I was a fortune teller in 90

Since the commotion here, several other departments have moved out.

Fortunately, the entire building is a dedicated office building for folk culture, but the rumors of hauntings made other departments stay away. When he went back to the municipal government for a meeting, his colleagues stayed away from him for fear of being contaminated by unclean things.

No matter how he explained, everyone was still wary.

He didn't believe in evil, so he could only call his old friends to come up with a solution together, or ask them to perform a ritual to get rid of the evil spirit.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the old friend got downstairs, he said that the aura here was not right, and that it was too yin... After that, he entered the building to perform a ritual, and I was worried, so I followed him in.

Unexpectedly, things were more difficult than he imagined.

Fortunately, he had a blessed Buddha amulet with him, so although the evil spirit was very violent, it could not get close to them. After a fight, the old friend's magic power was insufficient, and he was controlled by the evil spirit upstairs, unable to escape for a while.

It entered at nightfall yesterday and lasted until this morning, when the Yang energy was at its most abundant, and finally broke out.

Unexpectedly, he met Dai Qing here. The old friend has always praised this girl, saying that she is extremely talented and a good seedling. He also asked him to put aside his prejudice and accept talents.

After managing folk culture for several years, he also gained some experience. In the field of folk culture, there are always people who are better than you, and there are too many unknown things. He was too narrow-minded.

Especially after what happened today, facing Dai Qing was somewhat awkward. But at this point, it was already a matter of personal face.

"Friend Dai, after the establishment of the Folk Culture Museum, we have focused on inheriting the craftsmanship and culture of our ancestors. You are a capable person in our local area, so I hope you can help clean up the dirt upstairs. Folk culture has been declining. If it is removed, it will be very difficult to revive it in the future."

Dai Qing was stunned after hearing this.

“Can something that has already been established be delisted?”

“When the Folk Culture Museum was established, there were many voices of opposition, saying that only by completely eradicating old ideas and discarding old concepts can we truly innovate and strengthen the country.”

Director Meng sighed as he spoke.

"But there are also a group of people who support the Kuibao left by their ancestors. Even if they cannot be carried forward, they cannot be extinct. Appropriate preservation is also a form of respect."

"After that, we voted and reluctantly put up the sign for the Folklore Museum. If this kind of mysterious thing gets out and causes public opinion, I won't be able to save the Folklore Museum even if I break my head."

Dai Qing looked at his twisted brows, turned her head to look at the Taoist Zhen You next to her, and saw him nod heavily and sigh softly.

"Brother Ren De has indeed put a lot of thought into the Folk Culture Museum, but it is just barely maintaining its existence. If the ghost story spreads and causes panic, it will only be a matter of time before the museum closes."

"There aren't many people who like and appreciate folk customs. If something goes wrong, there will be no hope for people like us to gain a foothold."

The Taoist Zhenyou looked up at Dai Qing, his eyes full of anticipation.

"My young friend is very talented and transcends the mundane world. If you can lend a hand, Old Meng and I will certainly thank you."

Dai Qing looked at their eager expressions and raised her head to look upstairs.

Because of the existence of folk culture, these people are free and unconstrained. If it is really banned one day, things involving metaphysics will definitely be suppressed.

The living space of metaphysics will become narrower and narrower.

Thinking of this, Dai Qing nodded.

"We'll meet here at 8 o'clock this evening."

To be honest, ever since she sent Zhou Qian and the others away last time, she has been quite interested in the matter of wandering souls.

After hearing Dai Qing's answer, their eyes lit up and they nodded repeatedly.

"No problem, we'll be waiting for you here at 8pm." Zhen Youdao rubbed his hands, unable to conceal the excitement in his eyes. He had spent his entire life pursuing metaphysics, and now he was old and couldn't even deal with a resentful soul, which was really shameful.

After all, his talent is limited. If he could see the true power of metaphysics with his own eyes again, his life would be worth it.

Watching Dai Qing and her friends walk away, Director Meng looked back upstairs, still feeling a little worried.

"What if Dai Qing can't handle it?"

"Don't worry, as long as you agree, there will definitely be a way."

He had already discovered that this girl was not an ordinary person. If he couldn't even handle her, then the Folk Culture Museum might as well be closed down.

On the bus back, Juanzi kept staring at Dai Qing. Unable to help herself, she looked around, moved closer, and spoke in a low voice.

"Such a mysterious thing sounds dangerous. Are you sure?"

"It's okay. I'm still trying to figure out how to catch ghosts, but I don't have any effective method."

Whether it was by accident or by brute force, she had vaguely grasped some tricks. Moreover, she believed in her grandfather's comments even more.

Since grandpa said she has talent, it must be true.

Juanzi couldn't accept Dai Qing's indifferent attitude.

"That's not just playing house, it's really dangerous. If you're not sure, it's best not to intervene. Anyway, you have a house and money now, and you don't have to worry about food and drink. Isn't it better to just lie down and live your retirement life?"

If she had Xiaoqing's family background, she would definitely do nothing but collect rent with a proud face every day.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. If you can't handle it, just beat me up."

She has experience with this. Whether it is a human or a soul, they are afraid of being beaten.

After sending Juanzi home, Dai Qing had a simple meal, took a hot bath, and changed into comfortable clothes. Seeing that it was almost time, she hailed a taxi and headed for Cuihu Lake.

The sky is gloomy tonight, without even a star, but the atmosphere is perfectly set.

Following the dim street lights all the way to the Lakeside Building, I saw Taoist Zhen You and Director Meng waiting from afar.

Seeing her appear, the Taoist priest really stood up from the bench, shook the Buddhist whisk in his hand, and his eyes were excited.

"Little friend, you are here."

Dai Qing looked at the two men, who looked refreshed, and greeted them. She then looked down at her watch. It was exactly eight o'clock.

"Do you need to prepare anything else?" Director Meng looked at her with a small bag slung over her shoulder and empty hands, somewhat puzzled.

The work of a Heavenly Master requires opening an altar and performing rituals. The more elaborate the rituals, the better the effect. But isn't this too simple?

Seeing the slightly nervous expressions of the two people, Dai Qing waved her hand.
"I don't know how others do it, but I don't need to prepare anything. Of course, I'm not a professional. I agreed to come and give it a try, but I can't guarantee that it will succeed."

After hearing this, Director Meng was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

There was actually a Taoist who was open-minded and patted him on the shoulder.

"Since we are here, we should make the best of it. My friend is not someone who does things without a purpose. Since you have entrusted her with the task, you should trust her completely. With your skills, there will definitely be no mistakes." (End of this chapter)