"Master, what is my appearance?"

After gathering his emotions, he still asked this question.

"Ashamed, donor, please take back the fee."

Hongji didn't waste any words, took out the fresh nine hundred and ninety-nine and stuffed it back into my hand.

"No, no, the master just calculated that the backlash was serious and the injury was serious. I understand the rules of the world. Even if we can't meet each other, this is money for medical treatment and cannot be taken back."

Push it out quickly.

It’s a joke, let’s not talk about anything else, just talk about Master Hongji’s superb qigong, then it’s not fake.

We must make good friends with such high-ranking people!

Not to mention just over nine hundred, even nine thousand or ninety thousand, you have to spend it.

"That's all. The poor monk accepted it shamelessly.

However, the poor monk still noticed something about this appearance, so he talked to the donor and said, "

Hongji thought for a moment and took the money back.

"Master, please speak, I am all ears."

I sat down beside him and poured him a new cup of tea.

"Donor Fang, although the poor monk is not proficient in fortune-telling, he is still somewhat accomplished. He has seen eight hundred or not one thousand fortune-tellings in his life. As for the level of accuracy, I would say without modesty, he is still 80% accurate.

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However, this is the first time the poor monk has encountered such a strange appearance as the benefactor, and he is really puzzled."

Hongji took a sip of tea and calmed down before speaking.

I blinked a few times: "What's weird? I look pretty good, right?"

Hongji smiled and said: "The donor is very handsome. It is not too much to say that he is a dragon among men;

What the poor monk wants to say is that what the donor showed in his face shocked the poor monk. According to his face, you seem to be outside of heaven and earth."

"Uh? What does this mean?"

I'm confused.

"I think the donor must have heard a proverb that goes beyond the three realms and is not in the five elements.

According to the poor monk, although the donor could not reach this state, it seemed that he had jumped out of his own realm;

In other words, the donor should not have appeared in this world, but by some mistake, you did.

But at the same time, his face showed that in a certain respect, the donor was a person from this world.

Yes or no, appearing on a person's face, this huge contradiction makes the poor monk unable to continue the deduction. To be honest, the poor monk was scared!

Oops, this is getting more and more confusing. In short, no one can deduce the fate of the benefactor because he is "both present and absent" in this world, let alone read your face. It is impossible to tell accurately.

There are countless possibilities within you.

Here's the weird thing.

I wonder if the donor understood what the poor monk meant?

The reason why the female donor is pestering you may be because when she became a spirit, she was close enough to you and sensed something that a poor monk could not see. She judged in her heart that you are more capable than the big boss Yao Kun.

In order to gain greater ability, I am more sure to seek help from you than from Yao Kun."

Hongji turned over and over again, but what I heard was in a fog.

But after all, I also read people’s faces, so I barely understood what Hongji meant.

"Master, what do you mean, I am not myself? I am not the person I look like now?"

I pointed back at my face.

"This understanding is irrelevant, but it is not accurate enough. I am a poor monk and I don't know how to describe it at the moment." Hongji expressed his shame.

But I thought of my separated second personality.

"Is it because he is so divided that one face has the appearance of two personalities, which makes Hongji unable to see Xuanxu clearly?"

At present, this is the only explanation I can think of.

"Oh, Yao Manzhu may have misunderstood. I am just an ordinary person. She made a mistake.

Master, can you cast a spell to summon him to show up? Let me make it clear to her that the Yao family is so powerful that a small person like me cannot interfere.

I think Ms. Yao Manzhu should be reasonable. As the saying goes, every injustice has its own debtor. I am not her enemy. She should stop pestering me."

I made a request.

"Do you want a poor monk to use Buddhist teachings to connect yin and yang?"

Hongji raised his eyebrows.

"That's right." I responded, but looking at Hongji's expression, I felt so bad.

"Amitabha, it is the duty of Buddhist disciples to help the world and save people. Since the benefactor has something to ask for, the poor monk should do his best;

However, the Buddha said that the sutras should not be taught lightly and the Dharma should not be passed on to others.

Based on this inference, if the poor monk uses magic to communicate Yin and Yang, the donor will need to pay 20,000 yuan, which must be in cash!

The poor monk must invite the ghost of Ms. Yao Manzhu to come out to meet the donor, and in the process, ensure the personal safety of the donor.

This step by step consumes a lot of mana, it’s so good.”

Hongji said something that drove me crazy.

"Twenty thousand? Master Hongji, you are so open-minded! Isn't this too expensive?"

My eyes were red with anger.

In this era when the average monthly salary is four to five hundred yuan, what is the concept of twenty thousand yuan?

How long can an ordinary worker save without eating or drinking before he can accumulate 20,000 yuan?

"This damn monk is so ungrateful. He talks about money all the time. He is so greedy! He also doesn't forget to use the name of Buddha. Damn it!"

They slandered each other and secretly greeted each other's eighteen generations of ancestors.

"Donor Fang, you are half a fellow in the world, you should know the rules.

In this world, things that are said to be free are the most expensive, especially when it comes to yin and yang. If there is no charge, what you take away may be the employer's longevity and luck.

The more money you spend, the less likely you will be in trouble, and it will naturally not affect yourself.

Therefore, when poor monks relieve people from misfortunes, they usually collect money and let them keep their own luck.

Amitabha, how good, how good! Compared with life, money is really something external to the body, and the donor must see this clearly."

I was taught a lesson by the monk.

I was said to be speechless, because my grandmother also mentioned something similar, but it was so long ago that I had forgotten it, but as soon as Hongji said it, I remembered that this is indeed the story of people in the world.

The argument sounds very reasonable.

Having said that, I still felt pain in my body, and tentatively asked if I could make a counter-offer. As a result, Hongji immediately lowered the price to 18,000.

I blinked in shock and continued bargaining.

Finally, the deal was negotiated for sixteen thousand.

Hongji was quite satisfied with the price. As for me, I felt comfortable because I saved 4,000 yuan. However, after thinking about it later, I wondered if I had fallen into the other person's words.

Forget it, spend money to eliminate disasters, let’s not worry so much!

I asked Hongji to wait, then I rushed to the second floor, took out the metal box from the secret compartment, unlocked it, counted the 16,000 banknotes, put the box back into the secret compartment, and then returned downstairs.

The money was counted in person, and Hongji promised that at midnight tonight, he would do something to communicate yin and yang in the store.

Hearing that he chose such a time point, I felt a little bit hairy and asked tentatively: "Can we do it in the evening?"

Hongji refused without hesitation, saying that because Buddhism communicates with yin and yang, the best time is midnight, when the yin energy is strong, the chance of successful spell casting is high, and other times are not suitable.

What can I say, I can only let it be.

So, leaving Hongji at home, I personally prepared a table of vegetarian dishes for the reception.
Chapter completed!