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

Chapter 162: Penniless but Not Afraid of Poor Ghosts, Xiantian Qi Master's Holy Body
Send away the poor ghost and welcome the god of wealth.

If you want to completely eliminate the pressure of poverty on your life, you just need to strengthen your fate as the God of Wealth.

"Come here, Master Wang, give me your bank card number." Yan Huan patted Wang Ye's shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

"I trust you, and I trust Mr. Wang's huge fortune even more." Yan Huan nodded seriously.

"Ah?" Wang Ye scratched his head awkwardly and smiled, "It's not okay to do things that violate the law!"

"This is the only step left to solving the problem of poverty."

Yan Huan was confident and said it with assurance, and Wang couldn't argue with him. Life in Wudang Mountain was poor, and he didn't have much money left in his card, so he was not afraid of anything.

After waiting for a while, Wang Ye's phone screen flashed and a text message notification from the bank popped up:

您账户4237于12月31日11时02分存入人民币90213.07元，可用余额1278654.65元，附言：无门散人颜欢暂存。【招建银行】

"No, this..."

The lazy and careless Taoist Wang was rarely confused.

In astonishment, Yan Huan's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand towards the poor guy who was drinking porridge under the parasol tree. A cold wind blew in the courtyard, stinging everyone's bones.

pat!

The bowl of hot porridge overturned.

Nobody knows what happened.

Only Wang Ye, who practiced Qi, and Wang family driver Du Ge knew that the eerie ghost sitting cross-legged on the tree trunk had disappeared.

Yan Huan put the Yinshadu Lingqi in his hand and stood up from the chair easily.

"Boss Wang, I have already taken care of the Feng Shui of the house for you."

"Let's continue to welcome the God of Wealth!"

"Ah? Oh oh oh! Thank you, Master!" Wang Weiguo nodded in thanks as if he understood, and continued to work.

He held three sticks of incense in his hands, bowed to the direction of the God of Wealth and prayed, silently chanting in his heart: "The fortune-attracting boy has arrived, the profit-attracting fairy official has come, the flowers of wealth and honor always bloom, and the business will always prosper..."

Repeat it seven or eight times, and pray devoutly to the God of Wealth to come and take wealth home.

Afterwards, Wang Weiguo prepared a petition to the God of Wealth, copied it on yellow paper, and recited, "Please invite the Grand Marshal Zhao Gongming of the Zhengyi Dragon and Tiger Mysterious Altar!"

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Wang Ye gazed at the altar, bowed respectfully, and then pulled Yan Huan to a quiet place where no one was.

"Master Yan, what are you doing?"

"Old Wang, I have entrusted my entire life and property to you, so please don't be so polite. Calling you Master doesn't sound right."

Wang Ye nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, okay, I'll make friends with you. Then, Old Yan, tell me, what are you up to?"

Wait a minute!
Wang Ye was smart and quick-witted. He reacted immediately and suddenly realized, "You want..."

"That's right!" Yan Huan shrugged.

I am penniless and destitute. The money in my cell phone and pocket is cleaner than my face, so why should I be afraid of a poor guy?

No matter how much money a ghost causes, you still need money to burn.

"I really admire you. The supernatural powers of a poor man are also the result of karma. You can't rely on me to transfer money for your food and accommodation in the future, right?" Wang Ye asked.

Transferring money is just a delaying tactic. It will only bring you loss of money if you keep it with you. It will become a serious problem sooner or later.

Yan Huan certainly knew about this hidden danger. "I have my own way to deal with it." Yan Huan said with a smile.

Just now, when Wang Weiguo welcomed the God of Wealth, it reminded him of his mother’s relics from the Yan family in Jiangxi. The Yan family is a family of witches and nuns. His grandfather Yan Youlong was a famous actor who was well-known all over the country when he was young. In the circle of extraordinary people, he was very skilled in using divine masks.

My mother, Yan Xuan, was also a talented person among her generation at that time. No one could match her in her ability to debate and promote excellence.

Yan Huan had heard from her aunt before that the things her mother didn't take away were a gargoyle mask that had been with her for more than ten years, plus five summaries of the experience of practicing the divine mask.

It is said that under the care of Aunt Yan Fei, almost no one has ever entered my mother's room, and even Grandpa Yan Youlong didn't know what was written in the notes.

But everyone in the family knew that Yan Xuan was better than her master. Except for her young age and lack of experience, her understanding and comprehension had already surpassed that of the head of the Yan family.

Yan Huan dared to take in a poor man because he wanted to inherit his mother's skills.

He may not master the mask of the divinity, but he must possess a copy of the internalized divinity in the hope of neutralizing the poor ghost's life-threatening skills. As for this deity, Wang Weiguo has just given the answer - the God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming, the Marshal of Zhengyi Xuantan.

At that time, the poor and the rich will offset each other, and both misfortune and blessing can be used for one's own benefit.

It just so happened that the direction where Shui Jing fell ran through Hebei and Jiangxi, so returning home this time was a must.

After listening to Yan Huan's words, Wang Ye's expression was solemn. "I was also thinking that if you dare to do this, you must not be arrogant."

"Come sit down and chat! I've wanted to ask you something for a long time."

Wang Ye pointed to a pavilion in the southeast corner of the house. It was sheltered from the wind and few people passed by, making it a good place to chat.

The two of them walked into the pavilion. Yan Huan wiped away the anger with his fingers, warmed up the stone bench, and sat down.

The Taoist priest Wang in front of him was out of character, with his brows furrowed and his lips almost pressed into a straight line.

This worried and solemn look was exactly the same as when he faced Zhang Chulan at the Luotian Grand Ceremony.

"Old Yan, can you please tell me from the bottom of your heart what you are going to do after this?"

Yan Huan thought for a while and said, "I will go back to Jiangxi, but I won't be returning to my roots. I will take the things my mother left behind and probably continue to travel around and make friends with people all over the world. I may subdue a few elves and catch a few big ghosts for fun."

"It doesn't make sense to be so carefree and uninhibited." Wang Ye rested his chin on his half arm, with his elbow resting on the marble table.

"When it comes to being free and easy, no one can compare to you, Taoist Wang. You just give up the inheritance rights of such a large family business and go to Wudang Mountain to practice Taoism. Why, do you want to ascend to heaven?" Yan Huan asked.

"Practicing Taoism? That has nothing to do with me."

indeed.

After all, he was Wang Ye. He was just perfunctory in all his training. He killed his master's holy body by force. He turned the good Taoist Master Yunlong into this state in just one year.

Besides, he learned Fenghou Qimen, but he actually used this technique, one of the eight great skills, to blow cool breeze for no reason, which made his great-uncle (master) Zhou Sheng very angry. It really has nothing to do with the Taoism that he devoted himself to.

But it was this extremely dissipated and idle path, relying on the few words of others, that gradually approached the true meaning of "Fenghou Qimen".

"That's enough." Wang Ye waved his hand, "Don't change the subject."

"To put it bluntly, what do you think about the truth behind the Jiashen Rebellion, the Eight Wonders, and the many connections behind the alien circle?"

Yan Huan didn't even think about it, "I can't avoid it!"

"That's fine. If there are any major decisions involved in the future, we must take the easy and happy path!" Wang Ye smiled and stretched lazily.

Yan Huan shook his head helplessly.

You sorcerers, when you have nothing better to do, like to calculate the fate of others.

(End of this chapter)