Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 357 Soul Gathering Mirror (1)

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After bidding farewell to Min Gang and the others, Yang Zimei took Xiaoqian back to her house.

Before approaching, Xiaoqian suddenly yelled: "Sister, there is a monster in front!"

Yang Zimei laughed, "What is demon spirit, Xiaoqian, you are a demon yourself, okay?"

"I'm not a demon, I'm a ghost." Xiaoqian said seriously, "Sister, look quickly, the person in front is very unusual."

Yang Zimei looked at what it was pointing at——

Walking in front was a man wearing a slightly worn and dirty Taoist robe, with an ordinary figure, an ordinary appearance, and messy hair. He was about 50 years old. His temperament was far from that of her Master Yuqing, and there was no Taoist at all. That kind of immortal demeanor is like a wild crane in the clouds, but like a liar in a Taoist robe.

However, since he is wearing a Taoist robe, let's call him a Taoist priest.

"Xiaoqian, did you find that he has a demonic aura?" Yang Zimei also felt that this Taoist priest was a bit strange, but he couldn't see any demonic aura about him, the aura was just like that of ordinary people.

"Sister, there is something wrong with the mirror in his hand." Xiaoqian said seriously.

Mirror?

Yang Zimei's eyes fell on the Taoist priest's hand, and sure enough, his hand grasped a round bronze mirror with a handle, and the bronze was already stained with rust.

However, she couldn't see any antique aura on this bronze mirror, because it seemed to be blocked by some spell, even if she opened the sky eye, she couldn't see the situation clearly.

What the hell is this mirror?
Who is this Taoist priest?

She stood aside, quietly watching the Taoist priest take the mirror and look around her house——

Her pupils narrowed slightly——

Could it be that this Taoist priest wants to harm himself?
Just as she was about to go forward, she suddenly heard the Taoist whisper in a slightly surprised tone: "It's strange, how come there are no wronged souls?"

wronged soul?

Yang Zimei frowned slightly. Could it be that he came here to find a wronged soul, rather than targeting himself specifically?
"There's no reason, isn't this a mass grave before? Who is so bold to build a house here and collect all the wronged souls?" The Taoist said to himself again.

Maybe he wanted to see the house clearly, and jumped on the ground a few times, but he still couldn't jump over the wall and see what was going on inside.

Back then, in order to enhance the privacy of the house, Yang Zimei asked Xia Guohui to build the fence higher than ordinary courtyard houses. If he didn't use other objects, or he knew how to do light work, he wouldn't be able to see what was going on inside the house.

Even if someone climbed up to see it with the help of a ladder, they still couldn't see anything special, because she had already set up a deception, and in the eyes of ordinary people, she was just an ordinary house.

"Sister, what do you think that person wants to do?" Xiaoqian watched the Taoist move clumsily, like a grasshopper, kicking back and forth on the fence, which was very funny.

"I don't know." She was really speechless about the behavior of the Taoist priest.

She looked at him with open eyes, and the information showed that he was from a small Taoist temple in Shanxi, his name was Yu Zhenzi, he was 53 years old, and other information was unknown.

The Taoist name Yuzhenzi sounds very Daoist, and a person with such a name must at least be as immortal as Master Yuqing, but he looks naive in the end.

She couldn't help but walked over, "Excuse me, sir, why are you kicking around in my apron?"

(End of this chapter)