The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 111

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As soon as she mentioned the meat bun incident, Yu Qingqing suddenly got it. "Oh! That did happen!"

She carefully watched the woman's expression and cautiously asked, "Sister Ren, you want to ask Master Yu... for a reading?"

"Exactly!" Sister Ren answered crisply, lifting her head with hope. "Can you get in touch with Yu Yuan?"

"I... I can, yeah." If she were still the neighbor, she could've just knocked on her door tonight. But now Master Yu had already moved...

"How about this, Sister Ren, I'll reach out to Master Yu's manager first, see if she's free. Would that be okay with you?" Yu Qingqing thought of a compromise.

Since she'd been the first in the whole industry to show kindness to Master Yu, when Miss Zhou Xi first started managing Master Yu's schedule, she left her contact info.

Sister Ren visibly relaxed, smiling. "Sounds good. Thanks so much!"

Over at Tianyuan Temple, Zhou Yu was carrying two big boxes of fried pancakes.

Ever since he casually mentioned that his master liked fried pancakes, the "Searching for My Daughter for Thirteen Years" couple who sold them had been bringing two big boxes every time they came to offer incense. He had just come back from mailing a peace charm to Magpie and ran into the couple again, and once again, they shoved two boxes into his arms.

"Master!" He put the boxes on the stone table under the bodhi tree but didn't see his master anywhere. Just as he turned around, he saw his master coming out of the kitchen holding a small steaming pot.

He rushed over to take the pot from her, but the moment he got close, the weird-smelling steam coming from the pot hit him full in the face—it wasn't green, wasn't black, just weird.

"Whoa! What is this stuff?! Why does it smell so nasty?!"

Zhou Yu almost gagged from the stench, but Yu Yuan was quick and slapped a hand over his mouth.

"Don't puke in the pot. That thing's for you to drink!"

Zhou Yu's already wide eyes somehow got even wider.

"For me to drink?!"

This thing looked like witch soup—how was it even drinkable?!

Yu Yuan told him to set the pot down on the stone table. Acting like she couldn't smell the gross, bitter stench at all, she casually picked up a box of fried pancakes and started eating. "This stuff is mugwort water. It boosts the yang energy in your blood. Until you officially graduate, you're drinking a bowl of this every morning. When you run into ghosts, your blood will be more useful than cinnabar."

Zhou Yu's eyes lit up. "Master, does that mean I'll be like one of those Taoist priests in zombie movies? Bite my finger and boom—zombie down?"

"At best, the zombie will be so disgusted by the smell it won't want to bite you," Yu Yuan said with a crooked smile. "If you want to get to movie-level Taoist skills, you'll need at least ten more years."

"What about you, Master?" Zhou Yu was curious. "Could you take down a zombie with one hand?"

"Hard to say." Yu Yuan didn't hide anything from her one and only disciple. "Back in the day, sure. These days? Not likely."

"Why not?" Zhou Yu blinked, full of curiosity like a kid.

Yu Yuan didn't answer this time. She just slid the little pot closer to him and gestured for him to drink it while it was still hot.

"Gulp..." Zhou Yu stared at the dark mugwort water and swallowed hard. Thinking about how cool he'd look when busting ghosts in the future, he psyched himself up, lifted the bowl, but chickened out the second the smell hit his nose. "Master, do I really have to chug the whole thing?"

"Of course," Yu Yuan reminded him of the trick. "Close your eyes and down it in one go. Don't stop to think about the taste. Do it for half a month and you'll get used to it."

"......"

In the pitch-black pot, he saw his own reflection. Zhou Yu shut his eyes and raised the little pot like he was going into battle.

Even though it was still steaming hot, the black soup tasted strangely cool when it hit his mouth...

He didn't dare savor it. Eyes shut tight, he gulped the whole thing down. By the time he finished, his stomach was bloated, and he collapsed onto the stool like he'd been drained, unable to get up for a long while.

Yu Yuan shot him a quick smile. Just then, the phone on the stone table rang. She glanced over. "Zhou Yu, your sister's calling."

"Huh?" Zhou Yu sat up, still woozy, with only one clear thought in his head—my stomach's gonna explode...

Yu Yuan repeated herself and quickly finished her box of fried flatbread. Zhou Yu finally came to and reached for his phone.

"Hello, sis..."

Zhou Xi had just woken up too. Both of them still sounded half-asleep. "Zhou Yu, is Master Yu up yet?"

"She's up. Just finished eating... hic." Zhou Yu held his bloated belly and rubbed it. "What's up?"

"Hm." Zhou Xi yawned and rolled over in bed. "Just got a call from Yu Qingqing's manager. Said Film Empress Wen and her manager wanted to see if Master Yu could help out. Asked me to check if she had time."

"Oh, I'll go ask Master..."

Zhou Yu had just responded when Yu Yuan's voice came from the kitchen, "Tell her I'll take it. But the person involved has to come to the temple. It has to be them—no substitutes."

Zhou Yu passed the message word-for-word. Zhou Xi acknowledged it sleepily and relayed it to Yu Qingqing's manager, who then passed it on to Film Empress Wen's side.

"No substitutes..."

In the dressing room, Film Empress Wen was trimming flowers in her red costume. As soon as she heard that, her hand slipped, and the scissors left a long gash on her slender, fair finger.

Manager Sister Ren, alarmed, grabbed her hand and pulled out the first aid kit to bandage it. The warmth she'd shown Yu Qingqing earlier was gone, replaced with a serious expression. "If you really don't want to go, we can find someone else. She's still in the industry after all..."

And with all that dirt and controversy on her, no one in the circle except Yu Qingqing would dare ask someone like that for help.

Film Empress Wen stared at her finger, now soaked in blood. Her sharp gaze lowered. After a long pause, she finally said, "Let's go with her."

"But..." Sister Ren hesitated. "Her reputation is so terrible. What if..."

"There are rumors I'm possessed anyway," Film Empress Wen said, pulling back her bandaged finger. "This industry's full of smoke and mirrors. Who can really tell what's behind all the gossip—human or ghost?"

She started pulling off the hairpins from her head, her face unreadable. "Sister, get the makeup artist. I need this off. We're heading out now."

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