Chapter 182 Someone imitated my face, the master of metaphysics was copied
"What did you say?" Zhang Zhenmin panicked when he heard this: "Impossible, the master clearly said that he only wants my luck."
"It's clear that he only sucked away some luck, how could it be my lifespan?"
As Meng Fuling said, there really was someone who did such an evil thing.
"Look at yourself what you look like now?" Meng Fuling said, looking at the mirror beside her.
Zhang Zhenmin turned his head to look at the mirror in confusion, and suddenly his eyes widened in shock.
He was so busy looking for his son that he had no time or energy to look in the mirror.
Looking in the mirror, he felt like an old man on his last legs. He couldn't help but feel the wrinkles on his face that looked like old tree bark.
Fans in the live broadcast room saw it very clearly and started to complain.
[Oh my god, is this really someone in their thirties? He looks like he's seventy, older than my great-grandfather.]
[You're really stubborn, you don't even believe what my master said.]
"Exactly, when has my master's advice ever been wrong? And he still doubts it?"
[Who on earth could have sucked away thirty years of his lifespan? Such a terrifying evil technique.]
[Don't cry until you see the coffin. The master said that if you are today, you will definitely not live to see tomorrow.]
Zhang Zhenmin looked at himself in the mirror in astonishment: "No, why did it become like this? The master said it was not like this at the time."
"She told me that she would send my son to me within three days. I was just excited and said that the master's prediction was really accurate."
"I didn't expect she wanted my life, but even if I have to sacrifice my life to get my son back, it's worth it."
Zhang Zhenmin's words were full of doubts. Meng Fuling said, "I think you've been deceived."
"Your son's return is not her fault. Sucking away lifespan is a forbidden technique and must not be allowed."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Zhang Zhenmin's attitude became stronger: "Master, you are questioning it casually."
"She's a master of metaphysics who has saved countless lives. She would never do such a thing."
"A master of metaphysics with millions of fans, not only officially certified, but also solved a gold robbery. How can someone like you be compared to her?"
Not only did he not question the master who sucked his life away, but he also defended him with all his might.
"Wait!" Meng Fuling stopped him, "Who is this master you're talking about?"
The achievements he mentioned were somewhat similar to hers, and the gold robbery sounded even more familiar.
Zhang Zhenmin exclaimed in admiration, "Of course it's Meng Po, the most popular metaphysical master on the internet right now."
"This Master Mengpo is the reincarnation of a living Bodhisattva. She said that there is a price to pay for worshipping her."
"I waited a whole month to meet the Master, and only saw her in person three days ago."
"I saw her resurrect the dead with my own eyes, but she can grant anyone's wish as long as they sincerely worship her."
Meng Fuling was stunned and asked, "You said the person you met was called Master Meng Po?"
"That's right!" Zhang Zhenmin continued, "She was only in her early twenties, and she was holding a big rooster in her arms."
"She's the metaphysical master who's gone viral online recently. Her livestream now has tens of millions of followers."
"If I hadn't been desperate and couldn't find my son, I wouldn't have asked to see her. It costs 100,000 yuan to see her once."
Meng Fuling looked down at Xiaoman in her arms, and both the master and servant were stunned.
"I am the master of metaphysics, Meng Po!" She immediately corrected him: "The one you are talking about is an imposter."
"What? Impossible!" Zhang Zhenmin looked at her with disdain: "I think you are the imposter."
"You're imitating the master and holding a big rooster. I never thought there are so many scammers these days."
The world is full of wonders. I encountered an imposter right after returning from the island.
When the fans in the live broadcast room heard this, there was a commotion and someone immediately started searching.
[Oh my god, Master, there really is a host with the same name as you, also called Master of Metaphysics Meng Po.]
[It's true! She has tens of millions of fans! Look, she's live streaming now!]
[These days, there are still people who dare to impersonate others. Hurry up and upload this person’s live broadcast.]
[Fuck, this person is so shameless. He's clearly trying to scam people by taking advantage of the master's popularity.]
I've seen knockoff bags, knockoff clothes, knockoff cars, but this is the first time I've seen a knockoff of my master.
Meng Fuling immediately clicked on the anchor's live broadcast room, and sure enough, the name was exactly the same as hers.
Her signature reads: Meng Po, the most diviner fortune teller in the underworld, can tell three fortunes a day, each worth 100,000 yuan, and can bring the dead back to life even if she is a god!
In this live broadcast room, a young woman was wearing a gray-blue Taoist robe and a peach wood hairpin in her hair.
Not only does this face bear 50% resemblance to Meng Fuling, it also gives off a sense of otherworldliness.
In particular, she was holding a big rooster in her arms. This bald rooster had one blind eye.
No way? Meng Fuling looked at everyone in the live broadcast room, stunned.
It turned out to be a copycat version of Meng Po. Some people imitated her face, and some imitated her chicken!
Among the fans in the live broadcast room, there were actually official accounts of various police stations, and the fans below were cheering wildly.
The entire screen is filled with “Long Live the Master!”, “The Master has infinite power!”
"Is this the master you were talking about?" Meng Fuling pointed at the live video.
"That's right, this is Master Mengpo, the number one fortune teller in the underworld!" Zhang Zhenmin's eyes were full of longing when he saw the video.
"A normal fortune-telling session costs 10,000 yuan. If it's a major life-saving fortune-telling session, you can go see the fortune-teller in person and it will cost 100,000 yuan."
"The master said I only needed thirty years of luck, and I paid the money so I could see my son in three days."
Meng Fuling held Xiaoman in her arms, and Xiaoman called out "coo coo coo" at her a few times.
"Don't worry, that blind bald chicken is certainly not as handsome as you!" She comforted Xiaoman.
Nannan popped her head out of the backpack dissatisfiedly: "She imitated Sister Fuling and then imitated Xiaoman, why is no one imitating me?"
"Ah! What is this? The doll can actually talk?" He stepped back in astonishment.
"You are the thing, no, you are not the thing!" Nannan put her hands on her hips angrily.
"What do you mean by thirty years of luck? I told you it was a thirty-year lifespan, and you're going to die soon."
"That guy is a bad guy who is only interested in making money. He uses evil magic that can kill people."
"Mengmeng wasn't sent back by her. He came back from the island with us."
"Lao Zhang!" The police officer next to him couldn't stand it anymore and almost opened the anti-fraud app: "You've encountered a scammer."
"The person in front of you is the real Master Meng Fuling. Everyone in our police station knows Meng Fuling."
So he didn't believe what others said, but he had to believe what the police said.
He opened his eyes wide and suddenly realized what had happened. He hadn't believed it just now, but now his emotions collapsed in an instant.
"Then, then I'm really going to die?" Zhang Zhenmin looked at his sleeping son.
It took a lot of effort for him to come back, but now I am going to die and I feel unwilling to accept it.
With a plop, he knelt in front of Meng Fuling: "Master, please save me."
When she knew she was being deceived and was about to die, she prayed to the gods and Buddha. Meng Fuling shook her head: "Your life span is in her hands."
"Unless you can get her to give you back your life, tomorrow will be your death after tonight."
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