The real daughter calculates with her fingers, she will become rich after the divorce

Everyone was shocked by this sudden change.

People with children hurriedly found a place to take shelter from the rain, and the road that was originally blocked by water finally became empty.

Bu Ming laughed maniacally.

His hands kept squeezing his neck, and he kept swearing in dialect.

Thinking of this action, he just wanted to get the ghost away from him.

Meng Xingluan watched coldly.

After a while, she walked together to the eaves to take shelter from the rain.

Make way for a space.

Lightning flashed across the sky with ferocity.

The next second, he descended with a gasp.

After the dazzling light flashed, everyone squinted and saw that there was a burnt black mark at the location of Bu Ming.

The lightning...didn't strike Bu Ming?

Someone showed a surprised expression.

"What does God mean by this? Shouldn't he be struck to death by lightning?"

[Why don’t you suspect that Meng Xingluan is wrong? Just relying on this thunder not to strike him, I feel that she was wronged! 】

[This mine also comes with its own navigation. If it weren’t for the live broadcast, I almost thought it was some kind of special effect. 】

[So what is going on? 】

[Master Meng can’t be slandering people, right? 】

Some people have already begun to question the barrage.

The parties concerned were unhurried.

On the contrary, I feel that this Lei understands the world.

Today is the day when Bodhi Taoist Temple reopens for business. If someone dies, it must be bad luck.

It would be perfect to drop a thunder to scare Bu Ming.

Bu Ming was frightened.

There is a dark mark faintly visible between the pants.

He was scared to pee.

Meng Xingluan stared at him with disgust, and then said after a moment: "If you want to get rid of what you are doing now, there is only one way."

"Then surrender."

In fact, Meng Xingluan could not have said this sentence.

Just let the child who turned into a ghost go to him and ask for his life.

but……

The number of merit points gained from converting the imp is considerable.

Meng Xingluan was moved.

Both the left and right are dead, so it is better to use the laws of China to let Bu Ming die.

It was clear that he was the culprit, yet he acted like a victim.

Two months after the child's death, he was afraid of retaliation, so he went to the master to ask for a talisman.

Then, while the family was not paying attention, he lit the talisman and mixed the ashes with the ashes.

I thought I would spend the night with the vixen, but unexpectedly the other party ran away with the money.

Just leave one sentence.

[You are such a person that you can even attack your own child. It’s terrible. For my own personal safety, I can only leave. Stop looking for me. I wish us each well. 】

Bu Ming was so angry that day!

But after venting his anger, he went back with a sullen face and wanted to beg his wife for forgiveness.

He knelt down and said that he should not have an affair, and vowed to take care of his family wholeheartedly from now on.

But how can a heartbroken and disappointed person be fooled again?

Bu Ming was divorced.

Because he was the at fault party, all the family property was awarded to his wife.

In the past two months, he had suffered mental and physical torture, and his life was in pain.

But I don’t want to die.

That's why I took the risk to find Meng Xingluan today.

When the man listened to the woman's words, he subconsciously resisted.

But before he could struggle to get up, another thunder struck.

This time it still didn't hit him.

But the spirit was inevitably hurt a second time.

Bu Ming almost fainted from fright.

The eardrums of my ears hurt, and my head felt like it was going to explode.

He was still breathing his last breath.

Meng Xingluan hit 110.

"This is your last chance."

……

An hour later, Bu Ming was taken away.

Just in case, Meng Xingluan also placed a mantra spell on him.

When he tells the truth and is sentenced, those merit points will belong to the Taoist temple.

Meng Xingluan looked at the foggy sky.

I couldn't help but think of my master, Taoist Master Qingxu.

After I received an email from him during the divorce, I haven't heard from him since.

No matter what method I use, I can't get in touch.

"Master Meng..."

The call from the people around her brought her thoughts back.

Meng Xingluan tilted his head coldly, "Huh?"

"Master Meng, are you telling fortunes today? I want to tell my fortune..."

The girl asked cautiously.

I was afraid that I might say something wrong and make her angry.

Meng Xingluan glanced at the group of people standing under the eaves, thought for a moment and then made a decision.

"Today is just fortune-telling, and the time is until six o'clock in the evening."

The heavy atmosphere was completely broken by these words.

Someone cheered a few times.

Meng Xingluan asked Song Nanzhu to move a table and a chair to the side hall.

The queue for the fortune teller was very long, and some people had a hard time waiting, so they bought incense and worshiped the gods.

Today is bound to be a busy day.

Most people were asking about marriage, and the answers Meng Xingluan gave were very accurate.

One hexagram means five hundred, if you can’t buy it, you will suffer a loss, and you can’t buy it but you won’t be fooled!

It’s just charity!

The live broadcast room costs thousands!

Those who came to the Taoist temple today were very happy.

Being able to ask the master to tell fortunes in person directly eliminates the status of not being a non-chief.

You must know that every time Meng Xingluan's live broadcast is watched online by millions of people, but she only draws three destined people in one session.

The odds are lower than the odds of winning the lottery.

But today is different!

Just wait in line today and it will count!

Song Nanzhu lamented Meng Xingluan's popularity. As a logistics worker, he thoughtfully poured water for his senior sister.

"Junior brother is so considerate."

"He's cute, I wish I had a brother like him."

"I really envy my junior brother to be able to stay with the master every day."

Faced with the enthusiastic compliments of many strangers, if Song Nanzhu had a tail, he would have lifted it up to the sky.

Halfway through, the little orange cat came over to do business.

After eating so many merit points, the cat's entire body became chubby.

It made several little girls squat down and couldn't help but reach out and touch its head.

The orange cat is also very considerate and makes a comfortable sound of "purring".

"Ah, so cute!"

Orange cats have become a new favorite.

Many people took out their mobile phones to take pictures of it, and even the bolder ones took a group photo.

Of course, the result is just a few more cat paw prints on the body.

Meng Xingluan was busy in front, and Song Nanzhu was responsible for the simple work of pouring water.

When I get bored, I chat with Wei Heng.

After being prompted by the other party, Song Nanzhu raised his cell phone to take pictures of Meng Xingluan.

No matter which angle the shot is taken from, Meng Xingluan has no blind spots.

Song Nanzhu posted it directly online without even using a p.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The fortune-telling team grew instead of decreasing. After the last person's point was blocked, Song Nanzhu persuaded the others to retreat.

"Everyone, please leave. Senior sister is very tired today! It's just as useful for you to worship the statues! Those who are sincere will be spiritual!"

After Meng Xingluan finished calculating the last hexagram, he felt his throat was hoarse and his neck was sore.

She raised her hand and hammered it. The moment she lowered her eyes, her phone vibrated.

The caller was from the Beijing Police Department.

But it was not the police who spoke.

"Meng Xingluan, please propose the terms for reconciliation."