It's late at night.
San Ye and his wife returned to their compartment to continue sleeping.
Just as the two returned to the house, San Ye was lost in thought, thinking about something.
He really couldn't connect the image of the thin, small youth who came from that small mountain village with the handsome young man he saw yesterday, who possessed a towering figure and mysterious abilities.
Chen Yun's little guy is very smart, but after all, he has only been in the temple for half a year. How could he have such abilities?
San Ye found it very perplexing.
At this moment, his wife pushed him on the arm, "Husband, let's prepare more silver."
San Ye furrowed his brow and looked over, "What do we need more silver for?"
His wife "hah"ed, "Are you a mulberry blockhead? Although we've kept the fact that our mansion is haunted a secret from the outside world, more or less everyone in West Creek City knows about it. If we want to sell it, it won't be easy; if we don't sell it, we won't have enough money to buy a new mansion. Master Chen is powerful in his magic arts; he merely gave us a talisman today, and the evil spirits were severely injured. If we don't prepare more silver to invite him to drive away the ghosts, do we wait until death?
San Ye, though he did well in the market business, but the house prices in West Creek City were expensive; he really didn't have any extra silver to spend on buying a big mansion anew.
After hearing his wife's words, San Ye also became more flexible in his thinking, "Yes, we need to prepare more silver to invite Mr. Chen..."
"Still the Chen Daoist!" His wife rolled her eyes and corrected him with displeasure, "Highness! You can't still treat him as that poor boy from a small village. You have to call him Highness respectfully!"
If in the past his wife had dared to speak to him like that, San Ye would definitely have given her a slap across the face.
However, at this time, he not only didn't get angry but also slapped his head and said, "Right! Right! Right! Nowadays are different from the past. Mr. Chen is an expert in magic arts and is a true cultivator of Taoism. I really should respect him more."
At this point, San Ye regretted and said, "Yesterday in the wine house, why didn't I realize that Master Chen was different from others? If I had been nice to him at that time, begged him a little bit more, and relied on my relationship of bringing him out of the small village, perhaps he had already replaced the ghosts with a complete victory for us last night. I thought I was very careful. I called him left a Master Chen and right a Master Chen, but I still didn't expect him to be so powerful."
"People need face, and trees need bark. Now that he's got some ability, you must never mention that it was you who brought him out of the small mountain village." His wife had quite a bit of foresight, "Let's figure out how much silver we should prepare to hire him to exorcise the ghosts."
San Ye asked, "How much silver do you think is appropriate to prepare?"
His wife calculated for a moment and then extended two fingers.
San Ye jumped in surprise, "Two hundred taels? I can't earn that much in three years. Isn't that too much?"
He wasn't exaggerating. San Ye originally had a small business and had to pay rent for the market stall. With the expenses of supporting a large family of ten or more people, he could only save a few tens of silver per year, which was already a great blessing.
His wife humphed, "Are you an idiot? Two hundred taels looks like a lot, but if we can build a good relationship with Master Chen, and there are any other problems in the future for our family, or if our descendants have talent for Daoism, we won't have to worry about it anymore."
San Ye thought about it and nodded, biting his lip, "Two hundred taels it is. As long as Master Chen can help me get rid of the ghost in my courtyard, I don't care about the future or not; spending these two hundred taels will be worth it!"
His wife quickly said, "Alright, I'll go and prepare the silver right away."
After speaking, his wife began to rummage through the cabinets in the room to find silver.
Looking at his wife's back, San Ye felt a mix of irritation and laughter.
San Ye thought in his heart, "You really are a cunning woman. Just a few days ago, you were thinking about blackmailing Mr. Chen for silver, but now that you know he has supernatural abilities, you start to court him?"
Even though San Ye had such thoughts, he understood his wife's true intentions.
Indeed, having a connection with a immortal who could severely wound an evil ghost with just a talisman would be incredibly beneficial for their descendants.
Shortly, the silver was ready.
San Ye and his wife fell asleep again.
Perhaps because the evil ghost had been severely wounded and could no longer cause trouble, San Ye slept especially soundly that night.
He also had a dream, where Master Chen accepted the two hundred taels of silver and thereby granted a lucky connection with Taoism to his descendants, who all became deities.
And because of these dreams, he even laughed out loud in his sleep.
