Live fortune telling: All the people in the underworld are her younger brothers

"Oh? Are we familiar with each other?" Jiang Ling glanced at him.

Taotie teased the bird, his fingers startled, his eyes rolled around, and he didn't know what he was thinking about. He smiled and said, "No, I have heard of the Spirit King for a long time. I have seen you from afar a few times, but you were still a spirit at that time."

"What you said happened too long ago. Don't you know that I disappeared?" Jiang Ling probed.

"Disappeared?" Taotie was surprised. "Sister Ling, you don't know. I stayed in the human world when you were the Spirit King, concentrating on studying food. I don't know anything about you."

"Is that so?" Jiang Ling could feel that what Taotie said was half true and half false.

"Of course, if Sister Ling doesn't believe it, just ask around and you'll find out." Taotie offered tea in a flattering manner.

Jiang Ling shook her head and took out the Qiankun bag: "Forget it, I'm going on a long trip in the next few days, so I'll prepare at least a week's worth of food and pack it up and put it in."

"Okay, sister, where should I send the things?"

"Pei family."

Jiang Ling stood up, thought of something, and suddenly asked, "Do you know Xuan Che?"

“How could I not...know him? He’s not the Black Dragon, Sister Ling, what are you…” Taotie didn’t dare to continue speaking, and the last syllable was drawn out.

Jiang Ling: "Is he an evil cultivator?"

Taotie frowned: "No way!"

Jiang Ling: "Is the Xuan Che who appeared in the live broadcast really him?"

Taotie frowned even deeper: "Sister Ling, you are really making things difficult for me. I don't want to watch the live broadcast."

Jiang Ling: "How long has he been in the human world?"

Taotie was shocked: "When did you come to the human world? I have never heard of you before."

Jiang Ling's mouth twitched slightly: "I don't know anything about anything."

Taotie didn't want to either, but he really didn't know the answer to the question Jiang Ling asked.

It’s all about Xuan Che. What happened to these two people?

Didn’t King Ling deliberately ask him to disappear from her sight? Why did he come to her now?

It seems that I have stayed in the human world for too long and don't know anything. I have to find some time to go down and find out the whole story.

After saying goodbye to Deng De'en, Jiang Yun'an specifically asked Jiang Ling whether she would go back home or to Pei's house.

All of the Fan family’s assets belonged to Jiang Yun’an, including the house, and they no longer lived in that small warehouse.

Jiang Ling has gotten used to living in the Pei family. Everyone in the Pei family is very sensible and never causes trouble. The live broadcast equipment and the alchemy furnace are also in the Pei family. If she suddenly returns, there are a lot of things to sort out.

trouble.

In the end, Jiang Ling returned to the Pei family and decided to consider moving back after the show was over.

After Jiang Yun'an sent Jiang Ling to Pei's house, he did not stay inside and returned to the company to continue moving bricks.

Since Qin Yanran returned to the Pei family, the Pei family has obviously become much more lively. As soon as she arrived at the door, she heard her threatening voice: "Wow, is this true? My master can also summon thunder and lightning!"

"Yes, I was really scared when I first met Master Jiang. He even threatened to strike my house with lightning and thunder. But after getting to know him, I can feel that Master Jiang is a person who looks cold on the outside but is warm on the inside." Wang Zhenhai's voice rang out.

Cold on the outside but warm on the inside? Is she really the one they are talking about?

"I told you, my master is truly the light of righteousness! What kind-hearted things has she done?" Qin Yanran looked forward to it.

Jiang Ling didn't say anything. She was also curious about what kind-hearted thing she had done.

"Our family also encountered some metaphysical problems at the beginning, and many masters were unable to solve them. I spent hundreds of millions in total. Do you know how much Master Jiang wanted?" Wang Zhenhai raised his chin.

"How many?"

"Ten thousand."

Jiang Ling still remembers this incident. At that time, she had just gained her own consciousness and had been living in a remote mountain village. She had no concept of money. Ten thousand was not a small sum of money for her at that time.

She thought she was asking for too much, but in their eyes, she was a kind-hearted person?

"Only ten thousand? This is not being kind-hearted, this is simply being a living Bodhisattva!" Qin Yanran stood up excitedly and slammed the table.

He didn't push the chair out, and just as he was about to complain and curse, he met Jiang Lingqing's cold and indifferent eyes.

"Master...Master, I'm back. Look, this is what I achieved today!"

Qin Yanran quickly picked up the drawn talisman on the table and handed it to Jiang Ling with both hands, her big eyes blinking, waiting for praise.

There were complex patterns on the yellow paper. Jiang Ling flipped through the pages one by one, and his expression gradually became solemn.

This girl's talent is even higher than she expected.

Qin Yanran's heartbeat quickened: "Master, how is it?"

“Can you draw silently?”

"Not yet, but I just need to practice more." Qin Yanran lowered her head embarrassedly.

"It seems that Miss Qin has learned very well from Master Jiang. Do you have any idea of ​​selling the talismans? There must be a lot of people rushing to buy them." Wang Zhenhai suggested.

Jiang Ling frowned: "Selling talismans?"

"Yes, if it is Master Jiang's talisman, it should be able to sell for a lot of money."

Jiang Ling quickly calculated in her mind: money equals foundation equals merit equals power.

The more money that comes into the foundation, the more good things will be done, and the power of merit will be endless.

"I can draw talismans! Just treat it as practice!" Qin Yanran volunteered.

Jiang Ling was not polite and nodded in agreement, then asked Wang Zhenhai, "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to ask Master Jiang for help. We're about to start filming, and I suddenly realized a problem. What if we film a ghost, or something else disrupts the signal? We won't be able to see anything in the live broadcast room. Master Jiang, do you have any magic that can solve this problem?"

Wang Zhenhai's face was full of anticipation.

"No." Jiang Ling shook her head.

Wang Zhenhai felt lost.

"But I can make a talisman and stick it on the live broadcast equipment."

Jiang Ling took out the Qiankun bag out of habit, and when she realized that the Qiankun bag was not in her hand, she started drawing on the yellow paper with Qin Yanran's brush.

The yellow paper was flattened. Jiang Ling put one hand behind his back and held the brush with the other hand, looking like a master.

In less than a minute, a brand new talisman, the only one in the world, was born.

"Master Jiang is worthy of your name. You are so amazing and your writing is so smooth and magical. Master Jiang, do you have any other opinions about the program "Ghost Talk"? " Wang Zhenhai complimented.

"No, I'm tired today. Xiaoran will draw the other talismans. Once they're done, I can inject spiritual energy into them. I'll go back to my room and rest."

Qin Yanran, who was given an important task, nodded rapidly, extremely happy.

On the way back to the room, he happened to bump into Pei Jingchen who was in a wheelchair.

Pei Jingchen was wearing a black suit. The dim light blurred his angular face and his thin lips were slightly pursed.

His eyes were deep, as if containing thousands of words, and he looked up at Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling rolled her eyes at him and sneered, "Scumbag."

She passed him sleekly and left without any regrets.

Suddenly, a cool leather touch grasped her wrist.

Jiang Ling paused, turned around and stared at him coldly, and asked in a cold voice: "What's the matter?"

"Miss Jiang smells like a ferocious beast. Did you... have a fight?" Pei Jingchen's Adam's apple rolled and he looked towards the place where the Qiankun bag disappeared.

"Ferocious beast?" Jiang Ling sniffed the air and said casually, "Taotie, yes, I'll ask him if he can make snake soup someday. I haven't eaten snake soup yet."

Jiang Ling suddenly bent down, lifted the man's delicate chin, and smiled wickedly: "An old snake demon is similar to a gecko, right? How about cutting off your tail and making some snake soup?"

"If Miss Jiang likes it, Pei is willing to serve." Pei Jingchen met Jiang Ling's gaze with tenderness.

Jiang Ling's heart paused for a moment. Such words and such expression. This man was too weird.

With the experience of reading romance novels, Jiang Ling decisively classified Pei Jingchen as a central air-conditioning scumbag, and the smile on her face suddenly disappeared: "Let go, don't force me to beat you back to your original form."

"Ms. Jiang, did you forget that I didn't take your pulse today?"