“Call the police?”
The people from Zhengyi Temple were somewhat surprised.
“Since we can’t handle him, we naturally need to find someone who can,” Zhou Jin said:
“They’ve been beaten like this, which is already considered serious injury. A few years in prison is definitely no problem; the matter will naturally be resolved.”
Liu Peng’s eyes lit up, “Winning without fighting, borrowing others’ strength to accomplish one’s goals—Brother, your method is brilliant.”
Zhou Jin nodded and said flatly:
“I guess that old fellow Zhang Youfu is also like a cornered beast, thinking that using this method can deal with us. We can’t let him have his way.”
“Brother, what you said is absolutely right!”
“Junior Brother, you handle this. Don’t give him any chance; make sure to send him in.” Zhou Jin said coldly:
“I wonder what Zhang Youfu will do this time. He’s almost halfway to his grave and still wants to fight with me—naive!”
…
A little past eight in the morning, Lin Yi finished his meditation.
The dew from the morning mist formed a fine mist on the back of his hand and his cheeks.
When Lin Yi opened his eyes, he unexpectedly saw Zhang Youfu meditating just two meters away.
What shocked him was a butterfly had landed on the back of Zhang Youfu’s hand!
This greatly surprised Lin Yi!
In his memory, he had only seen such scenes in martial arts movies.
As if sensing Lin Yi’s gaze, Zhang Youfu opened his eyes, and the butterfly on his hand flew away.
“Why are you meditating here?” Lin Yi asked.
“Brother, I’ve come here to tell you something,” Zhang Youfu said slowly.
“Go on.”
“The place where you meditate every morning originally belonged to me,” Zhang Youfu said:
“This place gathers the spiritual energy of heaven and earth; it’s the center of the Yin-Yang Five Elements and also the correct dragon vein positioning. The mountain rises, the river flows with great wealth—there’s no other place like it under heaven.”
“Um… and then?”
“Such a good place, I charge you two thousand a day—isn’t that reasonable?”
“Damn.”
Lin Yi didn’t respond to Zhang Youfu and got up to leave, “I’m going to eat.”
“The meal time at the temple is over; even if you go, there won’t be anything to eat.”
“Then I won’t eat; I’ll wait for lunch.”
“How could I let you go hungry? Brother saved you a serving of braised pork, made from imported New Ziland suckling pig…”
“Damn, isn’t that place in New Ziland known for cattle?” Lin Yi retorted:
“Just tell me directly, how much per serving?”
“This is a temple that serves the people. A single vegetarian meal is free.”
“Really? This isn’t like you.”
“It really is free, entirely donation-based, starting at 100 yuan.”
Lin Yi: …
“Brother, hosting at such a small temple must be tough on you,” Lin Yi said:
“I know a company called Lingyun Group. I recommend you to be their Senior Vice President in charge of finances, so they can see what a capitalist is like in today’s society.”
“Junior Brother flatters me.”
“You’re underestimating yourself.”
Lin Yi stretched lazily and headed to the dining hall, discovering Zhang Youfu had indeed saved him a bowl of braised pork.
“Uncle, come quickly. Master saved it especially for you,” Gong Xiaoyun called out.
Lin Yi sat down at the table, and Gong Xiaoyun brought over the braised pork and a plate of vegetables.
“How are things at the foot of the mountain? Have they started working?”
“Senior Brother said, in the morning, people from Zhengyi Temple took people away, and the construction team continued their work,” Gong Xiaoyun said:
“I guess they won’t come back unless they want to be punished.”
“Let’s not say that. Don’t overestimate human nature or underestimate desire,” Lin Yi said:
“But I guess even if they come, it’s unlikely they’ll make a fuss about road construction. We’ll deal with challenges as they come.”
“Yeah, with you here, our Shangqing Palace is up on its feet this time.”
Lin Yi smiled without saying much.