Full-level metaphysics boss relies on fortune-telling to revitalize Taoist temples

Chapter 1 Revitalizing Taoist Temples, Setting Up Stalls to Make Money

On the flyover of Zhengbei Street, a woman was wearing sunglasses and sitting on a simple cloth stool. In front of her was a table with the words: divination and fortune telling.

It was hot at noon, and there were many people coming and going on the street, and many people looked in Song Shiyi's direction, but they would not take the initiative to step forward.

After all, there were quite a few fortune tellers on the overpass, but they were all elderly, and they still held a tortoise shell compass in their hands. Only Song Shiyi was sitting on a small stool, showing no signs of doing business.

"Girl, you have to take the initiative to solicit business. Look at that Master Chen who is setting up a stall next to you. He can make money by not yelling at anyone who passes by. Why would someone take the initiative to ask for business if you don't solicit?"

Behind Song Shiyi's stall was a Taoist priest named Chen Daxian. His business was booming, which made Song Shiyi's place even more deserted.

"Thank you, Aunt Yu, but there is nothing wrong with these people, so they don't need my help."

Song Shiyi smiled, his eyes rested on his aunt's face for a moment, and he took out a charm from his bosom, "Thank you for your concern, Aunt Yu, I will give this spell to Aunt Yu, and Aunt Yu should wear it close to her body."

"Thank you then."

Aunt Yu didn't really believe in the theory of ghosts and gods, and she didn't care about the charm Song Shiyi gave her, she just put it in her pocket, but she didn't see a golden light flashing from the charm.

Song Shiyi shook his head, under the sunglasses, his eyes were somewhat clear.

She is the second generation descendant of Wenwen Taoist Temple. She said that it is a Taoist temple, but there are only her and the patriarch, and the so-called Taoist temple is just a simple thatched hut.

Last month, the patriarch turned into a fairy, and the only wish he entrusted to her when he left was to promote Taoism.

So Song Shiyi packed his bags and went down the mountain with the memorial tablet of the patriarch.

To develop a Taoist temple, you must first build a new Taoist temple. You need money to build a Taoist temple. However, the incense of the Taoist temple has withered, let alone the extra money to build a Taoist temple. She has no place to live.

A spell is 200 yuan, fortune-telling is 500 yuan, and Fengshui is 500 yuan. I don’t know when I will make enough money to build a Taoist temple.

Besides, she hasn't opened yet.

Song Shiyi sighed, lay down on the chair, rubbed her stomach, she was hungry again...

"Is your spell really useful?"

A female voice sounded next to Song Shiyi, surrounded by faint yin energy. Song Shiyi looked towards the place where the yin energy emanated, and saw a fully armed woman standing in front of Master Chen's booth, and she Behind him was a man in a costume.

The man's body was filled with yin energy, obviously he had been dead for a long time, he was wearing a costume, and he was old, logically speaking, he should have been reincarnated a long time ago, why did he become a ghost after thousands of years?
As if sensing Song Shiyi's gaze, the spirit glanced at Song Shiyi, and left the woman the next moment.

"Why is it useless? I have been telling fortunes here for so many years, and I don't know how many people have solved this kind of problem. If the lady doesn't believe me, I can just leave!"

Master Chen was sullen and pretended to take back the spell in his hand.

"Don't, I didn't say I don't believe you, how much did I buy for this spell!"

The woman obviously felt the heaviness behind her disappear, thinking that Master Chen's spell had worked, and quickly stopped Master Chen.

"Sixty-six thousand."

Master Chen looked at the woman up and down. The packaging was tight but it still couldn't conceal her temperament. It was either rich or expensive. If you make a good fortune, you won't have to sell it this month.

"Hehe, everything pays attention to karma. Are you not afraid of retribution for being so cheated?"

The talisman drawn by Master Chen is at most a town house. If you want to deal with the monster behind the woman, you will be turned against you!
At that time, only one life will be lost in vain!

Song Shiyi stood up from his chair, looked at Master Chen, and said softly, "You are idle and have never thought about doing anything serious. Every day you set up a fortune-telling stall on this overpass, defrauding people of money, but everything has a cause and effect. The cause you plant will be repaid sooner or later."

Song Shiyi paused every word, and the expression on Master Chen's face became more and more ugly. How could Song Shiyi, a stranger, know these things?
"What nonsense are you talking about? I am the master of Xuanqing Guan, how could it be like what you said!"

But as long as he doesn't admit these things, no one here knows him, and Song Shiyi can't handle him!

It doesn't matter if he is cheating or abducting, as long as he accepts this order, he won't have to sell this month.

"You have indeed been to Xuanqing Temple, but you have no talent, you were not selected as a disciple, but you sneaked up the mountain to learn a little bit of drawing talismans. Your talismans cannot be integrated into your spiritual power, so drawing them is of course useless .”

"This lady is obviously haunted by evil spirits. Your spell is not good for this girl. Instead, it will make the evil spirits vigilant, and maybe you will attack this lady in advance."

Song Shiyi uncovered all the old facts, Master Chen's face turned red and white, his stall business is not bad, but relying on Xuanqingguan's reputation, Song Shiyi exposed his faults in front of everyone, just to cut off his money!

"This fellow Taoist, is he going to steal my business?"

Master Chen's face became more and more ugly, but he was unwilling to lose face, and the expression on his face became more and more fierce.

"I'm not trying to compete with you for business, but you have no chance to solve this lady's problems. You have done so many sins, and you should pay back."

Song Shiyi pinched his hands and calculated, Master Chen's fate was fixed, and there was still a lot of death on his forehead, obviously his life was not long.

If you don't stop, you won't survive tonight!

A sternness flashed in Song Shiyi's eyes, he looked towards Master Chen, and said in a serious voice, "If you don't want to die, just stop here and stay with the ancient Qingdeng Buddha forever, maybe there is still a way to survive."

As he spoke, Song Shiyi took out a talisman from his bosom and handed it to the woman who was still standing aside, "You take this talisman, it can save your life in a critical moment, and now there is no charge for it."

After finishing speaking, Song Shiyi put away his small stall and bought some yellow paper and red incense with the only spare money he had, and walked towards the suburbs.

"Master Patriarch, when I have money, I will definitely buy you better incense and burn more paper, so that you can live in a Taoist temple and be supplied with people's incense. You have to protect me more..."

In front of Song Shiyi was the tablet of the patriarch she brought out, and she squatted on the ground burning the yellow talisman in her hand, but behind her were cemeteries.

It's not that she likes to live in the cemetery, it's because she has no money, can't afford a hotel, and has no place to stay in Linjiang, so she can only come to the cemetery to spend the night.

Besides, there are many friends in the cemetery, so she and the patriarch will not be alone, and there are still people to talk to and chat with her, which is quite comfortable.

(End of this chapter)