The master of metaphysics is short of money in the five elements

Chapter 1 Going Down the Mountain
Beijing City, Yining Villa Area.

In order to save his son from a strange illness, Zhang Jianguo invited a group of capable people to his home.

When Fu Niannian came, several people had already arrived in the room. She took a quick glance and saw that among those people there were monks, Taoist priests, and even witchcraft masters.

Several people saw that she was young and beautiful, and thought she was a friend of the young master of the Zhang family. They didn't pay much attention to her. They only glanced at her briefly and then looked away.

Just at this time, Zhang Jianguo came down from upstairs. His face was exhausted, his eyes were red, and his hair was a little messy. When facing them, he forced a smile: "Masters, my son is awake now. Go up and see him." ?”

Several people nodded, stood up and walked upstairs, and Fu Niannian followed slowly.

When Zhang Jianguo saw Fu Niannian who was a few steps behind, his first reaction was that this girl couldn't be his son's romantic partner, right?Then he remembered that the son of the old Zhao family suddenly called him yesterday and said that he would recommend a master to him.

Although he had long heard Zhao Yunen say that she was a female master and repeatedly emphasized that she had real abilities and must not be neglected, he still felt that such a young and beautiful girl was not that powerful.

Zhao Yunen was probably deceived by her.

As soon as she stepped into Zhang Huaisheng's bedroom, Fu Niannian felt a rush of blood rushing to her forehead. She looked at Zhang Huaisheng lying on the bed and raised her eyebrows.

The two monks and the three Taoist priests must have known each other. After seeing Zhang Huaisheng's face and palm reading, they gathered together and whispered.

After releasing the Gu insects to investigate, the witch and Gu master shook his head and said to Zhang Jianguo: "He is already dying. I can't save him. I'm leaving." After saying that, he left the villa regardless of other people's expressions.

Zhang Jianguo looked at the two monks and three Taoist priests with a pale face, placing all his remaining hope on them: "Masters, what happened to my son?"

The monk and the Taoist priests looked at each other, and one of the old Taoist priests with a gray beard said: "Your son has been fainting frequently recently. He is getting weaker day by day. He is even so serious that he is bedridden and sleeps all day long. He can go to the hospital for a check-up. The results show that his body is normal, right?"

Zhang Jianguo nodded hurriedly and took two steps forward with an eager look on his face: "Master, you must save my son."

While they were talking, Fu Niannian walked to the bed and looked down at Zhang Huaisheng's face carefully.

Zhang Huaisheng was lying on the bed with his eyes half open, his face was bloodless, his eyes were cloudy and lifeless, and he looked like he had lost his soul.

The great monk next to him muttered "Amitabha" in a low voice, "Donor Zhang, don't worry, we will do our best to save your son."

The old Taoist priest also comforted him: "Don't worry, Mr. Zhang. Your son's soul was just taken away by someone using evil magic, and his soul was used to borrow his destiny. As long as the soul is retrieved, the evil magic will be broken." "

Fu Niannian reached out to pull Zhang Huaisheng's eyelids open, but Zhang Huaisheng suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Fu Niannian raised an eyebrow. Although the hand holding hers was weak, "I can still move, which is good."

This didn't sound like a compliment, which made Zhang Huaisheng's hand a little heavier.

Fu Niannian slapped his hand away, took out an amulet from her pocket and stuffed it into his hand.

Zhang Jianguo and the monks and Taoist priests noticed the movement on their side and walked towards them.

Zhang Jianguo looked back and forth between his son and Fu Niannian. After confirming that his son was okay, he smiled and said, "Miss Fu, I'd like to ask you to make a trip today." "I will ask Zhao Yunen to transfer the reward to you, my son." You have also seen the situation, I can’t leave.”

Zhang Jianguo's tactful farewell words made Fu Niannian raise her eyebrows, and she smiled at him: "Mr. Zhang, only I can cure your son's problem."

After Fu Nian Nian finished speaking, the great monk recited "Amitabha", "The words of this Fu donor are too arrogant. It is said that there are people outside the world, how can you conclude that others will not be able to cure him?"

Fu Niannian glanced at him and didn't argue with him: "Then come, I will watch you treat it."

Fu Niannian made a gesture of invitation, and the meaning was obvious: Don't talk about it yet, show me when it's cured.

The great monk recited "Amitabha" again, and immediately took out a piece of talisman paper from the bag he carried with him. After burning it, he put the ashes of the talisman paper under his pillow, and then began to recite the soul-calling mantra.

But after reciting the soul-calling mantra three times, Zhang Huaisheng still looked the same, without any change.

The expression of the great monk gradually became serious, and the tone of his chanting became faster and faster. The other monk also began to chant the soul-calling spell, but instead of getting better, Zhang Huaisheng fell asleep again.

When Zhang Jianguo saw that his son had fallen asleep again, he was so anxious that his forehead was covered with sweat, but he did not dare to interrupt, so he could only look at the Taoist priest next to him asking for help.

The old Taoist priest with a gray beard looked at Zhang Jianguo, raised his hand and grabbed the monk's wrist, and shook his head at him.

The old Taoist priest was friends with his master and was considered his elder. No matter how unwilling the great monk was, he had no choice but to give up.

Fu Niannian looked at the gray-bearded old Taoist priest again: "Do you want to give it a try, Taoist Master Ziqing?"

When the old Taoist priest heard her calling out his Taoist name, his pupils shrank and his beard trembled almost imperceptibly. He was a stranger to her. No one had called him that after she came in. How did she know? !

Taoist Master Ziqing paused and spoke cautiously: "Miss Fu, from what you said, do you think he is not suffering from a soul-losing syndrome?"

Fu Niannian walked over and tapped Zhang Huaisheng's forehead. Zhang Huaisheng, who had been asleep just now, woke up again: "Of course it's not a soul-losing syndrome. His soul is staying well in his body."

How could a traditional Taoist monk from the Qing Dynasty have ever seen such a scene, where people were woken up without using the talisman or the incantation? !

But since she woke people up, it shows that she is really capable.

Taoist Priest Ziqing was about to say something, but the great monk preempted him: "You said he didn't have a soul-losing syndrome, so why did he look so stupid? If he hadn't had his soul taken away for good luck, then Why is he so unlucky?"

"Who knows if your blind cat happened to meet a dead mouse? He woke up, but he didn't get better either. How do you prove that what you said is right?"

When Fu Niannian heard this, she was not angry but smiled, but her eyes were cold and there was no warmth at all: "When you recite the soul-calling mantra, your heart is not calm and your mind is not firm. You are not as good as the little monk next to you holding a Buddhist temple." He has the airs of a disciple but does not have the wisdom of a Buddhist disciple. He is not good at studying but does not listen to the master's advice and insists on traveling down the mountain."

"If you are serious about entering Buddhism and practicing Taoism, then I advise you to go back to the mountain and practice quietly for a few years."

　Reading guide:
　　It's a strong, exciting, and sweet story, not scary at all. Both the male and female protagonists feel very safe, and they can punch each other~
　　
　
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