Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 161 Master Yan, are you here to blackmail my Wang family?

A poor ghost, also known as a "poor son".

According to ancient records: "During the reign of Emperor Zhuanxu and Emperor Gaoxin, a son was born in the palace. He did not wear complete clothes and was known as the poor son in the palace."

"He died on the last day of the first lunar month, and the palace buried him. People said, 'Today we send off the poor son.'"

According to legend, the poor ghost was the son of Zhuanxu. Due to his dissolute character and extravagant spending, he eventually died a violent death after living a dissolute life.

In local New Year customs, the fifth day of the first lunar month is also called "Po Wu". On that day, people will hold activities to break the poverty. The custom of sending away poverty was already very popular in the Tang Dynasty. There is a poem that says:
On this day every year, people drink wine and worship in the streets.

Every household sees that everyone is sending away poverty.
As for the five kinds of poverty mentioned in the New Year customs, they refer to poverty of intelligence, poverty of learning, poverty of literature, poverty of fate, and poverty of relationships.

Ordinary people say that they are penniless, penniless and have nothing at home. In fact, these are just self-deprecating words, which means they think too highly of themselves.

Little do people know that, in addition to being poor, some people are not smart, which is called intellectual poverty; people are not smart, but also have rigid thinking, lazy hearts, neither enthusiasm for learning nor perseverance for progress, which is called learning poverty; some people want to communicate with others from the heart, but in the end others urinate on them, making friends carelessly and meeting the wrong people, which is called friendship poverty...

This is the terrible thing about being poor. It's fine if you have only one of these five things, but if you have all five of them -

Don't dare to think, don't dare to think!
It is for this reason that poor ghosts are so frightening, especially these ghosts that have become the embodiment of terror in the minds of thousands of people. Their existence and strength are so strong that it is unbelievable.

You know, in the Ming and Qing dynasties, the poor ghost was also called the god of poverty!

Looking at the ugly thing in tattered clothes and with a bony body, Yan Huan was filled with mixed feelings.

No matter how terrifying its strength is, it is still an ordinary ghost after all. It can be captured easily by using the "Conquer the Spirit and Summon the General" technique. However, the difficulty of this thing is not in taming it, but in the series of problems that arise after taming it.

It would be fine if your fate can overcome it, but if not, you will have to sell everything you have before leaving home, and transfer your property, and finally get 100,000 yuan. Can you withstand the torment of a poor man?
The market value of China Overseas Group evaporated by 780 billion overnight!

What concept! ?

difficult!
Seeing Yan Huan hesitant, Wang Ye turned over and jumped down from the open-air balcony.

"Wudang King, Master Xie Yan killed the snake and cured the sore for my father."

"I just don't know, is this gloomy ghost really that difficult to deal with? Even you, a wizard, look bitter when you see it?"

Yan Huan bowed in return, "Master Wang, I can solve it, but the main thing is..."

"Is there something you are hiding? Perhaps I can help?" Wang Ye was still sleepy and absent-minded, chuckling and bowing.

"I have no money." Yan Huan spread his hands and said helplessly.

Excuse!
Wang Ye suddenly raised his head and became snobbish all of a sudden.

However, it is only natural to accept money from people and help them get rid of their misfortunes. It just so happens that I haven't repaid the favor to my father yet, so I can just end it here.

Taoist Wang is penniless, but I am rich, so I just nodded and agreed.

"That's fine. After all, it's about Xiaodao's business. Master, do you think two hundred thousand is enough?"

"Not enough." Yan Huan blurted out without thinking.

With just this little bit of property, it would probably be burned up in an instant. Oppressing fate requires mysterious magical powers that involve the law of cause and effect. Two hundred thousand is far from enough.

Wang Ye changed his mind and realized that he was saving his father Wang Weiguo’s life, which was very precious!
Exporting two hundred thousand is not that much.

"Two million?"

Yan Huan frowned and thought, after all, this is not a matter of money at all.

"Master Wang, that's not what I meant. The key to the problem is not about money."

Wang Ye's relaxed expression also changed.

Although he was not concerned with business dealings within the group, he was still clear about some basic negotiation techniques.

The key issue is not money. The subtext of this sentence is: the key issue is that the money is not in place.

"Five million, can you touch the key point?"

Yan Huan was slightly stunned. This Old Wang was usually quite smart, so why couldn't he understand this issue?

Who would really want to burn money on a poor ghost? "Master Wang, I'm telling you the truth. This thing is called a poor ghost. It carries the embodiment of the world's fears. It is stronger and tougher than ordinary ghosts, so it is not afraid of the merits of the incense and sandalwood you use to exorcise evil and avoid harm."

"What I am entangled with is the strength of this big ghost. It costs a certain price for a wizard to bear the burden of ghosts. Under normal circumstances, I can tell the level of the ghost at a glance, but I really can't tell the level of this one today."

Of course, this ghost could also directly let him break the treasure and clear the wind, but after all, it is of rare quality, and it is a bit reluctant to let its soul scatter between heaven and earth.

Yan Huan looked up and saw the poor guy leaning against the thick trunk of the sycamore tree in the courtyard, yawning lazily.

It seemed that he didn't take the two people seriously at all.

Wang also understood the hidden meaning of Yan Huan's words.

"I roughly understand what the master means. Is this difficult to handle?"

"Ten million, that's all I can decide."

If it gets too difficult to handle, just give up and go back to the mountain to discuss it with some senior experts. They will probably find ways and means to handle it.

Yan Huan's face was full of black lines, and she had no choice but to cover her face.

"Master Wang, have someone prepare some tattered clothes and a few bowls of hot porridge, and offer them to the tree under it. It will be able to have some peace these days."

"Let's not talk about money for now. You and I are both cultivators. Talking about money is vulgar."

Wang Ye did as he was told and gave orders. The housekeeper sent people to collect all the unwanted rags and made some hot porridge with some pickles.

After placing the offerings under the phoenix tree, the poor ghost rummaged through the clothes and selected a few pieces that he liked and put them on.

There were several clean and tidy clothes that were torn into rags by it. After it had dealt with them all and drank some porridge, it became quiet.

The housekeeper brought two chairs, and Yan Huan and Wang Ye sat down in front of the poor guy.

"This strange thing has no principles for doing things. How did my Wang family provoke it?"

Yan Huan naturally understood the hidden meaning behind Wang Ye's words.

He is a sorcerer. Sorcerers value seeking profit and avoiding harm the most, and they would like to avoid some retribution as much as possible. In their eyes, everything changes for a reason, and the poor guy should have a reason to choose the Wang family.

The so-called blessings and misfortunes have no door, but people call them by themselves.

But unfortunately, there is no reason for the poor man’s choice. It has nothing to do with good or evil.

After thinking for a while, Yan Huan asked bluntly, "Master Wang, are you worried that Mr. Wang has gone astray?"

"After all, I have hundreds of thousands of people relying on me for their livelihood, so I have to be worried." Wang Ye crossed his legs, looking calm and composed.

Under the pressure of the general environment, it is difficult to be a conscientious entrepreneur, and it is even more difficult to stay clean in the mud.

"I can't say that. After all, you are the one in charge." Yan Huan laughed, "If you don't understand what I am like, then I am failing in my duty."

"Hehe~" Wang Ye smiled, "You are quite interesting, what you said is true."

While the two were talking, a large group of people arrived outside the courtyard.

Wang Weiguo led the way, and two people behind him carried a large square mahogany table. The rest of the people held clear water, fruit offerings, and incense burners in their hands. Two people picked up the shoulder pole, and two baskets were filled with large gold ingots and gold paper.

As soon as the clean and tidy table was placed, someone spread a large red paper on it, then placed the holy places in order, added three bowls of water, and then the fruit offerings, incense burners and red candles.

Yan Huan looked up and saw that the altar was the statue of the "Five-Way God of Wealth".

"Dad, what are you doing?"

Wang Weiguo smiled proudly, "You just sent away the poor ghost, now it's time to welcome the God of Wealth!"

Welcoming the God of Wealth?
Yan Huan pondered over these three words, and suddenly a plan came to his mind. It seemed that he had a way to deal with this poor guy.

There was a bug in the illustration of the previous chapter. I don't know why it became a black picture. This time I will make a normal one... So, dear readers, can you please...

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