Chapter 400 Who else wants to draw water?

Ming Zhuo sighed. This is the bad thing about monks. They are always restrained in doing anything.

If it were in the past, she would have just released ghosts to scare people. You don’t believe in evil, right? Well, when you see the long-haired female ghost in the well, you will be scared to death.

But this is a Buddhist temple. If she does this, these monks will probably be the first to disagree.

Moreover, it is never good for rumors of ghosts to spread in Buddhist temples. If the shadows in these people’s hearts are too big, I am afraid that the incense of Lingquan Temple will be cut off.

Mingzhuo thought for a moment, then walked forward and helped the aunt up, "I'm sorry, he didn't use enough force, it wasn't intentional."

Seeing that she was pretty, had a tender face, looked young, and had a good attitude, the aunt immediately stood up with her strength.

"If he just pushed me, I would have fallen down and got hurt at my age." The aunt said angrily, "If you hadn't helped me, I wouldn't have gotten up!"

"Yes, yes, you're giving me too much face!" Mingzhuo complimented her and glanced at the aunt's tools, "You want to draw four buckets of well water, right?"

The aunt complained, "Aren't you going to seal the well? We can't drink this well water anymore!"

"How could that be? We won't seal the well. This is the biggest economic pillar of our Lingquan Temple."

The aunt always felt that this was not a good thing to say: "What economic pillar?"

Mingzhuo did not answer, but took the initiative to help the aunt get buckets, "You want four buckets? Okay, I'll get them for you! Drinking this well water regularly is very good for the body, especially for your spouse. After drinking this water, your waist and legs will not be sore, and your whole body will be full of energy. After dancing, you even went to repair the sewer for your dance partner."

The aunt looked at Mingzhuo in surprise and suspicion, "What do you mean? Don't talk nonsense!"

"And your youngest son." Mingzhuo counted with his fingers and looked at the eldest mother in surprise, "Your youngest son is 24 years old and has graduated for several years. Why doesn't he go to work and rely on his sister for support?"

The eldest mother was furious: "You are talking nonsense! My son obviously has a job. He is a manager in a foreign company and earns 30,000 a month!"

This is her pride. Who in the village doesn't envy her son's success?

Ming Zhuo: "He lied to you, it's 30,000, he can't even make 3,000. Didn't he also tell you that he wanted to start a business and asked you to support 500,000? I advise you not to send money, that project was just someone's trick, you won't get a penny back if you send money."

The aunt said sternly: "Do you think I will believe you? Get out of the way, I have to go get some water!"

Although she said so, she felt vaguely uneasy in her heart. How did the other party know about the call her son made yesterday?

If someone else passed the message, that was impossible. She mentioned that her son wanted to start a business, but she didn't say how much money he needed.

Mingzhuo cooperated and stepped aside. "Thank you for your patronage. Four buckets of water cost four thousand yuan. Please pay first and then draw water."

The aunt was shocked. "You want to charge money? The well water was free before. Why do you charge money? Who are you?"

Others also started to make a fuss, very dissatisfied.

How can a temple charge money? Monks are compassionate, how can they do business?

Mingzhuo nodded and expressed his understanding calmly.

"I only count three hexagrams. This Lingquan Temple was invested by this gentleman. Monks are compassionate, but he is not a monk. He has to consider profit, so starting today, I have to charge for drawing well water." Mingzhuo pointed at Gu Xu. He had an outstanding temperament and looked like the kind of domineering boss that only appears in idol dramas.

Gu Xu glanced at the crowd. Although he looked gentle and well-educated, he always had a natural sense of alienation and dignity, which made people feel in awe.

Moreover, with the aura at the negotiation table, the pressure from being in a high position for a long time was suddenly unbearable.

No one dared to meet his gaze, and they all lowered their heads.

Mingzhuo continued, "One thousand per bucket of water is a fair price. Today I will also give you a fortune-telling as a gift to help you avoid risks."

She turned to look at the aunt, "By the way, your son has no fortune in his life. Why not call him back and let him drink more well water to strengthen his body. He can also work as a courier or a salesperson to earn some hard-earned money. It is better than being unrealistic and dragging the whole family into the quagmire in the end."

The aunt: "...Psycho! I won't fetch this water anymore, okay?" It

was too unlucky. Her son was so smart, how could he fall to doing manual labor? She didn't believe it!

Master Yuanhui put his hands together and said, "Amitābha, this person who only counts as three divinations is very accurate. You'd better believe her words and be careful when transferring money."

The mother's heart skipped a beat and her fingers unconsciously dialed her husband's number.

"Hello, wife." The phone rang for a moment and the other end picked up.

The mother was about to talk about the 500,000 yuan when she suddenly heard something wrong in the background, "Did you go to fix the sewer for some woman?"

The man panicked, "Are you following me?"

The mother felt like the sky had fallen when she heard it. What Mingzhuo said was actually true. She burst into tears.

The other end couldn't argue and simply hung up the phone.

The old lady got up and left in a rage. She was going back to fight with her husband. She worked so hard to fetch water home, but he never helped her. He even went dancing! He even went to help other women fix the sewer!

Everyone around was stunned. My god, this girl can really tell fortunes!

Ming Zhuo cast his eyes on the others: "Who else wants to fetch water? One thousand per bucket. Pay first."

A middle-aged woman hesitated, "Are you really accurate in fortune-telling?"

Ming Zhuo: "Of course it's accurate. For example, the gold bracelet you are wearing is made of sand gold. I bought it for a few dozen yuan, but you told others that you spent 36,000 yuan."

The middle-aged woman was embarrassed immediately: "...Who asked you to calculate these? Are you sick! "

Ming Zhuo: "I'm helping you avoid risks, otherwise you keep saying it's real gold, what if you get robbed? Besides, you haven't paid yet."

The middle-aged woman left angrily, "I didn't say I wanted to fetch water, don't cheat me of money!"

Ming Zhuo turned and looked at one of the masters, "Then you come to fetch water? Your hands and feet are not very clean..."

The master took the bucket and ran away, fearing that Ming Zhuo would find out if he was a step slower.

"Then you come?" Ming Zhuo looked for the next target.

The man waved his hands, "I don't want to fetch water, it's too expensive, I can't afford it."

After a while, the group of people ran away in fear.

Whenever Mingzhuo looked at them, they would be so scared that their bodies would tense up, always feeling that their secrets would be exposed.

And they were here to take advantage! If they couldn't take advantage, why would they stay? Would they really spend money to buy well water? It's not like they are crazy.

Think about it carefully, the well water tastes a little better, that's all. If it's free, why not? But if you have to spend money, and it's one thousand yuan a bucket, then it's not worth it.

Mingzhuo clapped his hands: "Okay, the problem is solved."

A monk said: "Isn't this bad?"

Mingzhuo looked over in surprise, "Why is it bad? Go and ask, is my fortune-telling worth the price? Have I helped the first mother recover the loss of 500,000 yuan?"

Monk: "..."