Chapter 450 The God of Wealth

Chapter 450 The Wealth Deity

Jiang Yu took Lin Chenghui and the others to where the person murdered by Sun Biao had been found, then went with them to the temple again.

"The last time I came here was many years ago. Back then, this place was just a shabby temple."

Now, things were different. Sun Biao’s crew had fixed it up, making it look decent.

Lin Chenghui and He Tingyue entered with guns drawn, rounding up Sun Biao’s men, including Zhang Chunhua.

Anyone who resisted or tried to flee didn’t hesitate to get shot by He Tingyue.

This was the first time Jiang Yu had seen He Tingyue fire his gun. Instead of being scared, she found him incredibly attractive in that moment!

He really looked hottest when focused.

After they secured the area, Jiang Yu followed them inside.

He Tingyue, however, freed one hand to cover her eyes.

"Dirty stuff—don’t look."

Jiang Yu pushed his hand away, her lips set stubbornly.

"I’ll wash my eyes when I get back tonight."

What she saw next stunned her.

A crowd of half-naked people were herded out, and it suddenly clicked.

This was the temple’s method of "helping" people "pray for a child."

Who knew how many lives this would wreck—ultimately, it was the women who would suffer the most.

"Hui Zi, can we keep this confidential?"

Lin Chenghui’s face was tense, wanting to gun them down right then.

"I’ll try."

But it would be difficult.

The temple was well-known, and its sudden raid would inevitably arouse curiosity. Keeping it under wraps would be a challenge.

"Let’s move out," He Tingyue said, pulling Jiang Yu close.

Lin Chenghui nodded. "Let’s go!"

Zhang Chunhua shouted frantically, "Jiang Yu, help me! I had nothing to do with this! I just happened to be here—I don’t even know who Sun Biao is!"

Jiang Yu paused, her gaze turning frosty.

"You don’t know him? Then why did Sun Biao kill for you? Zhang Chunhua, you were the one who made the deal, and Han Tianhua sent him to follow you. And he was innocent—how could you not hesitate to have him killed?"

Zhang Chunhua’s legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground, staring in shock at Jiang Yu.

"I never wanted him dead! I just told Sun Biao to take him away—Sun Biao was the one who killed him! This isn’t on me! I was clueless!"

Jiang Yu ignored her and headed down the mountain.

Halfway up the mountain, He Tingyue suddenly said, "I remember you mentioned there are persimmon trees over there."

Jiang Yu nodded, "Yes, but I doubt there'd be any left for us to pick."

Since she had revealed the location, the people of Nanhe Village had first dibs and wouldn't wait for outsiders.

He Tingyue ran his fingers through her hair, "Let's go take a look. Maybe there are still some left."

Jiang Yu knew he was trying to help her shake off the scare, afraid she might never dare to go up the mountain again, so she didn't refuse his kindness.

"I grew up in Nanhe Village and have been to this mountain countless times. I never imagined something like this could happen."

After experiencing so much today, it all felt like a dream to her now, leaving her worn out.

Knowing the place like the back of her hand, she quickly found the spot where the persimmon trees grew.

Under the trees, they were surprised to find that a few persimmons still hung this year.

Jiang Yu said wryly, "Is this considered good luck?"

He Tingyue shrugged out of his jacket and swiftly climbed the tree.

"Why not?"

He picked the largest one and told Jiang Yu to hold out his coat, landing it right in the fabric.

"Try it."

Jiang Yu wiped it and took a bite.

The frost-chilled persimmon was crisp, carrying a clean, icy sweetness.

"Sweet!"

He Tingyue picked several more, a few slipping past Jiang Yu and falling to the ground.

Too thrifty to let them go to waste, she ran over to pick them up one by one.

Winded from scrambling around, she plopped down to rest.

"Before, whenever I came here, I always felt scared."

Because there was a grave nearby, and with no one around, it was dead quiet.

Later, when she was starving enough and had no choice but to come pick persimmons, she realized fear didn't seem to matter.

Sometimes, when she got to talking, she would even chat with the grave.

"I asked Uncle He, but no one knows who's buried here. They weren't one of ours."

Could've been from anywhere, and no one knew if they were male or female.

Having picked enough, He Tingyue jumped down from the tree and brushed his hands together.

Whenever Jiang Yu told him these stories, he never interrupted, just listening.

Suddenly—

"Hey now, it looks like this grave was dug up?"

Jiang Yu stood up and leaned in for a closer look.

Whenever she came here before, she would always clear away the weeds around the grave without fail.

But because she hadn’t come the previous year, the weeds had grown back.

If not for these weeds providing cover, someone would have noticed something off about the grave much sooner.

Jiang Yu frowned. "Was it grave robbers?"

But this grave wasn’t new—why hadn’t anyone noticed it before?

He Tingyue also walked over, crouched down to examine it, and dug a few handfuls of dirt.

An ordinary earthen grave, after so many years, should’ve had hard-packed soil.

Yet with just a casual dig, he managed to pull up loose dirt.

"This soil is fresh—someone dug it up and filled it back in. Rather than grave robbery, it seems more like..."

It hit Jiang Yu. "Someone buried something inside!"

She and He Tingyue exchanged glances, both instantly thinking of the "treasure" Zhang Chunhua had mentioned.

Jiang Yu grew excited. "Should we dig it up?"

She wasn’t exactly a saint who could resist digging up treasure once she saw it.

He Tingyue found a sturdy branch nearby and started digging where he’d just loosened the dirt.

Suddenly, a gold bar tumbled out.

Both of them froze, staring at the shiny thing, frozen.

He Tingyue picked it up, hefted it in his palm, and handed it to Jiang Yu.

"About one or two taels."

Jiang Yu quickly calculated the current gold price—this one bar was worth almost three hundred, enough to get anyone’s pulse racing.

He Tingyue kept digging, and more gold bars kept tumbling out, all of similar sizes.

As he dug, Jiang Yu counted.

After the thirty-eighth bar fell, the gold stopped coming—they started finding jewelry instead.

Gold and silver bracelets, necklaces, and all kinds of gold utensils.

Jiang Yu marveled, "No wonder Zhang Chunhua said there was treasure here."

This was a real treasure trove, no doubt.

Beyond the gold, digging deeper revealed bags stuffed with cash—all big bills!

Stuffed in those plastic woven bags, Jiang Yu gave up counting, her head spinning from the haul.

She had never seen so much money in her life—there was no way she could resist.

"Now I get who was buried here," Jiang Yu said with a sigh.

He Tingyue: "...You recognized it just by these gold bars?"

Jiang Yu gave him a sidelong glance. "Isn't it obvious? This is the Money God!"

He Tingyue was at a loss for words.

"Honey, I think you're more like the Money God," he said.

Aside from gold, silver, and cash, they also dug up some antiques and paintings.

He tallied them up—there were forty-two gold bars in total, not counting any still buried.

As for the stacks of cash, each bundle was worth a thousand, totaling eighty-three bundles.

The gold, silver, and jade artifacts, we'll deal with those later, he thought.

"Honey, we can't keep all these things," he said.

Of course, they would take some—he wasn’t that selfless either, like Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu nodded. "I was thinking the same. Turn in some of it and keep the rest."

He Tingyue asked, "How much do you think we should keep?"

"I don't need much—just these gold bars," she said, pointing at them. "We can hand over the rest to the factory. What do you think?"

The couple quickly agreed and were immediately on the same page.