The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

After a burst of thick smoke, when Mo Xiaolan opened her eyes, she was no longer in the Demon Tower, but on a busy street. The strange thing was that there were rows of red lanterns hanging on the street, but it was extremely desolate and there was almost no one to be seen.

"Help, help."

Waves of heart-wrenching screams came from a girl not far away, and the next second a figure appeared on top of her, calling for help from a woman about her age.

The woman grabbed her hand and shouted in horror: "Help, help me, I don't want to go, I don't want to go."

Just as Mo Xiaolan was puzzled, a group of people came towards her in a mighty manner. Leading them was an old man over fifty years old. Judging from his clothes, he did not look like the master of a wealthy family, but more like a butler of a wealthy family.

When the housekeeper saw the woman, he touched his beard helplessly and said, "Miss, please also consider the young master. People should not be so selfish. The Li family has raised you for so many years. It's time to repay you."

"I won't go, I won't go!" The woman grabbed Mo Xiaolan's hand as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw: "Save me, please save me."

The housekeeper sighed three times in succession, waved his hand and said, "Since the young lady won't cooperate, then let's do it."

"Wait a minute."

A man in a red flying fish suit jumped down from a house in the dark night sky. He took out a token from his waist and showed it to everyone, saying, "I am from Jingdi Sect."

After seeing the token, everyone knelt down. The old butler in the lead said tremblingly: "Your Excellency, we are all civilians. The young lady ran away from home. The master at home was worried about her safety and had no choice but to go out during the curfew. Please, Your Excellency, please make a new arrangement for us because we are all worried about our master."

"Really?" The man turned around and looked at Mo Xiaolan and asked, "What about you? Are you also worried about your master so you came out to look for someone?"

After the man turned around, Mo Xiaolan looked at him, squinted her eyes, looked at him carefully, and blurted out: "Mo Luofan? Why are you dressed like this? Also, where is this? What is Jingdimen? It sounds very similar to those eunuchs' organization departments?"

"Eunuch?" The man's hand holding the sword on his waist trembled slightly. "How dare you confuse me with those eunuchs? And who are you to know my name?"

Mo Xiaolan subconsciously took a step back. It seemed that this person was not Mo Luofan. Could it be that she had recognized the wrong person? Then where was this place? Had she traveled to another novel again?

"Sir, please calm down." The woman stood up and protected Mo Xiaolan behind her and said, "This is a friend of mine. I broke the door today and had no choice. I hope you can forgive me." After saying that, she knelt down again.

"Why don't you tell me in detail what grievance you have?" Mo Luofan crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at the woman kneeling in front of him.

The woman said, "My name is Li Jinyi, the daughter of Mr. Li from Ximen. The reason I broke into the gate today is..."

"Miss!" The housekeeper shouted, then said slowly with a terrifying smile, "Miss, the master and the second lady are still waiting for you at home. If you are late, you will be punished."

Li Jinyi was startled, her body instantly went limp, and she said tremblingly: "My little girl was playing with her friends and accidentally missed the time, so she broke in. The door is closed, I hope you will forgive me."

"Oh?" Mo Luofan looked at the butler behind him and said, "Really?"

"Of course, sir." The butler immediately controlled his frightened expression and put on a gentle and amiable look: "The young lady is really playful. I will take her home now, and tomorrow she will go to the government to pay the fine."

"Since it is a misunderstanding, I don't need to pursue it. Miss Li said that this girl is your friend, so why did I see you crying and begging her for help just now?"

"My daughter has never violated the curfew before. This is her first offense, so naturally I don't know what to do."

"You're lying!" Mo Luofan grabbed Mo Xiaolan's hand, took a step closer to them, lifted her chin and said, "When did such a beautiful woman appear in Jin'an City? No one knows about it. Girl, you are not a local, right?"

"Hehehe." Mo Xiaolan laughed awkwardly twice: "Your Excellency has a good eye. So, are you going to hand me over to the authorities?"

"It's a pity to hand over such a beautiful woman like you to the officials. You'd better be a maid to warm the bed for the master, so that you can live a peaceful life." He left a kiss on her face.

Mo Xiaolan immediately slapped him in the face: "Are you sick? The pretty ones should warm your bed. I'm afraid your bed must be 50,000 square meters!"

"How dare you hit me?"

"I'll fight you, why? Do I need to consider the right time, right place, and right people? I'm fighting you, an ungrateful bastard!"

As the two were confronting each other, the housekeeper grabbed Li Jinyi and said, "Sir, I see that you still have things to do, so I will take the young lady home first."

"No, no." Li Jinyi was obviously afraid and was resisting the housekeeper, but she couldn't persuade the servant and had to follow him back.

Mo Xiaolan took a step forward and wanted to save her, but was stopped by Mo Luofan: "Stop meddling in other people's family affairs."

-

"You said you were a cultivator?" Mo Luofan raised his eyebrows.

Mo Xiaolan crossed her arms over her chest and raised her chin like him: "Are you scared?"

"I'm scared, so scared." Mo Luofan pushed open the door of his house: "It's strange to say, there is a supernatural incident in the city, I don't know if you, a cultivator, can handle it."

"tell me the story."

"Then I'll speak." Mo Luofan poured her a pot of hot tea and said, "About half a year ago, the only son of a wealthy family in the city fell ill with a strange disease. Even the doctor couldn't diagnose it. A rumor came from somewhere that the son's disease could be cured by marrying the eldest daughter in the ghost."

"Nonsense." Mo Xiaolan took a sip of tea.

Mo Luofan smiled and said, "Don't disbelieve me. So far, I know of ten families who have cured their sons in this way. Some of them did it secretly. Four months ago, His Majesty ordered me to take full responsibility for this matter. I didn't believe it at first, but every time I tried to find the source, there was always an unknown force that pulled me back to the starting point. I was afraid that it was really a demon. I also invited some wizards to perform rituals, but it was useless."

"Most folk magicians are three-legged masters." Mo Xiaolan pointed at the board and said, "They have no ability, no master, and no business license. Instead of spending a lot of money to hire them, it is better to go to Qingyuan Sect or other regular immortal cultivation sects for rescue. They may not even charge money."

"Qingyuanmen?" Mo Luofan seemed to have heard this name for the first time: "Where is it? A new temple?"

"Temple?" Mo Xiaolan was startled and looked at the surrounding environment.

This Mo Luofan obviously doesn't know what Qingyuan Sect is. All this is different from the original world. I remember it was written in the original book that the second level of Taixuan Demon Tower is "anger". Those who disobey me are regarded as angry. That is to say, as long as they go against my will, I will feel hatred, disgust, and anger, and I will start a fight. In the mildest case, it may harm myself and others, and in the worst case, it may destroy the city and the country.

It seems that this level is intended to make me bring out my own "anger" desire because of this world, so as to catch me in one fell swoop. Unfortunately, his plan failed. If I were the real Mo Xiaolan, let alone this level of anger and desire, I would have been shattered to pieces by the level of greed. Unfortunately, I am not Mo Xiaolan. I am a Buddhist girl. Everything that happens in this world has nothing to do with me, so why should I be angry and desire because of it.

For now, as long as I follow the plot and finish this script-killing, I should be able to get out smoothly. I just don’t know what the situation is with the real Mo Luofan.

Who cares? He is the protagonist anyway and will make it to the end. Unlike a supporting role like me, I will die at any time.

"The temple, yes, it is a temple." Mo Xiaolan was too lazy to argue or explain with him. What if she fell into a trap just by arguing?

"Then we will have a pleasant cooperation, cultivator."

She didn't know if she had seen it wrong or if it was true, but she always felt that there was a strange look in Mo Luofan's eyes.

Mo Xiaolan turned her head away and avoided interacting with him: "Then where do we start investigating tomorrow?"

“From the first source.”

-

The first family to experience this strange incident was a suburban farming family. They were very poor, with nothing but four bare walls, and had a son who had just recovered from an illness and lay in bed all day.

The old man in the family seems to be over 50 years old, but he still carries a hoe and goes to the fields to farm all day long.

Mo Luofan disguised himself as a weak scholar, while Mo Xiaolan pretended to be a servant beside him.

Seeing a scholar coming to the village, the old woman and the old man naturally gave him a warm welcome. After all, most of the people who came to the village dressed like human beings were sent by the government to investigate poor families, and such people usually came with money.

"Our family is in the same situation." The old woman took out two relatively clean bowls from home and wiped them carefully several times before serving the water. "The farming has not been going well in recent years. If the government can approve some more money, we can store some food to get through this winter."

"I remember you have a son, right? Why don't you see him working?" Mo Luofan said, "After all, young people are always stronger than old people."

"My son was ill a while ago and has only just gotten better in the past few days. I really can't bear to let him work so hard. I'm thinking that now that I have some strength, I can save some money for him so that he can get married in the future."

"So, is this the only child in your family?"

Suddenly, the old woman's hand stopped in mid-air, and the old man immediately said, "We had a daughter who accidentally fell off a cliff at night and died. We just held her funeral."

While Mo Luofan was dealing with the two old men, Mo Xiaolan walked into the room, as if observing the house, but in fact she was looking for something that looked useful.

After saying goodbye to the family, Mo Xiaolan pulled him to a secluded corner. Mo Xiaolan casually drew a few strokes in the air, and the bodies of the two immediately became transparent.

"Wow." Mo Luofan was shocked and said, "Are you really a cultivator?"

"Otherwise, do you think I'm a charlatan?"

After disappearing from sight, Mo Xiaolan turned around and walked back to the house she had just come from. After she turned around, Mo Luofan's gaze suddenly began to change, like the gaze of a wolf catching its prey in the dark night.

A shabby dressing table with something red on it caught her eye. She opened the drawer below and saw a large folded wedding character inside, with a lot of paper money pressed underneath.

The two went to the next house, and the next three Hirado houses were like this.

All of them were caused by sons falling ill and daughters dying accidentally in various ways, so the house had leftover things from both happy and funeral ceremonies.

After investigating the slightly wealthier families, it was found that there was no such thing as weddings or funerals.

In the teahouse——

Mo Luofan picked up the teacup, took a sip and asked, "What do you think of these things?"

"How else can I look at it?" Mo Xiaolan looked at the people coming and going downstairs and said nonchalantly, "My son is sick, my daughter is dead, and there are both happy and dark events in the house. It doesn't look like a coincidence at all."

"But rich people don't have those things."

"That's because they have the ability to buy these new things. But it's different for poor families. Whether it's a wedding or a funeral, it costs a lot of money. If I'm right, they are really holding a funeral, then it makes sense that the poor families left behind those things."

"Are you so sure?"

"The word '喜' makes sense, as it means that we hope our family can have some good luck, but how do you explain the word '冥'?" Mo Xiaolan's gaze shifted from the pedestrians downstairs to him: "Ordinary people are more or less afraid of ghosts and gods. With these things happening one after another in their family, do you think they would keep the word '鬼', which represents yin energy?"

Mo Xiaolan went on to say, "In other words, even if the word 'Ming' was something left behind for his daughter's funeral, how could there be so many? Normally people buy things based on what they have on hand. If one family overspends, it's still understandable, but if so many families overspend together, how can we interpret it? There is only one explanation."

"what?"

"There was a witness of a ghost marriage who guided them." She took a sip of tea to moisten her throat and continued, "If my guess is correct, after the son of the first family was infected with the disease, the witness found his family and told them that if he let his daughter participate in a ghost marriage, his son's disease could be cured. At the same time, he told them the necessary items. I guess the quantity of these items must be quite large, so the rich families just used them up, while the poor families would think that they spent so much money to buy these things, and maybe keep the ones that are still intact for later use."

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Mo Luofan clapped his hands: "The immortal cultivator is not stupid, just as I thought."

He stood up and walked around Mo Xiaolan and said, "Why don't you stop wandering around and stay with me and solve the case with me."

"Oh, in what capacity?"

"How's the lady?"

Mo Xiaolan turned around and smiled at him: "Sir, we just met last night. I didn't think you would fall in love with me so quickly."

"There is a phrase called love at first sight." Mo Luofan reached out and touched her face and said, "A girl as pretty as you, there should be many men who will fall in love with you at first sight."

Mo Xiaolan turned her face away from the dirty hand and said, "The so-called love at first sight is nothing more than lust and novelty."

She stood up: "Let's go to the next one."