Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1507 - 724:

She really was just a medium for delivering messages.

The other party borrowed the incense-laden aura she had absorbed over years at the temple to complete a consciousness projection while she was asleep.

This precisely proves that behind those sunken ruins lies unfathomable depth.

It seems that after this vacation on Yong’an Island, I must find some time to visit the Undersea Ancient City and push open that door leading to the other shore.

Not just for the so-called treasure, but to truly understand the reality of the blue shadow from meditation.

Keeping the initiative in my own hands is Fang Cheng’s usual principle of action.

"I’ve said it all, not a single word left out."

Chen Su raised her sleeve to wipe the sweat from her forehead, looking relieved.

The light in Fang Cheng’s eyes gradually dimmed, returning to his usual composed demeanor.

He fished out his wallet from the pocket of his beach shorts, pulled out a thick wad of large bills, and directly handed it to Chen Su.

"Take it. Go to the town to see a better doctor, get some calming herbal medicine, and have a good sleep."

Fang Cheng said in a calm tone:

"Your task is complete, and you won’t have that dream again in the future."

Chen Su was startled when she looked at the stack of red banknotes and repeatedly waved her hands backward, retreating.

"No, no, no, I absolutely cannot accept this money."

She was very firm in her tone:

"I’m just a coarse person serving under the goddess, passing on a message is my duty, and it’s merit."

"As long as you’ve listened to the message, that’s enough. I have to go to the backyard to clean up the fallen leaves, I’ll be busy now."

She didn’t dare to take the money from Fang Cheng’s hand, awkwardly bowed and retreated.

Then she turned around, picked up the cloth from the merit box, and hurriedly walked toward the corridor on the side of the main hall.

In no time, she disappeared around the corner of the red wall.

Pan Wendi watched the departing figure of the temple priestess and leaned in close to Fang Cheng, lowering his voice to ask:

"Brother Cheng, this sister was saying a lot of things about doors and locks, did you understand any of it?"

"Could it be some enemy deliberately playing tricks, trying to lure you somewhere to ambush you?"

Fang Cheng casually shoved the wallet back into his pocket, turned to give Pan Wendi a faint smile:

"The people on the island are superstitious, probably been watching too many nonsensical TV shows lately, daydreams reflecting in night dreams. Just treat it like a fantasy story, no need to take it to heart."

As he was speaking, a light footstep sounded from the threshold of the main hall.

Lin Chuqiao had finished offering incense, bought something from the divination table, and turned to walk out.

Zhou Xiumei was also holding Wen Xin’s hand, following closely behind.

Just as Lin Chuqiao stepped over the threshold, she saw the figure of the female temple priestess in a blue robe hurriedly leaving.

She walked over to Fang Cheng, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes:

"Brother Cheng, what was that temple priestess mysteriously talking to you about? While I was inside, I felt that she kept staring at you for a long time."

Zhou Xiumei also stopped her steps, quietly standing by.

Though she didn’t speak, her clear eyes were also fixed on Fang Cheng’s face, full of concern.

Fang Cheng appeared calm, casually replied:

"Nothing much. She just came to remind us that there are many tourists here, so we should keep an eye on our valuables."

"I noticed that she’s elderly and working hard, so I casually chatted about family matters."

Wen Xin skipped over, holding the wish tag bought from the temple priestess, shaking Fang Cheng’s clothes:

"Brother, can we go hang the tag now? I want to hang the wish I just wrote at the highest place!"

Fang Cheng lowered his head, smiling as he patted the little girl’s head.

Then he raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping across Lin Chuqiao and Zhou Xiumei’s faces, turning to look at the old banyan tree in the center of the courtyard adorned with red wish tags:

"Let’s go, weren’t you going to make a wish? I’ll take you to hang the tag under the tree."