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

Chapter 2 Who Are You
The great monk's face turned red and his lips trembled at what she said. At the same time, he felt a sense of fear in his heart. She even knew that his master advised him not to go down the mountain. It was clear that only he and the master knew about it. !

Who is she? !
Taoist Priest Ziqing looked on, confirming once again that Fu Niannian was a truly capable person.

He immediately bowed his hands and saluted, not feeling embarrassed at all that he, an old man in his sixties, was asking a young girl for advice: "Miss Fu, can you help me clarify my doubts?"

The smile on the corner of Fu Niannian's lips was a bit real: "Speaking of it, this matter does have something to do with your Taoist family, and it can be regarded as a trouble caused by your Taoist family, so I will accept your gift."

The two young Taoist priests behind Taoist Master Qing belatedly followed the master and bowed, making Fu Niannian laugh out loud: "You two apprentices are quite good at teaching."

As soon as these words came out, the great monk's face became even more ugly.

Fu Niannian looked at Zhang Jianguo, who looked at a loss next to him: "Give your son a different place to lie down. There is something under the bed."

Zhang Jianguo felt furious when he heard this, and subconsciously looked under the bed. Upon hearing this, Taoist Priest Ziqing quickly directed his two apprentices to move Zhang Huaisheng.

Zhang Huaisheng was carried to the small sofa in the room, and the two apprentices of Taoist Master Ziqing lifted the bed board.

There is a small wooden box hidden under the bed board, about the size of a flat board.

Zhang Jianguo's face turned pale when he saw that he had actually found something under his son's bed.

Taoist priest Ziqing stared at the small wooden box with a serious face, and an unpleasant feeling came over him. He always felt that this box seemed familiar.

Fu Niannian's voice sounded at this time: "Your master, Taoist Master Shunqing, had a close disciple who was extremely talented. Unfortunately, his talent was not put to good use. He almost killed an entire village by practicing evil. At that time, I I don’t agree with letting him go.”

"But your master made a deal with me, so I broke the precepts and let him go. He also swore not to practice any magic anymore and to live the rest of his life as an ordinary person."

After listening to Fu Niannian's words, Taoist Master Ziqing suddenly remembered the ancient painting hanging in his master's room. The woman in the ancient painting was standing by the lotus pond. Although there was only one figure from behind, it gave people a sense of elegance and elegance.

The master often pointed to the woman in the painting and told him that if he met the person in the painting in the future, he must be respectful and humble.

He didn't take it seriously at the time. After all, the painting looked old. The woman in the painting might be older than his master. How could he meet her?
Only then did he understand his master's words. It turns out that there are really people who can transcend life and death and are not bound by the laws of nature.

Taoist priest Ziqing trembled his lips and was about to salute Fu Niannian as a junior. Fu Niannian smiled and grabbed his arm, not with much force but very strong. Taoist priest Ziqing raised his head and met her eyes, understanding what she meant. , stood up straight.

The great monk had a disinterested expression and did not notice the interaction between Taoist Ziqing and Fu Niannian. However, Zhang Jianguo, who had been paying attention here, saw it. He frowned slightly and did not dare to have any thoughts of contempt for Fu Niannian.

Fu Niannian took out a pair of disposable gloves and put them on, took the box and opened it. Inside the box were two strands of hair tied together, some nails, and a yellow talisman written in blood.

Fu Niannian took out a few talismans to wrap the hair and fingernails tied together. The moment the hair and nails were completely wrapped in the talisman paper, they spontaneously ignited without fire, and the air was filled with an unpleasant burnt smell.

The talisman burned quickly, and soon there were only a few ashes left on the ground.

Fu Niannian picked up the yellow talisman and looked at it for a moment, then casually tore off the bloody yellow talisman.

Taoist Priest Ziqing was watching and hesitated to speak.

The moment the yellow talisman was torn off, the old man who was meditating in a mountain villa spat out a mouthful of blood.He shook his hands and stood up staggeringly. While muttering "impossible", he ran to the drawer to look for yellow paper, cinnabar and other items.

At the same time, Zhang Huaicheng, who was having a meeting in the company, suddenly fainted in the conference room without warning and was rushed to the hospital by his employees.

Fu Niannian took out a sealed bag, put the torn talisman in it, then turned and walked towards Zhang Huaisheng.

Zhang Jianguo kept looking at her cautiously, not daring to breathe or ask any questions.

Taoist Master Ziqing followed him. The great monk came to his senses now, but he was still not convinced and followed him.

Fu Niannian walked up to Zhang Huaisheng and looked at him condescendingly. Zhang Huaisheng was much more awake and his eyes were fully opened, but he didn't look very energetic.

Zhang Huaisheng stretched out his hand to grab Fu Niannian's arm, but Fu Niannian grabbed him with his backhand. He drew a talisman on the pulse point of his wrist in one go and released his hand after drawing.

A faint red light disappeared into his arm. Zhang Huaisheng's eyes widened and he turned his wrist in disbelief. He touched his wrist with his other hand, but there was nothing, as if the red light just now was his illusion.

Taoist Master Ziqing recognized that it was their Taoist evil talisman, but before drawing the talisman, they needed to bathe and burn incense, and use good cinnabar and yellow paper to draw it with concentration. And for those with poor talent, one talisman would consume all their energy, Miss Fu. But it can be drawn out of thin air without using any tools.

Today he has finally seen what the Patriarch said: 'A little spiritual light can become a talisman, and the world is wasting ink and Zhu'.

Taoist Ziqing was filled with wonder, but the great monk had an ugly face, but at the same time he also knew very well that the gap between him and the Fu donor was really huge.

"Beauty, who are you?!" The hoarse and rough voice broke the weird atmosphere in the room.

Before Fu Niannian could speak, Zhang Jianguo rushed over and slapped Zhang Huaisheng on the back of the head, "Be respectful to Miss Fu. Without Miss Fu, your life will be dead."

Zhang Huaisheng was beaten so hard that he hissed, but at least his brain came around. He supported the armrest of the sofa, stood up tremblingly and bowed to Fu Niannian: "Thank you Miss Fu for saving your life."

Fu Niannian stood there and accepted the gift.

"Miss Fu, may I ask why I am like this?"

Fu Niannian did not look at Zhang Huaisheng, but looked at Zhang Jianguo: "The Zhang family has been rich for generations, and there was a hero who spent all his wealth to join the army to save the world. Many of your elders also sacrificed their lives for the country. The Zhang family is full of loyalty. What about you? What did you do?"

The tone was flat, but the words were clearly a question.

Everyone present was stunned, not expecting that the situation would develop like this.

The expression on Zhang Jianguo's face did not change, and his tone was confused: "What does Miss Fu mean by this?"

Fu Niannian saw that he didn't admit it and wasn't in a hurry to say anything. Zhang Jianguo just looked at her, as if he was really an upright and good person who didn't know anything.

(End of this chapter)