Feng Xi was speechless for a moment, his eyebrows slightly furrowing.
"How do you know that there's no ghost haunting Zhou Yuanwai's house?"
Of course, I know. You must understand, my relationship with the Corpse King is quite something.
He mentioned that there were hardly any ghosts in Purple Cloud City.
Anyway, there's definitely none at Zhou Yuanwai's house.
Xin Lin murmured quietly in her mind.
But she said aloud.
"I obviously knew it. Your 'Zen' character is written so gently, without any hint of ferocity. It's hardly suitable for a house charm. Besides, if it truly needed to be a house charm, surely one would seek out a high monk from Taichang Temple. You're just a little monk doing odd jobs, how could your writing be of any use?"
Xin Lin pouted.
Feng Xi smiled wryly, realizing that Xin Lin underestimated him.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say that he was actually the Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship.
