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Zhong Kui's Diary
In the deep autumn, under the night sky of Star City, it is incredibly enchanting.
In this captivating night, various young people on the streets have their own destinations.
If they are Artistic Youth, they gather by the riverside, gazing into the distance, feeling the gentle river breeze, quoting Li Bai and Du Fu, and mentioning Shakespeare and Aoi Sora...
If they are ordinary youth, they roam in groups on the streets, seeing hot and avant-garde beauties dressed provocatively, whistling and shouting without fear of causing trouble. At this time, beautiful women with backgrounds and influence either sit in cars or on the laps of others...
If they are **youth**, they are loudly enjoying a few bottles of beer at a barbecue stall, munching on chicken feet for hours...
Swearing by the balance on my bank card, I am definitely not a **youth**; Fatty and Kong Xuan are. Going out for barbecue with them tonight was a mistake. Damn, I've already drunk three whole beers and only ordered seven chicken feet. Even when I offered to treat tonight, saying I would pay for the barbecue, they flatly refused, claiming that our friendship shouldn't be based on material things.
Puh! Do we even have friendship? Please don't insult the term 'drinking buddies.' Besides, can friendship without a material basis still be called friendship? That's called class camaraderie; only in the primary stage of socialism does that exist.
"What’s going on? You two are just drinking quietly without saying a word. When I ask you what's up, you just say nothing. Is this interesting?" I glared at Kong Xuan and Fatty, who were clinking glasses. This was my seventh time asking this question; my patience felt like the chicken foot in front of Fatty—reduced to mere scraps.
"You wouldn’t understand; it’s useless to tell you!" Fatty burped.
"If you don’t tell me, how would I understand?" I laughed in anger and stood up: "Damn it, I'm going to find Lingfeng for drinks."
Kong Xuan glanced at Fatty: "Should we just let him go?"
"Alright, I'll talk!" Fatty waved his hand, signaling me to sit down. I initially wanted to ignore them and leave but seeing Fatty's expression that seemed to say 'a broken heart seeks a kindred spirit,' I couldn't help but sigh deeply and sat back down.
"Ghost Brother, do you know what domestic violence is? Life is really unbearable!" Fatty's eyes were filled with tears as he looked up at a 45-degree angle. Following his gaze, I saw the bright sign of Golden Orchid Massage City.
"Ahem!" I coughed loudly twice.
"Ever since An Ran gained the ability of the Moon Attendant, she has been insatiable, demanding endlessly. If I show even a hint of noncompliance, I immediately get beaten up. I feel like I'm about to be completely drained!" Fatty sighed bitterly, "Ghost Brother, do I look like I've lost a lot of weight?"
"I can't tell. You still look as plump and lively as ever. Besides, isn't this the life you long for? Come on, don't joke around," I scoffed.
"Ghost Brother, I'm not joking. Look at the bloodshot in my eyes; it's flourishing," Fatty said, making an effort to widen his eyes and lean closer to me.
"What exactly is going on? I'm leaving soon."
"Yin Yang Bro, we're really not joking," Kong Xuan chimed in from the side.
"Huh?" I looked at Kong Xuan suspiciously. Motherfucker, are you trying to pull a fast one on me?
"Now it's the same with Ai. She demands it all the time, regardless of the occasion or time. As soon as she thinks about it, she pounces..." Kong Xuan said with a face full of grievance.
Fatty chuckled bitterly, "You're doing okay; at least you can resist with Aijia Yu. But if I hesitate for even a moment, a slap comes right to my head. At first, I resisted, but my strength is no match for An Ran. Eventually, I just submitted; it became almost reflexive. As soon as she slaps my head, I just harden up."
I stared at the two of them in shock, feeling a mix of emotions.
"Ghost Brother, what's that expression? Are you mocking or ridiculing us?" Fatty looked at me discontentedly before turning enviously and sighing deeply, "You have it good; enjoying the best of both worlds with both plump and slender beauties!"
Kong Xuan nodded repeatedly, "It's truly killing two birds with one stone; I have to admire you."
Hearing their words made me unable to hold back my sorrow. I tilted my head back and downed my beer in one go. "You only know one side of it; actually, I'm also very tired..."
Seeing Fatty and Kong Xuan's astonished faces, I had no choice but to explain in detail.
After coming out of the ancient tomb last time, I still couldn't make it to Star City before Kong Xuan's Mustard Seed Box shattered. It wasn't that I missed the train; rather, Kong Xuan's Mustard Seed Box broke apart early. At that time, Kong Xuan and others were desperately calling me, but because I was in Peach Blossom Ancient Tomb, my phone had no signal.
After returning to Star City, Kong Xuan regretfully told me that Guo'er could no longer be revived above ground. Just when my heart felt like it was being hammered down, Kong Xuan hesitantly mentioned another matter: before going to Mountain City, Guo'er's consciousness had already been stored in Qingcheng. This was strongly requested by Qingcheng; she was deemed the most qualified person to safeguard Guo'er's consciousness...
I initially didn't believe it, but then I remembered that on Brother Five's balcony, Qingcheng was humming a song, and that melody could only be hummed by Guo'er. Coupled with Kong Xuan and An Ran's solemn assurances, I had already begun to believe in my heart.
Before I could digest this news, Kong Xuan proposed an extremely bold plan to merge Guo'er and Qingcheng into one. This meant placing both of their consciousnesses within Qingcheng's body.
To maintain balance, Kong Xuan decided to slightly weaken Qingcheng's consciousness while enhancing Guo'er's. Furthermore, Qingcheng's body would be set as Bai Xiao Qingcheng during the day and Yang Guo'er at night, alternating every six months. After six months, it would switch to Bai Yang Guo'er during the day and Xiao Qingcheng at night. The benefit of this arrangement was that it would ensure neither consciousness would fight for control over the body.
Without asking for my opinion, they recklessly revived Guo'er and Qingcheng. While I was delighted, a faint sense of unease lingered in my heart.
Sure enough, in the following days, after spending time with 'Guo'er' one night, Qingcheng would insist on having her turn as well; or just after wrestling with Qingcheng, Guo'er would pout and say that I loved Qingcheng more than her. "Making love is something you create," she would insist, leading me to comply again. The bittersweet feelings were truly hard to express.
"Damn it! You two are fighting over me after just one time! What about me? I have to go through this twice! Who do I complain to?" I exclaimed with a face full of indignation.
"No way?" Fatty and Kong Xuan gasped simultaneously.
"Look at the bloodshot veins in my eyes; they're flourishing," I said as I tried to widen my eyes.
Upon hearing this, both Fatty and Kong Xuan burst into laughter, especially Fatty, who shouted, "Boss, bring me roasted eggplant, fish, potatoes, chicken legs, tofu, enoki mushrooms, chili peppers, ham buns, and crispy bones—all of it! I'm so happy to finally meet someone worse off than me; it's worth celebrating. Hey Ghost Brother, you're treating us today; you can't back out..."
Damn it! Why doesn't this guy just go die?
Just as I was contemplating whether to give Fatty a beating, my phone rang. I pulled it out and saw an unfamiliar landline number; the caller ID showed it was from Yue City.
A call from Yue City? Who could it be? The only people I knew there were Gu Shuchang and Ma Zhenkai. Could it be one of them?
I answered the call and said "hello" twice before a sharp yet slightly hoarse voice came through the line as if someone was straining their throat to speak: "Is this Zhong Gui?"
I have many flaws as a person but also some strengths. One of my strengths is that as long as I've heard someone's voice a few times, I can recognize it over the phone. Of course, this doesn't include those who deliberately strain their voices for pranks.
Clearly, this call was a prank.
There are two reasons why I am so sure. First, this voice sounds somewhat familiar; it should be someone I know. Second, he called out my nickname, Zhong Gui.
I asked impatiently, "Hurry up, who are you? If not, I'm hanging up."
"It's me!" The person on the other end seemed a bit anxious, repeatedly saying, "It's me! It's me!"
"Ah, ah, ah, who the hell are you? State your name!" I didn't know whether to be angry or amused.
"I'm Qingfeng!" The voice finally reacted and shouted loudly.
Qingfeng? Why aren't you calling yourself Vita Heart Connection? It seems this person intends to continue the prank. I wasn't in the mood to play along at that moment, so I pulled the phone away from my ear and was about to hang up when suddenly a name popped into my head. I quickly put the phone back to my ear and exclaimed in surprise, "You are Qingfeng Daozhang?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" The voice on the other end eagerly confirmed.
Qingfeng Daozhang was a friend I used to know. During the Jin Family Incident, he was bribed by Jin Manyuan and conspired with Gu Qingyun to fake Jin Manyuan's death. In exchange, Jin Manyuan transferred the land of Lingxu Temple to him.
Wait, how come you are now a noble Taoist priest, a pure Taoist priest, a moral and respectable Taoist priest who has risen above base interests? Why aren't you stationed at the grand Lingxu Temple but instead running off to Moon City?
Could it be that Lingxu Temple has opened a chain store in Moon City and Qingfeng specially went there to train new recruits? But why are you hoarsely trying to act mysterious? Besides, we are just Mahjong buddies; we aren't close enough for such jokes!
Feeling confused, I asked rather rudely, "Qingfeng Daozhang, you didn't sound like this before. You sound nothing like Zeng Zhiwei! What’s going on?"
Unexpectedly, Qingfeng still had that same voice: "Zhong Gui, Ghost Brother, you must help me; otherwise, our reputation at Lingxu Temple will be ruined."
"First tell me what’s going on." I certainly wouldn't agree casually; what if he was causing trouble in Moon City—stealing things or even committing murder? How could I help him? Am I supposed to break him out of jail?
Fortunately, even though Qingfeng's voice was so hoarse, I could still understand what he was saying.
Three days ago, Lingxu Temple received a big order to perform a grand ritual for a Sudden Death Girl in Moon City.
The scale of this big order is enormous, even comparable to the one from Jin Manyuan. It requires all the Taoists from Lingxu Temple to be involved, and they have offered a higher price, three thousand each for every Taoist.
No need, the people from Lingxu Temple will naturally mobilize entirely, even the old Taoist guarding the gate was brought along. Qingfeng Daozhang is also a person skilled in calculations; he offered two hundred each and hired four security guards to temporarily watch over Lingxu Temple. Over there, it’s three thousand per person, while here with four it’s only eight hundred. Even a fool can do that math.
After arriving in Moon City, unexpectedly, ghostly phenomena occurred continuously at the spirit hall. Qingfeng and the other Taoists were terrified by some unknown entity, but fortunately, it seemed like the ghosts were just playing tricks, which prevented any casualties. Qingfeng's voice turned hoarse after suddenly screaming in fright.
“If you’re scared, just come back!” I laughed.
“Three thousand each!” Qingfeng sighed, his voice becoming increasingly hoarse. “Isn’t it almost the end of the year? We have to give the employees some year-end bonuses.”
“Haha, so what do you want me to help you with?”
“I suspect that someone is causing all this trouble. Aren’t you in this line of work? I want to hire you to come take a look!” Qingfeng Daozhang chuckled awkwardly. “Of course, I’ll pay you five hundred!”
What! What kind of joke is this? You guys chant scriptures for three thousand one, and I’m only worth five hundred? I’m also a skilled worker!
“No time!” I hung up the phone without hesitation.
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