As expected, the narrative angle has changed this time. The protagonist is Xu Lingshan, whose parents died young, and the culprit is the wandering Taoist priest. If he hadn't come to the village, her parents might not have died. (Fang Zhiyi quipped, "They would have died anyway, they just died slower!")
As Xu Lingshan grew up, she found out that Fang Zhiyi did not know how to make money, but instead relied on his own integrity to exorcise demons and catch ghosts for others. As a result, the master and apprentice often did not have enough money to use. Xu Lingshan hated this master and planned to escape from him.
The best way was through the Internet. She soon met a rich man who was also very good to her. Unlike those gangsters who only wanted her body, Xu Lingshan met the man in person. The man was an antique dealer and seemed to be extremely elegant. But one day Xu Lingshan discovered his secret: he was actually a ghost.
After a period of love and hate, Xu Lingshan resolutely decided to be with him, but her ignorant master came again to get rid of her lover. Xu Lingshan stopped her master with her cleverness.
Her lover, unable to let her go, secretly returned to look for her, only to be discovered by the straitlaced master. Xu Lingshan saw through him completely: he was only interested in spiritual cultivation and had no idea that even ghosts could be good! So, with the cooperation of the ghost, the obstacle that had been standing in their way was finally overcome. From Xu Lingshan's perspective, her master had brought this upon himself.
Fang Zhiyi watched this scene again and clapped his hands repeatedly: "Is this the first impression? No wonder I always think the first person to appear in any movie is the good guy."
Xu Lingshan smiled sweetly, took off her headphones, and felt her pockets. She was out of money again. She hadn't been home for half a month, and her master hadn't even called her. The thought of this made Xu Lingshan's teeth itch. This old man was always thinking about inheriting his master's school, but he couldn't even bear to give her money. Ugh.
Who wants to be a poor Taoist priest? Poor and without status?
When she reluctantly returned to her master's house, she was shocked. The shop that was deserted before was now filled with many people.
"Business is so good?" Xu Lingshan asked in confusion.
But when I walked in, I saw that everything was different from before. An old lady came out with a basin of water and asked: "Wash your feet or have a massage? Wait a minute!"
"What foot washing and massage? Who are you?"
The aunt said nothing, but curled her lips and pointed at the door: "Is Ji Qingqing's eyes not good?"
Xu Lingshan walked out the door and looked up again. The original "fortune-telling" had turned into "acupoint massage and foot bath".
She was stunned for a moment, and finally reacted: "Fang Zhiyi! Where have you been?" She hadn't called him Master for a long time, and instead called him by his name.
At this time, Fang Zhiyi had already taken a bus to the next city. As soon as he got off the bus, he went straight to the incense and candle shop on Southeast Street. This was the shop he had booked online. The original owner was too old to run the business, so Fang Zhiyi spent all his money to take over.
First, he has to make money to eat, and second, he has to wait for that thing to appear. It would be troublesome if he starved to death before that.
The surrounding shops thought it was just a businessman coming and didn't pay much attention to it. However, they all avoided contact with people who were doing funeral business, generally thinking it was unlucky.
Fang Zhiyi was not in a hurry either. He was slowly digesting the original owner's skills, and would imitate a few moves from time to time.
Two days later, the first customer came to Fang Zhiyi's shop. He was a young man with a pale face and unsteady steps.
"Do you have any talismans here?" He seemed to be a little desperate and asked this question mechanically.
Fang Zhiyi felt a familiar breath from him, which was the breath he felt when he was still a ghost.
"I don't have the talisman. What does a decent person need that thing for?" Fang Zhiyi replied.
The young man was stunned, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Forget it if there is no one."
Fang Zhiyi looked at him, seeing the cross, Guanyin, and even an unknown silver coin hanging around his neck, and couldn't help but sneer: "The nationality of the ghost chasing you is quite complicated?"
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