Chapter 143: Fate Determines Every Peck and Sip

Chapter 143: Fate Determines Every Peck and Sip

Master Pang clutched his son, whose breaths were barely perceptible, and looked around frantically, as if praying for someone to save his son.

When his eyes fell on Taoist Master Huiyin, Master Pang’s eyes brightened, as if he had found a lifeline. His voice hoarse, he pleaded, "Taoist Master Huiyin! Please, look at my son, Weiyou! He, he’s like this! What’s happening?"

Huiyin, looking somewhat pale, approached and examined Weiyou, who was limp and unconscious in Master Pang’s arms. His expression grew graver.

Nevertheless, he reached out and placed his fingers on Weiyou’s wrist to feel the pulse.

Master Pang held his breath, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

At that moment, Madam Pang slowly regained consciousness and, struggling to rise, sought to check on her son. Seeing Huiyin taking Weiyou’s pulse, she quickly covered her mouth to stifle any sound that might disturb the master trying to save her son’s life.

They had met Taoist Master Huiyin through a friend’s introduction. He had used a Taoist charm water to temporarily stabilize Weiyou’s condition and suggested finding a person deeply blessed with good fortune to suppress the misfortune brought by the malevolent spirit afflicting Weiyou.

This time, it must work!

With her mouth covered, Madam Pang trembled slightly, her eyes brimming with anticipation as she looked at Taoist Master Huiyin.

After a long while, under the expectant gazes of Master and Madam Pang, Huiyin withdrew his fingers and slowly shook his head.

"The young master’s lifespan will end in just a few days."

It was as if they had been struck by lightning!

Madam Pang screamed, refusing to accept it. "How is this possible? Weiyou was just fine a moment ago! Didn’t you say that finding a deeply blessed girl would save my son’s life?"

As if recalling something, her eyes frantically searched the room.

Xingxing was nestled in Granny Wei’s arms and, upon meeting Madam Pang’s gaze, her small body trembled, shrinking further into Granny Wei’s embrace.

Ignoring everything, Madam Pang struggled to her feet and approached Xingxing, completely oblivious to the fact that the child was in Granny Wei’s arms, and reached out to pull her. "You, you need to go to my son right away!"

Her voice was sharp, filled with panic. "Quick, quick!"

Granny Wei’s expression changed, and protecting Xingxing, she stepped back a few paces.

Third Brother Yu and Fourth Lamb Yu positioned themselves in front of Granny Wei.

Madam Pang was in a rage. "Someone, quick! Panic! Someone, grab that girl!"

A servant stepped forward, attempting to sneak up behind Weipozi. The old Taoist, who had been standing silently, suddenly moved with the speed of lightning—no one saw the move. They only saw the servant who had tried to sneak up cry out in pain. His hand was held firmly by the old Taoist priest, completely unable to move.

A glint of cruelty crossed Boss Pang's eyes. He was just about to call for more house guards when Huiyin stepped between them and shook his head. "Layman Pang, don't persist in delusion."

Boss Pang trembled.

Unable to accept the outcome, he held his son tightly in his arms, tears streaming down his face. "Impossible! Weiyou was getting better, he was—"

He couldn't continue, sobbing uncontrollably.

Madam Pang shoved away the maid supporting her and stood before Huiyin, shrieking, "You said Weiyou would get better! We did as you said and found someone with deep blessings. Why, why is my son—"

Her face turned greenish, and she looked like a vengeful spirit.

Even Huiyin took a step back.

The old Taoist priest effortlessly threw the servant aside and suddenly spoke up. "Instead of asking this young priest 'why' repeatedly, you should reflect on what atrocious deeds you've committed to have your son cursed with such misfortune."

Boss Pang was just about to deny it when he suddenly recalled something, his already pale face growing even paler.

Madam Pang, however, was utterly out of control. Her hair, which had become disheveled during the struggle with Weipozi over Xingxing, fell across her face, making her look somewhat mad. She glared fiercely at the old Taoist priest and hissed, "Don't spout rubbish! Weiyou is the only son of our Pang family for three generations. How could he—"

Madam Pang suddenly thought of something, and her expression changed abruptly.

"Are you saying it's the doing of those lowly lives?" Madam Pang's voice rose sharply, as if she had been struck. "They received money from our Pang family; it was their duty to mine the mountains for us. If they died in the mines, can we be blamed?!"

Huiyin gasped.

He had only vaguely heard from a friend that the Pang couple donated some money to charities every year and seemed like decent people, so he hadn't thought much of it.

Who would have thought that the Pang family was so bold as to engage in illegal mining?!

Mining, after all, was fraught with accidents. Some unscrupulous mine owners pushed the miners relentlessly or failed to provide adequate safety measures, sometimes resulting in avoidable disasters.

Huiyin felt that in Madam Pang's mad words, the blood of countless lives was spilled.

He couldn't say a word and closed his eyes.

Mr. Pang naturally thought of those lives as well, but he still seemed unable to fully believe it. “... Impossible, how could it be?”

However, Huiyin had his eyes closed and seemed to be murmuring something softly.

The old Taoist priest was expressionless, but his eyes carried a chill.

Mr. Pang’s voice gradually faded.

Mrs. Pang went berserk again, her bloodshot eyes making her look even more like she was from hell. “Fine, so you’re saying it’s those worthless lives seeking revenge, right?! Then let them come for me! What does this have to do with my Youer?!

She flung her arms toward the ceiling wildly, “Come for me! If you have the ability, come for me!”

Her state was truly terrifying, and Xingxing huddled deeper into Grandmother Wei’s arms, clinging tightly to her neck.

Grandmother Wei gently patted Xingxing’s back soothingly. “Don’t be scared, Xingxing. Grandma’s here.”

The old Taoist priest said slowly, “Every morsel and every sip is preordained by heaven. Your son enjoyed the ill-gotten gains that you earned, so naturally, he must bear the karmic consequences that come with this blood-stained money. For example, this time, you forcibly deceived Xingxing here. She is deeply blessed, and your actions are going against the natural order. By attempting to steal the blessings of others, you will suffer the consequences.”

Mrs. Pang looked as if she had been hit hard, stumbling backward.

She shook her head, muttering, “No, impossible, this absolutely cannot be... My Youer has been getting better these past two days.”

Seeking his agreement, she suddenly looked at Mr. Pang. “Sir, our Youer was getting better, wasn’t he? This can’t be real, it’s not!”

The old Taoist priest said lightly, “Have you not heard of a deathbed rally? This is just a temporary improvement at the end of your son’s life. It’s all illusion.”

Mrs. Pang, with her hair disheveled, collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.