After seeing off the frightened Qu Bowen and Lin Zihang, Wei Mian returned to the study on the second floor to draw talisman paper.
She didn't have much stock on hand. Although it was possible to draw this thing now, Wei Mian preferred to prepare for a rainy day, so she had to have a sufficient stock of various talisman papers at home.
She carried a bag of potato chips to the study, ate them all, licked her fingers casually, and then picked up the brush beside her and dipped it in cinnabar.
The yellow paper had been spread out long ago. Wei Mian hummed a song and soon calmed down his mind, writing like flowing water.
A little bit of inspiration can make a talisman.
Wei Mian frowned as he looked at the intermediate-level ghost-exorcising talisman he had just drawn.
I'm really impressed by this broken body. She worked so hard but she could only draw an intermediate level talisman paper. If those people from Zhengyangmen knew about this, they would definitely laugh at her!
When Wei Mian was in the sect, whenever he took action, the talisman paper he used was always of a high-level grade.
Wei Mian sighed and said, okay, intermediate level is barely enough here.
Then she became even more careless, and wrote with a certain casualness.
Anyone from the Taoist sect who came to see this would be shocked and open their mouths wide.
They need to take a bath, change clothes, and even meditate for half a day before they can occasionally draw a basic talisman paper. It seems that this little girl's work is nothing?
Wei Mian didn’t know what others thought, as she had never dealt with any serious Taoist people in this world.
After drawing twenty talismans to dispel evil spirits, Wei Mian continued drawing: talismans to suppress evil spirits, talismans for safety, talismans for peach blossoms, talismans for good luck...
She drew some of every talisman paper she could think of.
After they were all dried, they were folded and placed in jars, and the name of the talisman paper was marked on the outside of each jar.
Well, what a storage expert!
Then Wei Mian grabbed a few from each jar and put them in the bag he was carrying, which was basically enough.
There was still half a day left before evening, and Wei Mian thought that since he had nothing to do, he might as well set up a stall.
She changed into a black and white sportswear, took out a black baseball cap and put it on, put on her backpack, and rode her electric scooter to the overpass where she had met the Taoist priest before.
Not to mention, the area under the overpass is a pretty good place with a large flow of people, and many people know that there are fortune-telling stalls there.
It just has a bad reputation.
Wei Mian put the hat back on his head before it was blown off by the wind, but when he arrived at the place, he did not see the Taoist priest.
She parked the electric bike and took her small stool and placed it where the Taoist priest usually sat.
The lady selling insoles next to her stretched her neck to glance at the sign in front of her, then looked at Wei Mian's exceptionally fair and tender face, her expression a little indescribable.
"Master Bai was beaten up yesterday, and you still dare to come here to set up a stall today?"
Wei Mian raised an eyebrow, "Been beaten?"
"That's right," the old lady smacked her lips, not feeling any pity when she thought of Master Bai's miserable state. "He was beaten till his head was bloody!"
"What's going on?"
Seeing that Wei Mian was interested, the old lady also wanted to find someone to talk to, so she simply told her everything that happened yesterday. After listening, Wei Mian didn't know what to say.
It is said that a young man asked Master Bai to calculate his fortune. Master Bai said that he had a rosy complexion recently and had a face that showed he would get rich. So the young man listened to the master and went to buy a scratch-off ticket worth one thousand yuan.
One thousand yuan!
Unexpectedly, I didn’t win any of the scratch-off tickets. The shop owner casually said, “I bought so many and didn’t win. How bad is my luck?”
When the young man heard this, he was immediately furious. The key point was that his anger was not directed at the lottery shop owner, but at Master Bai.
So that afternoon the young man brought two people to smash the fortune-telling stall.
Master Bai naturally refused to allow the smashing, and as he tried to stop them, a conflict broke out between the two sides. It was three against one, and they were three young men at that, so Master Bai was naturally beaten badly.
The two were talking about what happened yesterday when a motorcycle stopped in front of Wei Mian.
There were two men in the car, and their faces couldn't be seen because they were wearing helmets. As soon as the car stopped, the vegetable seller stopped talking and her expression became unnatural.
Wei Mian's eyes moved, and he looked at the two people in front of him calmly.
Even though she couldn't see their expressions clearly, she could feel their gazes.
"Yesterday, that con man surnamed Bai was beaten up, and today a little con man shows up? Is this a blatant provocation to us guys?"
A muffled voice sounded through the helmet.
Wei Mian blinked. "If you try, you'll know whether he's a liar or not."
The helmeted man glanced down at the sign in front of her and said, "You're quite arrogant! One thousand for each divination! That's more than that old liar dares to ask for!"
Wei Mian smiled slightly, "There's no way, my strength will tell you that one thousand and one hexagrams are all for poverty alleviation."
"Tsk—you're really arrogant."
The man in the helmet sneered, gave the motorcycle to the person behind him, and got off.
"Then I'll meet you and see if this thousand is really worth it. If you're like that old liar, don't blame me for not being gentle with women!"
Wei Mian raised his eyebrows. Isn’t business coming here?
She raised her hand and gestured for invitation. The man in the helmet took off his helmet, revealing a fairly handsome face, and sat down on the small stool opposite.
"Then just calculate it for me! I don't know what it is, so it's up to you!"
Wei Mian's eyes swept over the man's face, "Birthdate."
The person opposite opened his mouth and said out his eight characters.
Wei Mian lowered his eyes and immediately raised them as he began to calculate. "This is the horoscope of a dead person."
Deng Jun, who was originally lazy, immediately changed his expression and looked at Wei Mian with surprise and doubt.
Wei Mian's expression remained unchanged. He smiled and handed over the Alipay payment code. "One thousand yuan."
Deng Jun transferred the money with an unclear expression, "We'll settle it later!"
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