Meng Jingzhou felt that he had done a lot of good things, although he was not from a good background and was forced to join the Meng family, he ran away from home early and broke off relations with the Meng family.

After coming to the Asking Dao Sect, he devoted himself to cultivation, so as not to be found by his father one day and hung up and beaten.

Is it the result of fooling around with Lu Yang every day?

That's not right, then how could Lu Yang have a deep immortal relationship and be personally taught by the immortal fairy?

Miao Shan blinked, with a spring on his face: "How much do you want for that little monk?" ”

"Ten taels of silver."

"Give."

Without hesitation, Miao Sun took out a silver ingot from his sleeve and slapped it on the table.

Shi Chan identified the authenticity of the silver ingot, and then turned his head and asked: "Two senior brothers, the female donor has a request, which of you is willing to dedicate it?" ”

Meng Jingzhou: "......"

Lu Yang: "......"

This time it was Miaoshan's turn to be stunned: "Wait a minute, aren't you a little monk?" ”

Shi Chan clasped his hands together, looked solemn, and said seriously: "Miao Shan, a poor monk, how can a poor monk do such a thing?" ”

Miao Shan's expression was strange, and judging by your behavior last night, you didn't look like a monk.

"Yesterday's incident in Chunxianglou was just that the poor monk did not stand the test."

"Then I don't want to have children, can I?"

"Yes."

Shakzen returned the silver ingot to Myoshan.

"In a few days, when the poor monk saves enough silver taels, he will go to Chunxiang Building again to hone his mood."

Miaoshan's expression only improved.

The two businesses that were delivered to the door were sent away by Shi Chan, and another half an hour passed, and the third business came.

"Master, you can exorcise evil spirits here, right?" The middle-aged man found Shi Zen, his expression was sad, and he was troubled at a glance, and the deceitful fortune teller liked to deceive this kind of person the most, as long as he said some ambiguous words, the middle-aged man would be deceived into being sure that the other party was a true master.

"Yes, may I ask the donor, do you want to exorcise evil spirits, according to the poor monk's observation, there is no evil invasion on your body, but there is something in your heart, which causes panic and sweating."

Shi Zen pours tea, and in the teapot is the meditation tea refined by the Hanging Temple.

"There is no charge for tea, please drink it."

The middle-aged man drank the tea and calmed down.

"It's not me, it's my daughter."

"What's wrong with your daughter?"

"My daughter once went out and met a kid who lived two streets away from our house, and since then she has been out of control, falling in love with him, falling in love at first sight, and saying that this is fate, and love is dead."

"I don't agree with this family business, she is still on hunger strike, she has not eaten for three days in a row!"

"She used to go on a hunger strike, and she couldn't hold on for more than a day, but this time she actually lasted for three days, and it didn't work for me to tempt her with her favorite skewers from the barbecue restaurant again!"

"Donor, breaking up a couple is not a good deed, and a poor monk will not do such an act for the sake of money, which will damage the merit."

"And examples of love at first sight have existed since ancient times, and they are not rare."

"But because of this, it is really inappropriate to go on a hunger strike and cause people's lives, and the poor monks can persuade your daughter."

"That's great."

Shi Chan cleaned up the stalls, and the three of them went to the middle-aged man's house together.

On the way to the house, the three learned that the middle-aged man's name was Zhong Ming, his family was in the medicinal herb business, and his wife died early, and he was the one who brought up his daughter, whose daughter was called Zhong Qing'er, and the kid was called Kang Wei.

He bought a 300-year-old Lingzhi in the morning, and it happened that the owner of the Lingzhi was a female monk who was practicing qi, so he asked the female monk if there was a master who could solve the evil spirit, and the female monk recommended Shi Zen, whom she met at the hotel last night.

"It turned out to be introduced by Miss Poria Cocos." Lu Yangxin said that it was no wonder that Zhong Ming came up and asked Shi Chan if he could exorcise evil spirits, and he didn't even suspect that he was a liar.

The house is not small, three in and three out, and several servants are employed in the house.

Zhong Ming took the three of them to Zhong Qing'er's boudoir, and there were cold meals and skewers on the ground.

"This is the little girl's boudoir, uh, master, can you enter the boudoir as a monk?"

"Naturally." Shi Chan pushed the door and entered, and walked into the boudoir generously.

It is an ordinary boudoir, with a round tea table in the middle, burnt candles, miscellaneous books, and bronze mirrors and rouge powder on the wall.

Zhong Qing'er was lying on the bed, her face was pale with hunger, and when she saw her father come in with a monk and two people who didn't know what they were, she said with a dying breath:

"If I can't be with Kang Lang, then I'd rather starve to death!"

"Girl, the poor monk is here to persuade you to eat some food, if you choose to starve to death, the poor monk also has excessive services here, and the price is more expensive than persuasion."

"The poor monk is still good at excess, the poor monk has worked in the slaughterhouse for more than a year, and countless livestock have died in the hands of the poor monk, and those livestock have been overtaken by the poor monk."

Shi Chan took out the big flag again and pointed to the word "transcendence" written on the flag to prove that he was not lying.

Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou tried their best to put on a solemn appearance, like the left and right protectors of Shi Chan.

Zhongqing'er: "......"

"The poor monk is not good at talking, and he does not have the eloquence of a silent person, so it is difficult to persuade him to succeed, but the poor monk has Bigu Dan here, and he can force the girl to eat it."

"If the girl is unwilling, the poor monk can also throw you out of the house and on the street, and then no one cares about the girl's safety, and the girl has no family to rely on, so she is naturally willing to eat."

The more Zhong Qing'er listened, the paler her face became.

Zhong Ming was also taken aback, the master looked at the face good, but the means were not good at all.

Zhong Qing'er was so frightened by Shi Chan that tears rolled in her eyes, did her father find a monk or a butcher?

"I—I'll eat."

She just scared and scared her father, so that she would not really die of hunger strike.

"Can I eat the skewers from the barbecue restaurant again?"

"No, the donor has not eaten for three days, overeating is life-threatening, and the donor should eat lightly."

Shi Chan turned his head to Zhong Ming and said, "Please make a bowl of white porridge from the donor." ”

Zhong Ming was shocked at first, he didn't expect his daughter to agree to eat so quickly, and then he was overjoyed and immediately went out to cook himself.

After a while, Zhong Qing'er drank white porridge with a spoon.

"Thanks to the master, I wonder how much incense money the master has to charge?"

Shi Chan shook his head: "We can't go yet, my daughter is indeed evil, and she has a very faint mana fluctuation." ”

Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou nodded secretly, they also saw this, Zhong Qing'er was obviously cast a spell by someone to become like this.

I just don't know what kind of spell is cast, or what kind of spell will fall in love with someone?

"She's in a dream spell." The immortal fairy broke the spell that was applied to Zhong Qing'er at a glance.

"Dreaming?"

"It's a spell that can make people dream.,The content of the dream is controlled by the caster.,Remember the immortal's yellow sorghum pillow.,Similar to that.,But it's far less advanced than the immortal's pillow.。

(End of chapter)