Over time, it actually formed quite a bustling commercial street.
Especially with the end of the year approaching, people in Dragon Country like to seek blessings and worship gods, making this place increasingly lively.
Chen Yan didn't enter the big temple; instead, he wandered around the nearby commercial street all morning and even found a reportedly famous vegetarian restaurant to have a meal.
In just one morning, he had already gathered the information he wanted: the address of Luoyun House and some general details.
It wasn't really difficult to inquire about things—around here, those who specialize in businesses like Feng Shui, fortune-telling, and face reading are mostly solo operators—ninety-nine percent of them are scammers.
There are also a few with their own shops and yards, who have made their businesses quite large and supposedly have their own lineage—whether it's true or not is unknown.
But they make it look quite legitimate and convincing.
There are about three to five such establishments on the whole commercial street.
And Luoyun House is the most famous among them. From what Chen Yan heard, the protective talismans they sell at Luoyun House are very effective, and they have experts there who are extraordinary at fortune-telling and face reading, and are also renowned for their Feng Shui consultations.
Some business owners would seek them out, following their reputation...
Chen Yan also heard similar comments from people on the street.
It's actually quite ironic... Right beside is such a large, prosperously incense-burning Buddhist temple.
And here they are, doing geomancy, Feng Shui, fortune-telling, and face reading.
This is not even the same path as Buddhism.
But the people of Dragon Country have always believed in a mix of things and don't care about these distinctions.
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In the afternoon, Chen Yan was sitting on the second floor of a tea house by the street, choosing a spot by the window. He brewed a pot of tea—the shop claimed it was Biluochun.
Chen Yan couldn't tell the quality anyway, and the second floor of the tea house was quite empty. He just sat there leisurely, looking out at the street opposite.
Across the street was Luoyun House.
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Sitting by the second-floor window, you could roughly make out the outline of Luoyun House:
The storefront facing the street sold antiques and treasures, with runes carved to dispel evil spirits and protect against harm, among other things.
Someone was always stationed in the shop to do fortune-telling and face reading for people.
Behind the shop, there were two more courtyards.
Chen Yan had been sitting here for nearly an hour, using his Celestial Eye Qi Observation Skill to scan the direction of Luoyun House's courtyard residences from various angles multiple times.
He confirmed one point... there was not the slightest bit of Primordial Qi fluctuation in Luoyun House!
Chen Yan furrowed his brows secretly; this was strange.
To come up with such a means to deceive people, how could there be no spell fluctuations at all in the house?
At the very least, it is their own dojo; shouldn't they have some array or something in their own dojo?
Not even the simplest Qi Gathering and Luck Enhancing array?
Looking at the cabinet on the second floor of the tea house, there was incense inserted in the censer, and right on the table beside it was a tube of sandalwood—the packaging was identical to the one Chen Yan found in President Fang's office.
Earlier, when he pretended to chat with the store clerk, the clerk told Chen Yan that this sandalwood was bought from Luoyun House across the street.
Of course, the sandalwood here was the most ordinary kind without any additives.
But judging from the packaging, it was definitely the same one.
The practices of Luoyun House were quite despicable.
They gave Boss Fang this kind of cursed sandalwood to bring bad luck, and then offered to help solve the problem.
This way of making money... truly immoral.
Chen Yan shook his head.
Whatever!
President Fang, I did take your hundred thousand yuan after all.
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Chen Yan's personality, he can be selfish, there's definitely a selfish side to him.
He can also be cold, definitely a cold temperament—from a young age, he grew up with his grandmother, with no parents, and no relatives. His personality is actually quite reclusive.
But one thing, he still keeps some rules and morality.
Not much, but still a bit.
Chen Yan didn't want to make enemies just because of Boss Fang. But he thought, after all, he did take a hundred thousand yuan from Boss Fang.
Just giving him a useless broken compass?
Wouldn't that be pure deceit?
It's not good being purely deceitful.
Chen Yan learned his grandmother's skills; there were some rules in her booklet.
It's not really "taking someone's money to dispel their disasters."
I'm the great King, although I receive the lord's salary, you ask me to capture the Tang monk and his disciples—Would I really have that ability!
So the grandmother's rule is not necessarily about dispelling disasters.
Rather: Take someone's money, and put in some effort for them.
Regardless of whether the task can be done, some effort still has to be put in.
So today, Chen Yan came to see the situation first.
If everyone in Luoyun House knows nothing about spells and are pure scammers, just learned this trick to deceive people from who knows where...
Then Chen Yan can boldly and confidently earn the money from President Fang.
If there are real experts in Luoyun House.
Then, Chen Yan would honestly return the hundred thousand to President Fang, and admit his skills are lacking, and not get involved in this matter.
His bottom line is not high, but at least he has one.
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After refilling the pot twice, drinking the tea until it had lost its flavor, Chen Yan saw a familiar figure walk out of Luoyun House across the street—it was Luo Qing.
Watching Luo Qing get into a car and leave, Chen Yan then got up and went downstairs.
He turned up the collar of his down jacket and put on a mask—dressed like this in winter, he didn't stand out in the street.
Chen Yan crossed the street and walked into Luoyun House boldly.
Pretending to be a passerby tourist, he wandered around the shop, looking here and there.