Who Told Him To Cultivate Immortality!

Chapter 658 Advice

Meng Jingzhou felt that he had done a lot of good things. Although his background was not very good and he was forced to join the Meng family, he ran away from home early and severed ties with the Meng family.

 After coming to Taoism, he devoted himself even more to practicing, lest his father would come to his door one day, hang him up and beat him.

 Is it the result of fooling around with Lu Yang every day?

That's not right. Then how come Lu Yang has such a deep connection with immortals that he can be taught by the Immortal Fairy personally?

Miao Shan blinked and said with a springy face: "How much do you want, little monk?"

 “Twelve taels of silver.”

"Give."

Without hesitation, Miaoshan took out a silver ingot from his sleeve and slapped it on the table.

Shi Chan checked the authenticity of the silver ingot, then turned around and asked: "Two senior brothers, the female donor has a request, which one of you is willing to donate?"

Meng Jingzhou: “…”

 Lu Yang: “…”

“In a few days, when the poor monk has saved enough money, he will go to Chunxiang Tower again to hone his state of mind.”

 The middle-aged man drank the tea in one gulp and calmed down.

Miao Shan's expression improved.

“Donor, breaking up a couple is not a good thing. A poor monk will not do such behavior because of money. It is detrimental to merit.”

“She used to have a bad temper and go on a hunger strike, and she couldn’t hold on for more than one day. This time she actually lasted for three days. I tried to seduce her with her favorite food, skewers from a barbecue restaurant, but it didn’t work!”

 “What happened to your precious daughter?”

"Okay, please ask the donor if you want to exorcise evil spirits. According to the observation of the poor monk, there are no evil spirits intruding on you, but there is something in your mind, causing panic and sweating."

 Shi Chan poured tea. In the teapot was meditation tea refined by Xuankong Temple.

“I don’t agree with this marriage, and she went on a hunger strike. She didn’t eat for three days in a row!”

 “It’s not me, it’s my daughter.”

 “There is no charge for tea, please drink it.”

Shi Chan clasped his hands together, looked solemn, and said seriously: "Wonderful and kind almsgiver, how can a poor monk and a monk do such a thing?"

Two business orders that came to my door one after another were sent away by Shi Chan, and half an hour later, the third business line came.

 “Then can I not ask for a son?”

"Can."

"Master, can you exorcise evil spirits here?" The middle-aged man came to Shi Chan with a sad look on his face. He seemed troubled at first glance. Deceptive fortune tellers like to deceive such people the most. As long as they say some ambiguous words, the middle-aged man will Those who will be deceived must be sure that the other party is the true master.

“Yesterday’s incident at Chunxiang Tower was just a poor monk who failed to withstand the test.”

"My daughter once went out and met a boy who lived two streets away from our house. From then on, she fell in love with him and fell in love with him at first sight. She said that this was destined to be a fate and that she loved him with all her heart. "

 Shi Chan returned the silver ingot to Miaoshan.

This time it was Miaoshan's turn to be stunned: "Wait a minute, isn't it you, young monk?"

Miao Shan has a strange expression. Judging from your behavior last night, you don’t look like a monk.

“And examples of love at first sight have existed from ancient times to the present, and they are not rare.”

"However, it is not appropriate to go on a hunger strike and cause death. The poor monk can persuade me to give you a thousand gold."

"That's great."

Shi Chan cleaned up the shop, and the three of them went to the middle-aged man's house together.

On the way to the house, the three of them learned that the middle-aged man's name was Zhong Ming, and his family was in the medicine business. His wife died early, and he raised his daughter alone. The daughter's name was Zhong Qing'er, and the boy's name was Kang. for. He bought a 300-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in the morning. It happened that the owner of the Ganoderma lucidum was a female monk who was in the Qi training period. He asked the female monk if there was anyone who could solve the problem if his daughter was possessed by evil spirits. The female monk recommended yesterday's medicine. I met Shi Chan in the hotel at night.

“It turns out that Miss Poria introduced me here.” Lu Yangxin said, no wonder Zhong Ming asked Shi Chan if he could exorcise evil spirits, without even suspecting that he was a liar.

The house is not small, with three entrances and three exits, and the family also employs several servants.

Zhong Ming led the three of them to Zhong Qing'er's boudoir. On the floor were cold meals and barbecued skewers.

“This is my little girl’s boudoir. Well, Master, as a monk, can you enter the boudoir?”

"Of course." Shi Chan pushed open the door and walked into the boudoir generously.

This is an ordinary boudoir, with a round tea table in the middle, burned out candles, and miscellaneous books. Bronze mirrors, rouge powder and other items are placed on the walls.

Zhong Qinger was lying on the bed, her face pale from hunger. When she saw her father coming in with a monk and two unknown people, she said dyingly:

 “If I can’t be with Kang Lang, then I would rather starve to death!”

“Girl, the poor monk is here to persuade you to eat some food. If you choose to starve to death, the poor monk also provides extraordinary services, and the price is more expensive than the advice.”

“The poor monk is quite good at salvation. The poor monk worked in the slaughterhouse for more than a year. Countless livestock died in the hands of the poor monk. Those animals were all saved by the poor monk.”

Shi Chan took out the big flag again and pointed to the word "transfer" written on the flag to prove that he was not lying.

Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou tried their best to look solemn, like Shi Chan's guardians.

Zhong Qing’er: “…”

"The poor monk is not good at talking, and he does not have the eloquence of a Taoist who does not speak, so it is difficult to persuade her successfully. However, the poor monk has Bigu Pill here, which he can force the girl to eat."

“If the girl doesn’t want to, the poor monk can also throw you out of the house and throw you on the street. Then no one will care about the girl’s safety. The girl will not be able to rely on her family, so she will naturally be willing to eat.”

 Zhong Qinger’s face turned paler the more she listened.

Zhong Ming was also shocked. The master looked kind, but his methods were not good at all.

Zhong Qinger was so frightened by Shi Chan that tears welled up in her eyes. Did her father find a monk or a butcher?

 “I, I eat.”

 She was just trying to scare her father so that he would not go on a hunger strike to death.

 “Can I eat the skewers from the BBQ restaurant?”

"No, the donor has not eaten for three days. Overeating may be life-threatening. The donor should mainly eat light food."

Shi Chan turned to Zhong Ming and said, "Please ask the donor to make a bowl of white porridge."

Zhong Ming was surprised at first. He didn't expect his daughter to agree to eat so quickly. Then he was overjoyed and went out to cook the meal himself.

Not long after, Zhong Qinger sipped the white porridge with a spoon.

“Thank you, Master. I wonder how much money Master should charge for incense?”

Shi Chan shook his head: "We can't leave yet. Your daughter is indeed possessed by an evil spirit. She has very weak mana fluctuations."

 Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou nodded secretly. They also saw this. Zhong Qing'er had obviously been cast under a spell to become like this.

 I just don’t know what kind of spell is being cast, or in other words, what kind of spell will make you fall in love with someone?

 “She is under a dream spell.” The Immortal Fairy revealed the spell cast on Zhong Qing’er at a glance.

 “Dream magic?”

"It is a spell that can make people dream. The content of the dream is controlled by the caster. Do you remember my yellow beam pillow? It is similar to that, but it is far less advanced than my pillow."

 (End of this chapter)