"I have a friend who's a Taoist priest. Of course, he's also a fraud."
"But he's really good at spouting nonsense. He often managed to bamboozle people, so quite a few people came to him for help."
"He never set a fixed fee. Once the job was done, the client simply gave him a red envelope."
"As for how much money was in it, that was up to the client."
"I'm getting off-topic."
"Back to the point. One day, my friend was resting at home when someone suddenly came to ask him for help."
"At the time, he lived in the countryside, and it was already ten at night. He refused to go. It was pitch-black outside, and there were only a few streetlights in the village. He couldn't see the road at all."
"But after the client explained the situation, dropped to his knees, and stuffed some money for his efforts into my Taoist friend's hands, he went."
"As for the matter itself, the client's child had lost his soul. Apparently, he had gone to play by the river and accidentally drowned. Although someone had pulled him out later, he remained unconscious."
On the plane, Dong Huang was telling the story with great seriousness. At that moment, Ning Xi, who was blindfolded, asked, "Why didn't they take him to the hospital if he was unconscious? Why look for a Taoist priest?"
Dong Huang laughed heartily. "You don't understand. In our countryside, we call this losing one's soul."
"The hospital can't treat it. Only a Taoist priest can."
"Alright, don't interrupt. Let me continue."
"When the Taoist priest arrived at the client's house, he asked what his son was called. The client told my friend that his son's name was Li Youcai."
"So my Taoist friend wrote that name on