Just as William Clark was lost in his own world, grinning foolishly, Mr. Miller's voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"Uh, Big Miller, it's nothing..."

William Clark turned around and saw Mr. Miller standing a little over a meter behind him, his right hand extended, about to pat him on the shoulder. William Clark couldn't help but laugh, "Big Miller, the yin fiendish energy has already been dispelled by me, and I just checked the feng shui of this house for you—it's actually excellent. Just make sure not to make any other changes in the future. Oh, and the pond behind the house needs to be filled in as soon as possible, or else trouble will still come."

According to William Clark's guess, the golden glow he saw earlier at Mr. Miller's house probably represented wealth and prosperity, but the pond at the back door disrupted the feng shui of the whole house, which is why the car accident involving Second Miller happened.

"Thank you, little master, thank you, thank you, little immortal! I'll go find someone to fill in the pond right away."

Seeing William Clark turn around, Mr. Miller withdrew his hand that was about to pat his shoulder, his face full of gratitude, thanking him over and over, which made William Clark feel a bit embarrassed. "Big Miller, do you... do you really believe everything I said?"

Mr. Miller nodded vigorously and said, "I do, why wouldn't I? As soon as you performed the ritual and chanted, that eerie feeling disappeared."

Mr. Miller hadn't really pinned much hope on William Clark, but just now, when William Clark was doing his mystical act, that chilly aura that had made him uncomfortable suddenly vanished.

As the saying goes, facts speak louder than words. Not only is the old immortal skilled, but even this kid is extraordinary. At this moment, Mr. Miller looked up to William Clark and his master with the utmost admiration and respect.

"Perform a ritual, my ass. The yin fiendish energy all ran into my body, of course it's gone."

Hearing Mr. Miller's words, William Clark cursed inwardly. Although the result was good and he figured out the use of that tortoiseshell in his mind, when the yin energy entered his body, it really gave William Clark quite a scare.

Hearing that his family's troubles weren't over yet, Mr. Miller had no mind to listen to the little immortal's teachings any longer. After flattering William Clark a bit, he said, "Little master, you take a rest. I'll go get someone to fill in the fish pond..."

But Mr. Miller was still very thoughtful. As he was leaving, he told his wife to go to the market and buy a bunch of snacks and toys for William Clark. After all, this little immortal... is still a child.

"Master, you're awake? Hey, why are you looking at me like that?" As soon as William Clark returned to the room, he found the old Daoist staring at him with a very strange expression.

Chapter 008: Sugar Figurine

"You brat, although the 'Duren Sutra' can resolve fiendish energy, it can't do it that fast. How did you manage it?"

The old Daoist had just been dozing off when he suddenly sensed a change in the world's energy. When he opened his eyes, he found that all the fiendish energy in the courtyard had vanished, which shocked him greatly.

You know, people who have cultivated have especially strong magnetic fields, and such people have a very obvious effect on the surrounding magnetic field. If the old Daoist himself performed a ritual to dispel the fiendish energy, he would definitely be much more effective than most eminent monks.

But William Clark is just a kid! He's only been learning these arts for a few years. How could he have dispelled all the fiendish energy in such a short time? Even the old Daoist himself couldn't do that.

Hearing the old Daoist's question, William Clark bit into a candied hawthorn bought by Mrs. Miller, and mumbled, "How would I know, Master? This 'Duren Sutra' is pretty useful though..."

William Clark had made up his mind—he wouldn't tell anyone about this. Maybe the old Daoist would believe him, but if he told his father or classmates, they'd definitely think he was crazy.

"Strange, really strange..."

Seeing that William Clark couldn't explain it either, the old Daoist stroked his beard, looking puzzled. But modern society is different from the past—technology is flourishing, and many things are hard to figure out. The old Daoist could only sigh.

William Clark was still a child at heart. After sitting in the room for a while, he couldn't help but stand up and say, "Hehe, Master, I'm going to the town fair to play. I'll be back for dinner..."

Maolu Town was dozens of li away from where William Clark lived. Even during the holidays, he rarely came here. If he hadn't been eating other people's food, William Clark would have run off to the town to play long ago.

The old Daoist waved his hand and said, "Go ahead, just remember this house, so you don't get lost on your way back."

With his master's permission, William Clark ran out happily. As he was leaving, Mrs. Miller stuffed a 'Worker-Peasant-Soldier' bill into his pocket, which made William Clark so happy he almost had snot bubbles coming out of his nose.

You know, in those days, even during the New Year when adults gave children lucky money, it was just a shiny fifty-cent or one-yuan note. When people got married or had kids, the gift money was usually just one or two yuan.

And at that time, there were still two years to go before the fourth series of RMB was issued in 1988. The ten-yuan note was already the largest denomination in circulation.

So for William Clark, this 'Worker-Peasant-Soldier' bill was practically an astronomical sum. Other than seeing such a "big" bill in his dad's hands, he'd never touched one himself.