A Husband and Wife Flee a Demonic Evil

"Do you really want me to tell you?"

"I do!"

"Aren't you afraid you won't be able to bear it?"

"Please, go ahead!"

"Your features look ordinary to me. I'm afraid you were a man without good fortune in your early years, losing both your parents and drifting from place to place. You probably picked up someone else's blessings when you made your fortune, and that was how you rose to prominence. This..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Zhang Xuezhou had spoken off the cuff, but Wang Fugui's heart immediately began pounding.

Though the Han Dynasty was growing stronger by the day, its early years had seen no shortage of war and turmoil, and Wang Fugui had made his fortune during those troubled times.

Some of what had happened was painful to look back on, and some of it had been unlawful.

The court had lacked the power to investigate some of the disorder that had accompanied the wars, allowing Wang Fugui to acquire not only a new identity but also a family fortune. By dealing with matters flexibly, he had gone on to prosper.

After turning forty, Wang Fugui had been through a great deal and had come to understand a few things. He had begun doing good deeds wherever he went and had even earned a reputation as Wang the Great Benefactor.

But those matters remained buried in Wang Fugui's heart. His atonement could not take him back to the past, nor could it easily wash away what he had done.

"My lord, will this bring some misfortune?" Wang Fugui asked in a low voice.

"What I say doesn't determine matters involving demonic evils," Zhang Xuezhou said. "Do one good deed a day, and your sins will lessen. Be a good man, and demonic evils will naturally leave you untouched!"