After being abandoned, I became famous by live streaming of metaphysics

Halfway up the mountain, Taoist Priest Qinglian suddenly raised her head in the darkness.

— not right.

Seeing him stop, Chu Yuqi pursed her lower lip and walked over to hold his arm: "...Dad, what's wrong with you, are you tired?"

Daoist Qinglian shook her head slowly, glanced at Chu Yuqi, and reminded again: "...No, proceed with caution."

Just for a moment, he felt a sticky and sinister gaze.

But only for a moment, the other party withdrew his peep.

I don't know if I noticed that someone was mixed into the team, or it was just a routine investigation.

Chu Yuqi glanced at the makeup on Daoist Qinglian's face, smiled and nodded, but didn't care.

With two Heavenly Thunder Talismans by her side, what else is she afraid of?

Daoist Qinglian and her are playing a pair of father and daughter who are on the verge of bankruptcy today, and their makeup is all done by her.

Taoism pays attention to the five arts of mountains, medicine, fate, physiognomy, and divination. Chu Yuqi has the highest attainment in physiognomy. In addition, she is very good at makeup. Through makeup, she can change her face and cover up the secrets, making it difficult for people to see through.

Didn't the two people who were in charge of the guide not see the slightest clue?

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The mountain is not quiet in the middle of the night, and there are birds chirping from time to time in the dark night.

The weather has been getting hotter these two days, and the spring breeze is intoxicatingly gentle, and everyone who goes up the mountain is in a good mood.

Even though a group of people walked the mountain road for almost an hour, no one felt tired. Instead, they talked and laughed, as if they were on a spring outing.

The atmosphere is quite relaxed and pleasant.

Those who were in charge of the reception led everyone into the front yard and walked around. Although it was night and the lights were not turned on, the moonlight was very bright tonight. According to the outline of the building, many of the scenery were familiar to everyone.

After all, it is an online celebrity check-in spot. There are many photos of PO on the Internet. You can search a lot of them casually. Even if you have never been there, you still feel familiar and friendly.

"The scenery here is really nice, simple and profound, if not for the lack of time, I would like to take pictures." Someone teased.

"There are too many people during the day, but you can't enjoy such a beautiful scenery." Someone spoke.

A group of twenty people chatted lively and lively.

Those who are responsible for the introduction are like intimate tour guides, quietly waiting for these people to visit.

It's just that when the eyes occasionally droop, there is inevitably a bit of contempt in the eyes.

Ming Zhuo has been standing at the back of the line, playing the role of the quiet and well-behaved daughter of the nouveau riche, rarely even looking around.

Du Fenglang, on the other hand, chatted with the people around him very cleverly, and his performance was very moderate, neither outstanding nor overly insignificant.

"Okay, it's almost time, we should go in." Finally someone took the initiative to remind.

The pick-up and guide team spontaneously maintained order before continuing to lead the way.

Pass through several doors, exit the front yard, circle around, enter the villa through a small door in the corner, and enter the backyard.

The architecture and decoration style of the backyard are very similar to the front yard, and there are traces of burning incense candles in the yard.

The guides took everyone into the largest room in the backyard, where a gilded statue of a god was enshrined impressively.

Ming Zhuo fell over the statue of the Immortal of Transit. Compared with that statue, this statue is an enlarged version, almost reaching the ceiling, making people have to look up.

Coupled with the burning lanterns and incense candles next to it, there is a sense of solemnity and sacredness under the dancing firelight.

Ming Zhuo restrained himself from looking at the statue.

A person walked by and said softly, "Don't you think this statue is a bit weird?"

Ming Zhuo: "You know it's weird, you still look at it, bow your head!"

Li Wenhe lowered his gaze.

His companion suddenly lifted his bangs and winked at Mingzhuo.

Ming Zhuo: "..."

Who can tell her why He Wangyao also came and dressed as a girl? !
She looked at the two without a word, and Li Wenhe said in a cold voice, "It wasn't my idea."

"My own idea." He Wangyao whispered, "I'm a little internet celebrity after all, who knows if anyone at the scene recognizes me, it's better to dress up."

Ming Zhuo felt that she needed to calm down, and after thinking for a while, she asked, "Why are you here?"

He Wangyao: "Ah Xu asked me to come and help you."

He really didn't want to come, after all, he was afraid of those ghosts, but Axu had already spoken, so what could he do.

Ah Xu never asked for help, this was the first time he expressed his concern so clearly, so He Wangyao had no choice but to sneak in to support each other.

Ming Zhuo was a little surprised. She felt that Mr. Gu had misunderstood her abilities. Did she seem like someone who needed help?

"Ah Xu said, you are a girl after all, some things are inconvenient, I can take care of them." He Wangyao explained in a low voice.

Now I finally understand, boss, no matter how powerful you are, you still have too little experience when you encounter certain things.

Before Ming Zhuo could figure it out, a middle-aged Taoist priest came out from inside.

The whispered discussion of the crowd came to an abrupt end.

As soon as the middle-aged Taoist came out, several assistants dressed as lay monks lined up behind him, and the group bowed three times and nine times to the god respectfully and piously.

Afterwards, the middle-aged Taoist priest took over the whisk, flicked it bluntly, and scanned his eyes slowly, staying for a few seconds on several women before speaking.

"Since you are able to participate in today's ceremony to invite the gods, you must have come here with sincerity. The Great Immortal of Fortune is willing to help every pious believer, so the ceremony later needs everyone to pray sincerely and not have any disrespect in their hearts."

Everyone nodded repeatedly, expressing that they understood the rules and dared to be insincere.

Middle-aged Taoist: "After the ceremony is over, everyone needs to write the name and date of birth of the enemy on the yellow paper with blood, and throw it into the brazier. Then you can take out the offering and receive the statue."

Du Fenglang frowned, the statement here is completely different from the previous statement on WeChat.

It was clearly stated before that you can write a beneficiary other than yourself. If the transfer mechanism is the same, wouldn't those people be cheated?

This is too scary. Many people ignorantly write down the people they are close to, but it turns out that they have harmed their relatives.

The others also reacted, and couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines, and turned to rejoice, fortunately, they spent extra money to come here in person!
Otherwise, who would have thought that the luck absorbed by the fortune-telling immortal came from the closest relatives?

I couldn't help being more respectful to the statue above my head.

No one doesn't like to see themselves lucky and their enemies unlucky.

Ming Zhuo smiled silently, as expected, he is indeed the leader of a cult, with top-notch ability of bewitching and brainwashing.

A little "truth" was thrown out, and a group of people were completely fascinated, and became more devout towards the fortune-telling fairy.

But these people don't even think about it, since the fortune-telling fairy can lie to others, why can't he lie to them?

Just because you gave hundreds of thousands more?So there are preferential treatment?

What a sweet dream, everyone is just leeks.

There is no way to quantify luck. The more people taste the benefits in the early stage, the deeper the poison will be. When they find that luck is not working well, they will desperately offer more money and more lists of enemies.

Anyway, they are all "enemies" for the sake of benefiting others at the expense of others, and there is no need for psychological burden at all.

When the harvest is finally harvested, who can survive alone?