Chapter 59: Feng Zhaoning, the Ghost-Faced Divine Doctor

An had to speak up.

He, too, had emerged from the shadows.

Naturally, he knew just how terrifying these masters were...

Could anyone who had spent ten or twenty years in such a place, rising to immense power and renown, possibly be a normal person?

"The masters dower upon Young Miss the most; they certainly will not hold any resentment toward you."

Lin Mo dared not jump to conclusions.

Before Lin Mo was sent to the countryside and adopted,

she had always been with her older brothers.

It was just that her brothers' personalities were hardly agreeable.

One could even describe them as terrifying.

Lin Mo sighed, feeling somewhat apprehensive.

She stood up and walked outside, with An following closely by her side.

As soon as she stepped out, murmurs broke out among the students.

"Is that person a rich second-generation heir? She even brings a bodyguard to school."

"Obviously. Rich people are just afraid to die, but it also shows her family cares a lot about her."

"Some people are born in Rome, I'm so envious."

"That guy outside doesn't look bad either. I'm so jealous, pity I've been single since birth."

"I bet she's definitely the campus belle of this year, and a filthy rich one at that."

"I love her even more!"

...

"Thud."

The car door closed.

Lin Mo climbed into the luxury vehicle.

Lin Qinglang tried to approach, but was blocked by An.

"Step one more inch closer, and I will make a move against you." An furrowed his brows, his towering stature lending him an intimidating presence. "Our Young Miss is of noble birth, do not court your own death!"

Lin Qinglang looked at the young girl inside the car.

Her profile was stunningly beautiful.

Her entire demeanor was detached and regal.

"Momo, I don't know what you've been through, but, but I will make it up to you, I will make up for all the harm caused to you!"

Lin Mo retrieved a business card from her bag and passed it outward through the car window.

"Give it to him."

An dropped the business card and got into the front passenger seat.

The driver immediately pulled away.

"Momo!" Lin Qinglang clutched the business card, watching helplessly as the car drove off.

He sat miserably on the roadside, clutching the card tightly in his hand.

Yaoming Group CEO, Einan.

"Einan? No..."

Lin Qinglang refused to believe it; he was certain this was Lin Mo.

He wasn't so blind that he couldn't even recognize his own sister!

He pulled out his phone and with trembling fingers dialed Lin Hen's number.

The phone was powered off.

A conflicted and repressed expression crossed Lin Qinglang's face as he carefully tucked the business card into his chest pocket.

Terrified of losing it.

Inside the temple.

Candles and incense burned, wisps of white smoke drifting slowly through the air, rising and vanishing into the shadows of the cloth banners.

Lin Hen wore a plain white cotton-linen tunic, kneeling on a straw mat.

Surrounding him were the chanting voices of monks.

More than a dozen monks were reciting the Rebirth Mantra.

A memorial tablet was enshrined at the front.

Inscribed with the name: Lin Mo.

Lin Hen kowtowed, and when he stood up, he gazed at the statues of the various deities and Buddhas filling the grand hall.

Tears welled up in his eyes: "I beg the deities and Buddhas to treat Momo well..."

For seven consecutive days, Lin Hen stayed in the temple, performing rites for the departed to help guide Lin Mo's soul to the other shore.

He had heard that those who died tragic deaths without intact bodies

found it very difficult to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

The chanting concluded, and Lin Hen rose and walked out of the hall, his knees numb from prolonged kneeling.

Outside, Qin Lian stood beneath a tree and rushed over the moment she caught sight of Lin Hen.

Frowning deeply, she looked extremely worried: "What is wrong with you? You've been away from home for so long, not answering calls or replying to messages—I thought something had happened to you."

"Wanwan is leaving for school in the next few days; you should be at home keeping your sister company."

"Everyone is hurting, is it any use for you to just run away and hide?"

Lin Hen frowned: "Enough."

"You were far too unfair to Momo. Your sins are grave."

"You should stay here too, chanting scriptures to redeem your sins for her."

Qin Lian felt that Lin Hen had lost his mind. As a racing driver who usually feared nothing and observed no taboos, how had he suddenly become so superstitious?

"Second brother, you need to have some sense of proportion."

"Just because Momo died, has grief driven you mad?"

"Say no more." Lin Hen's tone was icy. "Last month,"

"when I lost a street race and someone demanded my life, it was Momo who came and saved me."

"And this time at the reservoir, she saved me a second time."

Lin Hen stood straight and tall: "Forget seven days of chanting, even three years of chanting is nothing less than what I owe her."

Qin Lian looked at Lin Hen in sheer disbelief.

At such a young age, to be obsessed with a temple—he was truly beyond saving.

"Sigh, fine, it's probably for the best that you stay here and calm down."

"Stop dwelling on guilt all the time. You weren't entirely terrible to Momo; her fate was simply bitter, she lacked the blessing to enjoy it."

Qin Lian stepped forward to burn a stick of incense as well.

Seeing Lin Hen's haggard appearance, her heart ached terribly: "Even if you stay here, you must take care of your own health."

Lin Hen gave a low acknowledgment, pulled out his phone, and powered it on.

He saw that Lin Qinglang had sent a flood of messages.

Initially, he intended to ignore them.

Upon closer inspection, he found they all contained the exact same message:

[Come back quickly, Momo is still alive!]

Lin Hen's entire body shook. Casting all else aside, he grabbed his car keys and hurried down the mountain.

His mind echoed with a single phrase.

——Momo is still alive!

Lin Mo had gone to school solely to handle her enrollment paperwork.

She returned to the villa.

Sheng Cang was not yet home.

Qiuer walked upstairs cradling an evening gown. "Miss, you're back. Right on time, your new dress has just been ironed, come try it on quickly."

Qiuer was a lively girl, plump and blessed with an auspicious look.

"Back when I was in the villa, my job was just cleaning and tidying up. Now it's wonderful, I'm fully dedicated to serving you."

"Not having to wait on the young master is truly a blessing from the heavens!"

Qiuer chatted cheerfully as she escorted Lin Mo back to her bedroom.

Lin Mo looked at the evening gown: "Is my brother that difficult to serve?"

Qiuer didn't dare speak recklessly, but the domestic staff all shared a tacit understanding.

Young Master Sheng was simply too terrifying!

Every single day they experienced what it felt like to walk on thin ice beside a monarch!

Especially since he wore a dark expression day in and day out; a single glance from him was enough to send a chill straight through one's heart.

"Not really, it's just... well... we're afraid of making mistakes, you see."

Lin Mo pressed her lips into a smile: "That's true enough."

The dress was laid out across the bed.

It was a pale blue tulle gown.

Ethereal and dreamlike, brimming with girlish romance.

"Did my brother order this to be bought?"

Qiuer shook her head: "The designer saw your photographs, worked through the night to finish it, and had it delivered. It's custom-made."

"In a moment, I'm afraid you'll be meeting quite a few guests."

"The master said you must make do with wearing this outfit tonight, and even better ones will be made afterward."

Qiuer giggled secretly: "Anyway, it's just that the young master dotes on you too much, he wants to give you the absolute best of everything."

Lin Mo asked in bewilderment: "Ah?"

Sure enough, quite a few people had arrived at the estate.

Haute couture fashion designers, fine jewelry designers, representatives from various luxury brands, and more...

Even interior decoration designers had come.

They orbited around Lin Mo all afternoon, treating her with the utmost deference, much like attendants serving a princess.

After dealing with everyone for a long time, Lin Mo felt a splitting headache and profound exhaustion.

Such a scene was a rare sight even during her peak years as a top celebrity in her past life.

One had to know that these were all top-tier, fiercely busy designers who had somehow cleared their schedules entirely to serve her here.

Even established artists had to carefully cultivate relationships with high-end luxury brands;

they couldn't simply summon such people at a whim.

Once she finished seeing the visitors, Lin Mo watched as the villa's servants busily decorated the house.

Qiuer hurried over to remind her to change: "Miss, come quickly and let me do your hair and makeup, Master Feng is on his way!"

At the mention of Feng Zhaoning, Qiuer's complexion turned somewhat sickly, and her hands trembled slightly.

Lin Mo paused, thinking of Feng Zhaoning.

The Twelve Asuras of the Shadows were ranked according to the order in which they joined.

Sheng Cang had entered the earliest, ranking first.

While Feng Zhaoning ranked second.

The Ghost-Faced Divine Doctor, Feng Zhaoning...

Lin Mo furrowed her brows slightly: "I understand."