The top-level boss became famous in the entertainment industry by relying on metaphysics

The talisman in front of me that can ward off all diseases is not a talisman at all. It is not even a rubbing. It is just a ghostly talisman drawn by someone.

"Even if you copy the talisman, it's not so irritating! Disgusting!" Wu Jiaming said angrily.

This is pure fraud.

"What you say is fake means it's fake?" Seeing that Wu Jiaming's angry roar had attracted the attention of many people, the temple owner retorted: "Who knows if that guy just now was the one you hired? Maybe you were just looking at our Nanshan Temple You are very popular and want to deliberately blackmail us! Let me tell you, I have met a lot of people like you in recent years!”

"I have only met someone like you in so many years." Fu Ningyuan glanced at him coldly and said to Wu Jiaming: "I don't think there is any need to continue the investigation. Just report it to the superiors and let the superiors seal it. ”

"Why!"

"You used fake talismans to deceive the masses." Wu Jiaming said.

"You're just lying when you say it's fake?" When the viewer saw someone taking out their mobile phones to take pictures, he pointed at those people irritably and warned them not to take pictures, which was disrespectful to the gods.

"You really dare to pull it out. You even pulled out the gods. I'm really not afraid of being tortured in hell after death!"

"Is he really lying here?" the onlookers asked.

Many people recognized Fu Ningyuan's identity, but they trusted her more than the viewer.

"It's fake." Fu Ningyuan glanced at the talisman in his hand and said, "Yours is also fake."

"Ah! He also said that he asked a master to help him draw it, and he made me wait for a month at a huge price!" said the man.

"Are you still doing hunger marketing?" Wu Jiaming became even more angry.

Many real mystic masters have difficulty even eating, but there are people like this pretending to be mystical masters and making so much money that is heartbreaking.

"You!" The viewer pointed at Fu Ningyuan's nose and cursed: "If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined! You really think I have no means, don't you?"

"Drinking as a penalty?" Fu Ningyuan laughed angrily, and said in a strange way: "I like to eat, if I want to eat, let me try it."

When Fu Ningyuan, Wu Jiaming and the viewer were unhappy, Pei Yanche had already sent someone over and was rushing down the mountain to the mountain. He would be there in a few minutes.

If the observer really dares to do something, they only need to delay it for a few minutes.

Therefore, at this time, Pei Yanche just stood beside Fu Ningyuan, silently watching everything around him.

"Someone, close the door!"

After the temple owner said these words, several people in Taoist uniforms suddenly appeared outside the door and rushed in, closing the door at the same time.

"What are you doing?"

"We just came to the Taoist temple to offer incense. What do you mean?"

"Let us out quickly, or I will call the police!"

At this time, there were only a few pilgrims watching the excitement in the small courtyard. They all panicked and shouted that they wanted to call the police.

"Call the police? Then it depends on whether you have the ability." The viewer sneered, the malice on his face was obvious, "Set up the formation!"

When he gave the order, the disciples changed positions in a "well-trained" way, like dancing and changing queues.

But Fu Ningyuan saw a formation suddenly taking shape under their feet, and her eyes suddenly darkened.

How dare they harm people's lives in public like this.

It's a thousand times more excessive than selling fake talismans.

"Big star, what should I do..."

"This is a society ruled by law!"

Several pilgrims in the small courtyard were anxious. Seeing the ferocious look on the temple master's face, they couldn't help but feel a little scared and hurriedly walked towards Fu Ningyuan.