk Ruoshan tried to argue, "Master Xia Tian, in ancient times, Buddha fed his flesh to the eagle. I, Ruoshan..."

Before he could finish, Xia Liang cut him off with a wave.

"Ruoshan, think about it. Buddha cut off his flesh to feed the eagle, but would the eagle be grateful? Helping and forgiving an ungrateful person is not virtue. Eagerly offering kindness to someone who snubs you, smiling even after they’ve stepped on your face—that’s not virtue, that’s being a doormat."

With that, Xia Liang gave Monk Ruoshan a deep look. I don’t consider myself a bad person, but if someone tries to bully me, I won’t hesitate to deal with them with an iron fist.

Monk Ruoshan shuddered. He wanted to refute Xia Liang but didn’t know how. It felt as if a great storm was raging in his heart and a magnitude-twelve earthquake was tearing through his mind. He stood there, utterly dumbfounded, unable to say a word.

Nearby, Xue Ren was already so shocked he was speechless. He swallowed hard. "Master Xia Tian, is feng shui... really that mystical?"

He had just seen Lin Quanzi get injured with his own eyes. Previously, when it came to something as esoteric as feng shui, Xue Ren had always maintained an attitude of ’it’s better to believe it exists than to be caught unprepared.’ But now, it seemed it really was that uncanny. At this thought, Xue Ren couldn’t help but shiver.

"Master Xia Tian, you must resolve this crisis!"

As the saying goes, "When the city gates catch fire, the fish in the moat suffer." If Xia Liang were to be defeated, then under an overturned nest, how could any eggs remain intact?

Thinking of this, Xue Ren couldn’t help but ponder deeply. Chen Xuandu is already considered a first-rate master in Qingyun City. If even he is powerless against Xia Liang...