Fortune telling? How do you explain your hand-drawn lightning magic and sword flight?

Wang Wenjing, the tour guide, and four or five porters walked into the front of Feixian Temple.

The tour guide immediately emphasized his professional qualities as an amateur tour guide.

He told the patron, Wang Wenjing, to wait where he was, while he bowed to the statue of the Taoist patriarch in the main hall outside the house before strolling into the Taoist temple.

"Is anyone there? Young Taoist priest, are you there?"

The porters chuckled secretly at their cautious manner.

Some people say, "A man would rather live in a desolate grave than enter a dilapidated temple; look how scared this old fellow is."

"Yes, this Taoist temple is a bit dilapidated, but it's obvious that someone is taking care of it. I wonder what he's afraid of?"

The porters weren't trying to lower their voices, and when the tour guide heard them, he immediately pretended to be calm and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Is anyone here? Let's burn incense and pray for blessings!"

After calling out several times without anyone coming out from the backyard, the tour guide was getting anxious. After all, he had made several promises to the client before coming here, and if he came up empty-handed, it would affect his reputation as a tour guide.

Just as the middle-aged man was once again shouting to defend his career as a tour guide, a calm voice rang in his ears.

"My lord, please refrain from making noise in the Dao Ancestor's Hall."

"Mom!"

The uncle was startled by the sudden sound and rushed out of the hall, exposing himself completely to the sunlight, without even seeing what the person looked like.

The commotion the man made was quite loud, causing Wang Wenjing, who was admiring the surrounding scenery, to turn around.

When she turned around and saw Chen Xuan in a simple Taoist robe with red lips and white teeth, her memory and reality immediately overlapped.

Wang Wenjing's heart was pounding. After experiencing such danger yesterday, she was still in a daze when she returned to the hotel. But today was different. She saw Chen Xuan right in front of her with perfect clarity.

Chen Xuan stood on the steps looking at Wang Wenjing, then gave a symbolic smile and nodded, "Looks like you're recovering well. Didn't I tell you to go home as soon as possible?"

As soon as Chen Xuan spoke, the pressure on Wang Wenjing vanished instantly. She smoothed her hair and smiled sweetly, "Daoist Master saved my life. Your kindness is as great as the heavens. I can't go back like this without feeling at ease."

As she spoke, Wang Wenjing nodded to the porters behind her, and immediately the porters, who were paid to do the job, carried the supplies toward the Taoist temple.

"Young Taoist priest, it took us a lot of effort to carry these things up here."

"Yes, Master, where do you think would be a good place to put it? Ouch, my shoulder is almost raw."

……

Wang Wenjing, fearing Chen Xuan might refuse, chimed in, "Compared to money, I think these supplies will be more helpful to you. You wouldn't refuse our sincere gratitude for saving your life, would you, Daoist?"

It has to be said that when a woman has a little something going on, her intelligence immediately takes over.

Having said all that, could Chen Xuan still suggest letting a few people take the lead?

No, he doesn't cultivate the path of ruthlessness.

Seeing that everyone was waiting for him to speak, Chen Xuan nodded helplessly and then led the porters to the backyard. Wang Wenjing followed with small steps, as she was very curious about the backyard of the Taoist temple.

After all, the more you know about the Taoist priest, the more possibilities there are, right?

However, as the group entered the backyard, Wang Wenjing was shocked to see that there were only two plots of land and two small houses in the backyard.

As a modern, fashionable heiress, this kind of life was beyond her imagination.

Even the porters who did manual labor sighed inwardly when they saw the conditions of the Taoist temple.

Soon, the porters put down their things and returned to the guest rooms of the Taoist temple with the tour guide to rest.

As a pilgrim traveling from afar, Wang Wenjing could naturally stay and participate in the activities.

However, Chen Xuan felt a little uncomfortable being alone with a woman, so he continued with his work.

"By the way, Taoist priest, take a look at this list. These are all your loyal fans in the live stream who want to burn incense and pray for blessings. They also asked me to bring them some supplies and such."

Chen Xuan took the list and looked at it.

The top spot went to the fans; Qing Teng Bai Shu (who donated 100 sticks of handmade sandalwood incense and several handmade Taoist talisman papers worth 15 yuan).

Second is: the troll intern (who donated 500 pieces of handmade agarwood worth 10 yuan and one meter of lightning-struck jujube wood).

Thirdly, Tang Luoxuan donated three meters of ten-year-old lightning-struck peach wood and a quantity of handmade yellow paper, valued at 5 yuan.

Fourth; Mu Yao, fifth; Li Xi, sixth...

Chen Xuan was moved after seeing the donated items. Some of these items were not things that money could easily buy.

"Alright, you go to the front hall reception room to wait. I need to take a bath and change clothes so I can hold an altar to pray for the fans."

Hearing this, Wang Wenjing was a little unhappy and pouted at Chen Xuan, "Didn't the Taoist priest ask me what I donated? Didn't you notice that my name wasn't on it?"

Chen Xuan didn't expect Wang Wenjing to pout because of this, and smiled wryly, "If it weren't for the difficulty you went up the mountain, and the fact that it's a gift from your fans, I would never have accepted it. This gift is already too much."

Hearing Chen Xuan's words, Wang Wenjing was almost frantic with worry.

But given the situation, how could he not take the initiative to say, "Master, I've decided to settle down in Tangwu City from now on, because my family's logistics company is opening a branch."

Before Chen Xuan could say anything, Wang Wenjing said, "My mom said we should choose Tangwu City for the branch office. I think you'll definitely have more fans in the future. When you're dealing with fans, you might need to pick up and ship packages separately. By the way, I'll also help you transport daily necessities back and forth. I'll open a big courier company then, which will be more convenient, won't it?"

As she spoke, Wang Wenjing's face began to blush.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan thought to himself, "As expected, this is beyond my expectations."

"ok, I get it."

Upon hearing Chen Xuan's words, Wang Wenjing, who was still anxiously awaiting an answer, was overjoyed. She never expected that Chen Xuan would not criticize her harshly, and even stop her from doing so.

"Alright, alright, hehe, you're the best, Daoist Master. I'll go ahead and wait for you then."

Despite being three years older than Chen Xuan, Wang Wenjing looked like a little girl as she skipped and hopped away.

"Cause and effect, karmic entanglements... cannot be resolved by deliberately avoiding them, so let nature take its course?"

"My resolve is unwavering, what is there to fear?"

After saying this, Chen Xuan stopped thinking about it and strolled back into the house to begin preparing the props needed for the large-scale ritual.

About twenty minutes later, Chen Xuan, dressed in formal attire (the robes of an old Taoist priest), strolled out.

Soon, with the help of several porters, a large number of gold ingots and large-denomination ghost money were placed in a specific location.

Chen Xuan covered the old Taoist's floating object, followed the fixed procedure, quickly recited the names of the fans who had signed the petition for blessings, then put down the floating object and looked at the large amount of gold and silver paper money on the ground.

At this moment, the tour guide got confused again and quickly took out a lighter and handed it to Chen Xuan.

Seeing this, Chen Xuan did not take it. Instead, he took out a talisman, held it between his index and middle fingers, chanted a spell, and then flipped his fingers to throw the talisman onto the pile of paper money on the ground.

This scene left the tour guide and several porters puzzled.

However, as Chen Xuan clenched his sword fingers, he uttered a note they couldn't understand.

Then something shocking happened.

The previously quiet talisman suddenly burst into flames.

What's truly astonishing is that, despite the small contact area of ​​the burning yellow talisman, it ignited almost instantly, within the time it takes to breathe, and the entire mountain of RMB banknotes burst into flames.

It took less than a minute from the time the fire started to when it was completely burned out.

This left not only the tour guide who said Feixian Temple was ineffective dumbfounded.

Even the porters were stunned; this scene from a TV series was actually happening right before their eyes.

"Gods? There are gods!!!"

"Flying Immortal Temple is ineffective? Which bastard just said that? You call that ineffective?!"

"From now on, during holidays and festivals, our whole family will no longer go to other Taoist temples or monasteries, but will come to Feixian Temple to see the Taoist priest!"

Wang Wenjing covered her mouth with her small hand, looking at everything that was happening in front of her in disbelief.

"As expected of the man I've set my sights on, the Taoist priest is truly mysterious." Wang Wenjing thought to herself as she began to whet her appetite. "Waaah, I wish I could stay tonight."

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away on a highway, a Toyota Prado was speeding along.

Inside the car were three men and two women. The men had prominent cheekbones, a sallow complexion, and looked listless.

The woman was slender and pale, and the overall atmosphere of the people in the car was very uncomfortable.

"Brother Huang, we need to think this through carefully before we go to central Henan to find that stinky Taoist priest who dared to ruin our ancestor's opportunity."

"Hmph, what tricks can a nobody like him play?"

"Don't worry, there are good friends of our ancestors near Tangwu Mountain. They are masters of the shamanic path. If we fail, Grandma will have us go and ask that senior to come out of the mountain."

"The shamanic path? According to the elders in my family who are spiritual practitioners, they all have ancestors with over a hundred years of cultivation. I wonder if that's true?"

PS_

The power went out at home, my phone was dead and about to shut down, so I rushed to an internet cafe to type. The unfamiliar input method doesn't remember me, typing is so tedious! o(╥﹏╥)o