Chapter 658: Persuasion



Chapter 658: Persuasion

Meng Jingzhou felt that he had done a lot of good things. Although he came from a poor family and was forced to go along with the Meng family, he ran away from home early and severed ties with the Meng family.

After arriving at the Wendao Sect, he devoted himself to cultivation, so as to avoid being found by his father and hung up and beaten one day.

Is it the result of fooling around with Lu Yang every day? That's not right, then how come Lu Yang has such a deep affinity with immortals that he can receive personal instruction from the immortal fairy?

Miao Shan blinked, her face full of smiles: "How much do you want, little monk?"

"Ten taels of silver."

"Give."

Miao Shan did not hesitate, took out a silver ingot from her sleeve and slapped it on the table.

Shi Chan identified the authenticity of the silver ingot, then turned around and asked, "Two brothers, the female donor has a request, who of you is willing to donate?"

Meng Jingzhou: “…”

Lu Yang: “…”

This time it was Miao Shan's turn to be stunned: "Wait, isn't it you, the little monk?"

Shi Chan put his hands together, his expression solemn, and said seriously: "Donor Miaoshan, how can I, a monk, do such a thing?"

Miao Shan had a strange expression on her face. Judging from your behavior last night, you don’t look like a monk.

"What happened in Chunxiang Tower yesterday was just that I failed to withstand the test."

"Then I won't ask for a child, okay?"

"Can."

Shi Chan returned the silver ingot to Miao Shan.

"After a few days, when I have saved enough money, I will go to Chunxiang Tower again to hone my mind."

Miao Shan's expression improved.

Shi Chan sent away two consecutive customers that came to his door. Half an hour later, the third customer arrived.

"Master, you can exorcise evil spirits here, right?" The middle-aged man found Shi Chan with a sad expression on his face, and it was obvious that he was troubled. Fraudulent fortune tellers love to deceive people like this the most. As long as they say some ambiguous words, the middle-aged man will be deceived and believe that the other person is a real master.

"Yes, may I ask if you want to exorcise evil spirits? According to my observation, there is no evil spirit invading your body, but you just have something on your mind that causes panic and sweating."

Shi Chan poured the tea, and in the teapot was the meditation tea brewed in the Hanging Temple.

"The tea is free, please drink it."

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

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

"What happened to your daughter?"

"My daughter went out one day and met a boy who lived two blocks away from our home. From then on, she couldn't stop falling in love with him. She fell in love with him at first sight and said that this was destined to be a relationship and she loved him wholeheartedly."

"I don't agree with this marriage, and she's on a hunger strike. She hasn't eaten for three consecutive days!"

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

"Donor, breaking up couples is not a good deed. I will not do such a thing for money. It will damage my virtue."

"And there have been many examples of love at first sight since ancient times, and there are many of them."

"But it is not appropriate to go on a hunger strike and cause someone's death. I can try to persuade your daughter."

“That’s great.”

Shi Chan packed up his stall, 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 was named Zhong Ming. His family was in the medicinal materials business. His wife died early, and he raised his daughter alone. The daughter was named Zhong Qing'er, and the boy was named Kang Wei.

He bought a 300-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in the morning. Coincidentally, the owner of the Ganoderma lucidum was a female monk in the Qi training stage. He asked the female monk if there was any expert who could help his daughter if she was possessed by evil spirits. The female monk recommended Shi Chan, whom he met in the hotel last night.

"So it was Miss Fuling who introduced him." Lu Yang thought to himself that it was no wonder that Zhong Ming asked Shi Chan right away if he could exorcise evil spirits, without even suspecting that he was a liar.

The house is not small, with three entrances and exits, and the family also hired several servants.

Zhong Ming brought the three of them to Zhong Qing'er's boudoir. On the floor were cold meals and grilled skewers.

"This is my daughter's boudoir. Uh, Master, as a monk, can you enter the boudoir?"

"Of course." Shi Chan pushed the door open and walked into the boudoir with confidence.

This is a very ordinary boudoir. In the middle is a round tea table, a burnt candle, and some miscellaneous books. Bronze mirrors, rouge, makeup and other items are placed against the wall.

Zhong Qing'er was lying on the bed, her face pale from hunger. She saw her father come in with a monk and two unknown people, and she said with her dying breath:

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

"Girl, I am here to persuade you to eat some food. If you choose to starve to death, I also provide salvation services, but the price is a little higher than persuading you."

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

"I am quite good at praying for the souls of dead. I have worked in a slaughterhouse for more than a year. I have killed countless animals, and I prayed for the souls of all of them."

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

Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou tried hard to look solemn, like the left and right protectors of Shi Chan.

Zhong Qinger: “…”

"I am not good at talking. I don't have the eloquence of the silent Taoist. It is difficult for me to persuade you successfully. However, I have the fasting pills. I can force the girl to eat them."

"If the girl doesn't want to, I can also throw you out of the house and onto the street. No one will care about your safety then. Without the support of your family, you will naturally be willing to eat."

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

Zhong Ming was also shocked. The master looked kind, but his methods were not kind at all.

Zhong Qing'er was frightened by Shi Chan so much that tears welled up in her eyes. Was it a monk or a butcher that her father had called for?

"I, I'll eat."

She was just trying to scare her father so that he wouldn't actually starve himself to death.

"Can I have some kebabs from the BBQ again?"

"No, you haven't eaten for three days. Overeating may endanger your life. You should mainly eat light food."

Shi Chan turned to Zhong Ming and said, "Please make me a bowl of porridge."

Zhong Ming was surprised at first, as he didn't expect his daughter to agree to eat so quickly. Then he was overjoyed and went out to cook for himself.

After a while, Zhong Qing'er drank the porridge in small sips with a spoon.

"Thanks to you, Master. I wonder how much money you would like to charge for the incense?"

Shi Chan shook his head: "We can't leave yet. Your daughter is indeed possessed by evil spirits. There is a very faint fluctuation of magic power on her body."

Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou nodded secretly. They also realized this. It was obvious that Zhong Qing'er had been cast under a spell and became like this.

I just don’t know what kind of spell is cast, or in other words, what kind of spell can make someone fall in love with someone?

"She's been hit by a dream spell." The Immortal Fairy saw through the spell cast on Zhong Qing'er at a glance.

"Dream magic?"

"It is a spell that can make people dream. The content of the dream is controlled by the caster. Do you remember my Huangliang pillow? It is similar to that one, but it is far less advanced than my pillow."

(End of this chapter)


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