The master of metaphysics refreshes the daily life of Novice Village

Chapter 240 Everything is going well

The little fox really didn't dare to lie. Xuan Qing meditated every day, using the power of Tushan Fox's inner elixir as a guide to carefully glue his broken soul back together piece by piece.

This is a laborious and time-consuming job.

It had only been two hours, and he already looked like he had just been fished out of the water. Xue Wuwei was startled when he walked in. What is going on?

Xuan Qing's expression was so ferocious and painful that he couldn't help but step forward, worried that something might happen.

"Don't touch him." Kong Qianyu stopped him.

The soul itself should be a whole. Splitting in any way will cause serious consequences. Trying to stick it back together is unheard of.

It is obvious that this matter is extremely painful, but apart from myself, no one else can do anything to help.

In the past few days, things have been going smoothly. Although Xuan Qing always said calmly that it was okay and not difficult, he had not eaten water or rice for three consecutive days, lying on the bed panting like a dead dog, and the little fox Kong Qianyu saw the sluggish look after taking back the inner elixir, and felt pain in his heart.

"Why do you have time to come here? Is there something wrong with Ma Chengfeng?"

Xue Wuwei shook his head: "No, I'm here to send money today." All the talismans he took away last time have been sold. I took the cash directly.

Putting down the five large bundles of red bills, Xue Wuwei felt a little embarrassed: "My colleagues asked me to ask the bosses if I can sell some attack talismans. They are willing to pay a high price to buy them."

Kong Qianyu nodded and agreed. Recently, the third senior brother has been obsessed with making money. If he built the side hall as soon as possible, it would be considered a help.

The Fire Talisman and the Divine Movement Talisman are the most sought-after, while the Ice Talisman and the Exorcist Talisman are also in short supply. The Thunder Talisman is too expensive for ordinary people to afford, and only the sect leaders have ordered more than a dozen of them.

Kong Qianyu spent the whole morning earning several million. After calculating the savings in his hand, he should be able to build two side halls, so he asked Xue Wuwei to introduce a reliable construction team to start construction after the New Year. There is no need for the senior brother to collapse in the main hall and let the statue of the ancestor frown so hard that his eyebrows fly up.

The most direct result of a large number of high-quality talismans flowing into the market is that the level of Taoism that was originally not very obvious suddenly increased like a tsunami, and the evil-doing little ghosts and demons who were unable to react quickly and maladapted were repaired until they cried for their fathers and mothers.

In a certain factory, a dozen fierce ghosts were found as scapegoats: It was quite sudden. He had been here for decades and had seen dozens of smelly Taoist priests, but none of them could beat him, and there were even three or two. Those who were not good at academics were treated as snacks and beaten as a sacrifice.

The results of it? He didn't even see what the Taoist priest on the other side who wanted to recruit him looked like. He thought he was a crooked melon and bad jujube that was about the same level as before. He was about to show off his ferocity and let the other side have a taste of his power, when he was surrounded by blazing fire. .

The fire came from nowhere, it was so bright and strong that if he accidentally touched it, it would make him cry out in pain.

So he was captured obediently and became a ghost among the people.

"Hehe, this Fire Talisman is so useful! It's only 10,000 yuan a piece. It's a good deal. I'd better ask Wuwei to buy a few more if I'm in the dark!"

You stinky Taoist priest, you don't practice martial arts and catch ghosts properly. One person and one ghost should fight for eighteen rounds. Everyone depends on their own abilities. It's better for you to secretly invite foreign aid! I'm not convinced, please let me out and we'll do it again!

A little demon who absorbs human essence and cultivates: Let’s just say that although I am not a good demon, I know how to be careful and do not hurt people’s lives. Why did I steal some essence and get struck by lightning? 55555555 My feathers Ah, it's so pitch black, I'm so embarrassed!

Monsters and ghosts are spread by word of mouth. Nowadays, Taoist monks cannot be messed with. They all have to tuck their tails between their legs and behave like a good person. For a while, those who do bad things have shrunk their heads and acted like quails. Not to mention how harmonious and peaceful the society is.

A steady stream of merit points flew towards Kong Qianyu. She was slightly stunned during the live broadcast. So selling talismans has this effect? Then she will have to sell more points later.

In such a virtuous cycle, with enough Fu Lu Guan, all the colleagues let go of their hands and feet, eliminated evil, promoted good, and worked hard to cure, and the entire Xuanmen was prosperous. The live broadcast was held as usual tonight. The first person to win consecutive wheats was obviously impatient and smashed two carnivals in a row. The reward of 10,000 yuan quickly promoted him to the first position on the list. Naturally, the first one to win consecutive wheats succeeded. .

The onlookers exclaimed: "So handsome!"

"Wow, judging from his background, his family must be very rich, right?"

"Mom, I've become successful, I've become rich and handsome!"

"Put these two together, it's so eye-catching and a perfect match! I love it, I'll take a screenshot and save it!"

There were two people on the screen, the man was handsome and the woman was beautiful. However, the perfunctory smile that had just been on the woman's cold face was gone, while the man was completely frightened.

"Master, are you the real master? Please save me, I have money, I will give you money."

Kong Qianyu said coolly: "Rich people nowadays are so courageous. They dare to collect anything."

After hearing this, the man's eyes lit up, as if grasping a life-saving straw: "Master, help me, I really don't know, I really don't know!"

This man had never done anything immoral, and his crime was not punishable by death. Kong Qianyu explained to other people in the live broadcast room that he was going to save people, ignored their requests to continue watching, turned off the live broadcast, and left.

Fang Zhinian huddled in the chair in the study, his whole body cold and his heart restless.

This is his last chance. The ghost has already said that after tonight, it will take his life.

There was a muffled sound from the clock in the corridor, neatly eleven times, each one striking his heart, like the death knell at the last moment of his life.

It was strangely dark in the villa. It was just getting dark tomorrow, so he turned on all the lighting equipment. But now, the desk was so close that he could touch it, but he couldn't see anything in front of him, only the endless dark.

A cold hand carried him to the bathroom without his feet touching the floor. He closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to look at himself in the mirror anyway.

He had just been complimented by netizens on how handsome he was. Not only did he not feel the slightest bit happy after hearing this, but the hairs all over his body stood on end!

Ever since he was little, he has never been handsome!

He is 172cm tall, chubby, with a pie face, small eyes, a flat nose, and a face full of acne. He is young, and the hair on the top of his head is so sparse that he can be given up his seat on the bus.

He completely picked on his parents' shortcomings and thrived on them. Outsiders didn't want to praise him for his ugliness, and even his biological parents sometimes disliked him.

As a result, his family was rich and he had been single for thirty years. In his mother's original words, I wish there were more gold-worshiping women in the world so that you could find a wife.

And every time we went on a blind date, the girls looked down on him no matter what the conditions were. Some even said clearly: I thought I was a money worshiper, but after meeting you, I felt that money was not that important to me.

Listen, listen, does this sound right?

(End of this chapter)