My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 35

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Watching the incense burn, Jiang Yiqing stroked his chin and muttered to himself, "Hmm, the old man should come tonight."

Before, the old man had taught Jiang Yiqing a chant, and if he said it a few times before bed, the old man would appear in his dreams. But Jiang Yiqing found it a bit of a hassle, so he just used the incense. When it burned, the old man would come over, too.

The incense burned slowly, and Jiang Yiqing didn't rush to sleep. Instead, he went outside to check on the pig spirit.

Ever since the pig spirit returned from the Zhuang family's place, it had just been sleeping—really sleeping like a dead pig.

Jiang Yiqing, feeling a bit of affection after these few days, checked on it and found that it was fine. Probably just from eating the ashes.

He still wasn't sure about the pig spirit's situation, but it seemed that the ashes, which were originally full of dark energy, didn't just cause harm—they had benefits, too.

Jiang Yiqing looked at the "sleeping" pig spirit, his gaze dark and mysterious. If the pig spirit were awake, it'd probably notice that the way Jiang Yiqing was staring at it made it seem like he was about to dissect it for study!

Luckily, Jiang Yiqing wasn't that brutal. He quickly moved his gaze away, reassured that the pig spirit was fine, and went back to his room.

After singing a song to Wen Xiuyan, Jiang Yiqing finally closed his eyes and drifted into darkness.

He opened his eyes again, fully aware that he was dreaming.

He glanced around the empty room, not in a hurry, just sitting up and resting his chin in his hand, silently waiting. Moments later, an old man in white floated in.

Looking at his precious disciple, the old man smiled and clasped his hands behind his back. "Yiqing, I already know about your recent achievements. Not bad, not bad. I told you, young people are quick-witted. But that livestream fortune-telling thing of yours—if you told me, I wouldn't even know what to do with it."

The old man started with a long string of praise. Even though Jiang Yiqing knew he was just trying to butter him up, he couldn't help but smirk a little.

He put on a serious face and said, "Enough with the small talk. I need your help."

The old man's expression turned serious too. "Tell me. Of course, I'll help you."

Jiang Yiqing didn't beat around the bush. "It's not much. I've made some money recently, so I was thinking of fixing up the Ancestor's temple."

The old man nodded, then launched into another round of praise. "Good, good! I knew you'd do something like this..."

Jiang Yiqing waved his hand, annoyed. "Can you stop? I haven't even finished yet."

The old man awkwardly scratched his beard and waited for Jiang Yiqing to continue.

"But there's a problem with the first step," Jiang Yiqing said with a sigh, throwing his hands up. "You can't just let any regular construction team do the job, right?"

It wasn't that Jiang Yiqing thought normal construction teams were bad—most of them were used to building with cement, but the Ancestor's temple had to be traditional Chinese architecture. He had already asked around a lot of teams, and none of them could do it.

The teams that specialized in this kind of architecture thought the place was too remote, and the job was too small, so none of them were willing to take it.

So, Jiang Yiqing had no choice but to turn to the old man for help.

The old man, hearing this, rubbed his beard a little harder than usual. If he were human right now, he would've pulled his beard out by mistake.

He shook his head helplessly. "Yiqing, you're asking me about this? I can't help. Back when I was alive, I didn't know any construction teams."

But to Jiang Yiqing's surprise, he smiled slyly, like a little fox. "Who said I need a construction team from the living? We're in the underworld, so naturally, we need to look here. There are so many souls in the underworld. I heard there are even some who've been dead for thousands of years and don't want to reincarnate. Some of them might know how to build houses, right? Find one of them to help us. Master, you've got connections with the Ancestor down there, so it should be easy for you to find one, right?"

The old man: "..."

He couldn't help but glance at his disciple's head. How did this kid come up with such ideas?

But honestly, it was worth a try. The only problem was, who knew if these ancient ghosts, who'd been dead for thousands of years, still had the skills?

The old man nodded thoughtfully while silently calculating in his mind. "Alright, I'll go ask for you later."

Seeing that the old man had agreed, Jiang Yiqing knew the deal was as good as done. His smile grew wider. "Great! Make sure to ask around, and talk to the Underworld too. I'm just helping to promote the Underworld's experience, think of it like earning foreign currency. They should support this, right?"

Hehehe, those ghosts coming to work would definitely have no use for human money. Most of what they'd want would be paper money and such, which would save him a lot of money.

Oh, and he could buy yellow paper and gold ingots, then fold them himself. Jiang Yiqing was already scheming in his head.

The old man had watched Jiang Yiqing grow up, so he knew exactly what the kid was up to. He thought to himself, I'll make sure this thing goes through no matter what.

This was about fixing up the Ancestor's temple—surely the Ancestor would help smooth things over, right?

"Alright, I'm off then." The old man clasped his hands behind his back and gave Jiang Yiqing another look. "Have you not been eating properly? You've lost weight again."

Jiang Yiqing froze for a second, then smiled and said, "You always say that. I eat well, I sleep well, there's no way I've lost weight. Now go find those ghosts. I'm in a hurry here."

With Jiang Yiqing's urging, the old man floated off in a hurry.

Jiang Yiqing's expression shifted a little as he touched his face and muttered, "Is it really that bad? Did I lose weight?"

Then he snapped back to reality, frowning. "Ugh, I forgot to ask about that formation!"

Sha Tao was probably close to dying, but the person who set up that formation was probably only slightly injured, and still alive and kicking.

Though that injury would keep them down for a while, they wouldn't be causing any trouble in the short term.

Right now, he still couldn't track down where that person was. It was like they were a mouse—great at hiding.

With that thought, Jiang Yiqing decided to just put it aside for now.

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