Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Mu Lian: "...Now, can you still draw on the spot?"

Isn't that thing that requires burning incense, bathing, and bowing to the ancestors? This is on the high-speed train, so how exactly should these rituals be performed?

Soon, a high-speed rail staff member came over, looked at the knife on the ground, frowned, and said seriously, "Whose knife is this? Please come with us and explain the situation clearly."

Mu Sheng opened his eyes in a daze and met the staff member's serious face. When he heard him mention the knife, his heart suddenly rose to his throat.

"No, it's not mine. The woman in black stuffed it in my mouth. I really can't control my body."

Staff: "...What are you talking about? Please come with us. After checking the surveillance and taking notes, come back when you are sure everything is OK."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Mu Sheng stood up to leave, but suddenly remembered something and looked back: "Big Brother, buy some more amulets, two hundred will be no problem, the master will definitely not blame you."

Su Chen interrupted and said, "Everyone, I can sell you the amulets, but you are not allowed to resell them for profit. If I find out, I will blacklist you and I will not sell them to you anymore."

"No, Master Su, you misunderstood. I want to buy two hundred amulets. One hundred are for us to use, and the remaining one hundred are for the people."

"Just treat it as a good deed, and let them find peace of mind."

Mu Sheng said sincerely, afraid that he would be misunderstood. This master was really capable and they couldn't afford to offend him.

Su Chen nodded and said, "That's fine. Are you sure you want to buy 100 or 200? I'm going to start preparing to paint."

"Yes, two hundred. Thank you, Master Su."

"No trouble. I don't have enough talisman paper and cinnabar. If anyone of you has some to sell me, I can buy some and continue painting."

The elder's eyes lit up, and he stood up and said hurriedly, "Master Su, I have a lot here. If you need them, feel free to use them. As long as you can sell me the talisman paper, it will be fine."

Su Chen thought about it and decided it would be a good idea. Even evil spirits dared to come to the high-speed rail. If he drew more talismans for them to use, it would be at least a little safer.

Seeing this, others echoed: "Master Su and us, we also want to buy talisman paper."

"Yes, but except for Fellow Daoist Mu and the Great Elder, everyone else is limited to purchasing ten pieces each. I'm afraid I won't be able to finish painting if I buy too many."

"Okay, thank you Master Su."

Mu Sheng was taken away, and the rest of the people got busy, stretching their heads to see how the talisman paper was drawn.

The man picked up the brush and dipped it in cinnabar, and painted one picture in a few seconds like flowing water. The expression on his face changed from shock and disbelief to numbness.

The talisman paper, which usually costs a lot, was now piled up like it was worthless. Everyone stared at it eagerly, muttering, "Oh my god, even a photocopier can't be this fast."

But looking at the spiritual power flowing on it, who can say that it is fake just because it is painted quickly? It is so real that it cannot be more real. It is just too shocking, and they can be said to have opened their eyes.

Mulian was so excited watching him draw those talismans. It turned out that the one who opened his mouth first had to eat first.

I must tell this good news to my old master. It will be safer if I have talismans to protect myself when I go out in the future.

Honglianguan, the first Chinese viewpoint - Daqun

Mulian excitedly @ed the group owner in the group.

[Master, I discovered a master who is very skilled in drawing talismans. I bought two hundred of them and will take them back to the temple after the exchange meeting.]

The group was silent for a long time before it started to explode.

Inner disciple Zhang Sanfeng: "Big Brother, are you dreaming? There's no such thing as two hundred amulets. Even a large sect wouldn't have enough if they made them themselves."

True disciple Wu Ming: [Yes, Senior Brother, you've been scammed. Those two hundred pieces of talisman paper must have cost two or three million. Don't waste that money.]

Our temple is short on funds and can't afford to be scammed. Master, please quickly persuade our eldest brother to stop this rash behavior. There are so many scammers in the city these days.

I was not deceived...

True disciple Wu Ming: [I was indeed deceived. Usually, only those who have been deceived would say, "I wasn't deceived," just like a drunk person who insists on saying he's not drunk.]