12dz Chapter 236 The Conman (The End)
Chapter 236 The Conman (The End)
"That's enough. If you give us any more wedding rings, we'll just have to pick up a blade of grass from the roadside and weave them together."
Grabbing his arm, Ling Yi stopped him from making a fool of himself: "It's getting late, we should send everyone home."
Wu Jin, still savoring the moment, said, "How come I never noticed before that these people could speak so pleasantly?"
I can't get enough of it!
Ling Yi gritted her teeth: "Do you want to hear something unpleasant? I can tell you right now."
Wu Jin instantly became obedient, flicking his sleeve to throw everyone back, leaving behind the words: "If you do anything stupid again, you'll be on everyone's lips!"
Seeing the disgrace and ruin of someone like Bai Qihuai, who schemed and plotted but ultimately failed, he believed that others would learn from this example and wouldn't want such a thing to happen to them.
In a flash, Ling Yi found herself back in her master's villa.
With the male owner's awareness in mind, Wu Jin glanced at the villa and was about to express his dislike when he realized his foot had been stepped on.
He cleared his throat and said gently, "I have some knowledge of the Mustard Seed Technique. If you have any scenes you like, just tell me, and I'll cut off that space and move it here."
"No, thanks."
Ling Yi marveled at Wu Jin's ingenious ideas every moment, and refused his kindness without hesitation.
She couldn't believe that the day before, she had bought hiking boots to climb Mount Tai, only to find that Mount Tai was gone the next day.
It's best if those kinds of ghost stories don't happen in real life.
Squeezing his hand, Lingyi restrained his excessive desire to show off and said softly, "Just build a nest that you like and keep it at home."
"I'd like to know how good the Golden Crow is at building its nest!"
"Is that even a question?" Wu Jin was instantly aroused and eager to make Ling Yi suffer.
"Go quickly, go quickly."
After shooing the people away, Ling Yi turned to her master, whose expression had been off: "What's wrong with you?"
Why does he look a little off ever since he got there?
Ling Yunzi shook his head and said with a wry smile, "I'm reminded of my master."
Back then, he and his apprentice were tricked by Bai Qihuai into capturing a malevolent ghost, and at the same time, they lost their magical powers. As a result, he also embarked on the path of a conman.
Over the years, he hated both Bai Qihuai's deception and the ruthlessness of that big devil.
After his disciple was able to cultivate, he would occasionally imagine the scene of his disciple avenging him in the future.
But he never expected that Bai Qihuai would die before he could avenge his family.
That fool, without even needing his apprentice to seek revenge, brought about his own demise.
He also saw the vengeful ghost that had harmed him and his disciple years ago on those demon cores.
With both of his enemies killed at the same time, Ling Yunzi, now without a target of hatred, was quite distraught for a time.
Listening to him recount these events, Ling Yi patted his shoulder: "Try to think positively. Although your disciple didn't avenge you personally, your enemy has already been reduced to ashes!"
How many people in this world can witness their enemy suffering such a terrible fate?
Master is already a lucky guy, okay?
Ling Yunzi chuckled: "My apprentice is still so good at comforting people."
Aside from being a bit dry, it has no other drawbacks.
Ling Yi calmly accepted his praise and, having taught herself the art of managing upwards, said: "If you're really that free, why don't you try preparing my wedding?"
Ling Yunzi, still immersed in the complex emotions of revenge, hadn't even noticed what trouble his disciple had gotten into this time: "?"
marry?
What kind of marriage?
Who will you marry?
A silly bird?
Seeing that the old man was about to jump up, Ling Yi calmly changed the subject: "Those coming this time are all cultivators with cultivation and background, as well as some ancient great demons."
"Master, think about it. These people will only give you some face because of me and Wu Jin."
"From now on, when you go to your clients, you'll have a strong backbone, and no one will dare to call you a liar."
"What little demons and ghosts will there be then? Aren't they just a matter of waving a hand?"
It only takes a moment for Ling Yunzi to go from being furious to beaming with joy. He clapped his hands and said, "Good disciple, I'll take care of your wedding. I guarantee I'll make sure it's all done perfectly!"
Take advantage!
After sending the two rather dim-witted guys away, Ling Yi lazily slumped onto the sofa and slowly closed her eyes in the sunlight.
The moment the sunlight shone on her, it was no longer dazzling or scorching; the light enveloped her like a light veil, bringing her a warm and peaceful sleep.
Amidst the busy work of the old man (referring to Wu Jin) and the young man (referring to Ling Yunzi), the wedding arrived as scheduled.
During the day, Ling Yi attended a wedding filled with monks, Taoists, demons, monsters, and ancient treasures. In the evening, she visited a magnificent bird's nest made of hibiscus wood and golden crow feathers.
In this enormous bird's nest, she first admired the courtship dance of the beautiful birds, and then enjoyed the service of the handsome humans.
So delighted was she that she forgot all about home, and the allure of the demonic bird nearly made her forget to return to the human world.
Fortunately, there was an old man in the world who needed her care, which made her struggle to climb out of her lust.
Ling Yunzi was very satisfied with the wedding that she had personally organized.
After that wedding, his reputation in the martial arts world soared.
The disciple is a cultivation genius seen only once in a thousand years, and the disciple's son-in-law is a bird that dominates the whole world. No one dares to imagine how high his cultivation level is.
As others speculated, Ling Yunzi was happily living the life of a con artist, maneuvering among his major clients with unfathomable skill.
For most people who need psychological comfort, he can just give them a few words of encouragement; and for those who occasionally need to use his magic, he can also get people to help.
Sometimes it's a disciple and his wife, sometimes it's a cultivator who happens to be there.
As the cultivators' merits and cultivation grew stronger, they could no longer see through the cultivation level of this seemingly ordinary old man. They only felt that he was testing them, so they all worked hard to accept the test and wiped out any demons and ghosts that happened to jump in front of him.
With such external support, Ling Yunzi maintained a reputation as a dedicated and highly skilled individual until his death at the age of 100, earning him impeccable praise.
After her master passed away, Lingyi would occasionally carry on his legacy, taking a bird to give wealthy people psychological massages and exorcise ghosts.
Of course, what she did more often was sit in front of a temple or Taoist temple, set up a small stall, hold a black bird, and tell fortunes.
"Ladies and gentlemen, when we tell fortunes, we don't talk about money, we only talk about fate." The silver-haired old lady holding the bird smiled and coaxed the young couple in front of her.
She patted the black bird in her arms, and the bird obediently brought the price tag and displayed it in front of the two of them.
"According to the divination of marriage, there are ninety-nine affinities." Ling Yi remained expressionless: "May your marriage last forever and bring you great fortune."
"May you live long and prosper, and have great fortune!" The bird spat out the price tag and joined her in saying auspicious words.
Over the years, he has long been accustomed to playing assists.
In Ling Yi's future life of swindling and deception, he will continue to do so.
From now on, legends of their masterful deception will circulate throughout the land!