Metaphysics crazily criticizes big boss, shocking the country by marrying a vegetative person

Seeing Nan Yira and the others about to leave, the boss chased them out:

"Little girl, I'm really sorry about what happened today, but you can still be so rich. This is my store's gold and diamond card. From now on, whether it's you or your friends, as long as you come to the store with this card, it will be free. .”

How could a hotpot restaurant have a gold and diamond card? This was just an exclusive card that the boss had rushed to the nearby printing shop to make while Nan Yira and the others were eating.

People are so generous and don't ask for compensation from themselves, so they have to show something to feel at ease.

Nan Yiran took the card and glanced at the boss.

With sincere eyes, wide ears, clear outlines, and thick earlobes, he is a kind-hearted person.

"Boss, move the God of Wealth statue in the northeast corner of your house to the north, face south, and face the door. In addition, place a fish tank at the location just after entering the door. The length is preferably more than two meters, and keep two arowanas in it. "

After saying that, Nan Yira left.

The boss didn't react for a while, but he always felt that the little girl was a good person and would not lie to him, so he immediately arranged for the clerk in the store to move the God of Wealth.

I customized a fish tank and two arowanas for my friend who runs an ornamental fish business. I turned on my phone and started learning about arowana breeding.

The boss just did this based on his own feelings, but he didn't know that in just one year, his store would become the number one sour soup goose hotpot restaurant in the imperial capital. People would queue up every day, earning a huge profit. Naturally, there are plenty of them.

Nan Yiran is willing to give advice to the boss. First, the boss is honest and honest, and he is a philanthropic person.

The second is that the boss is affected to some extent due to his own reasons, which can be regarded as a kind of compensation.

In addition, the boss gave her a lifetime free dining card. Although she may not come here to eat often, she must return the favor.

The smashed car had been towed away, and a brand new red Ferrari was parked at the door.

Seeing Fu Lu coming out, Uncle Zhao got off the Ferrari and said, "Young Madam, Master Fu, this is the new car sent by Master. I emphasize that the car is for Young Madam."

Fu Lu:......

Obviously his car was smashed, but the car that grandpa sent was for his sister-in-law. Grandpa must have been too biased.

Nan Yiran took the car keys: "Thank you, Uncle Zhao."

"Young madam, it's okay, I'll go back." Uncle Zhao waved to a car and left.

Nan Yiran threw the car keys to Fu Lu: "Let's go and find someone."

People have been bullied like this, so I can't just ignore it.

Fu Lu, who was complaining about his grandfather's favoritism just a minute ago, quickly got into the car and started the car as if he had been given a shot of blood when he heard this.

"Sister-in-law, are you going to Nan's house?"

"No, go this way." Nan Yira pointed in the completely opposite direction to the Nan family.

When the car stopped, Fu Lu looked at the quiet and elegant alley paved with bluestones with a hint of ancient charm, and there was a trace of confusion on Fu Lu's face.

I have been in the imperial capital for so many years, and I have never known that there is such an alley.

The alley is very quiet. Most of the doors of the shops on both sides are half covered with curtains. There is a faint smell of burning incense in the air.

There are some strange patterns of cloth banners hanging in front of every house. Some look like tarot cards, some have incomprehensible symbols, and some have a huge deer or cow head.

Arriving at a shop with Bagua pictures hung on banners at the door, Nan Yiran knocked on the door.

After a while, the door opened, and a little Taoist boy about ten years old walked out and gave the two people a fist hug: "Good people, do you have an appointment?"

Nan Yiran nodded slightly in return: "No, but we have something urgent to do with the Taoist Priest."

"Sorry, we don't have an appointment. Our Taoist priest doesn't see outsiders." After saying this, the little Taoist boy was about to close the door.

Nan Yiran took out a talisman from his bag and handed it to the little Taoist boy: "Show this talisman to the Taoist Master for a look. If he still doesn't want to see us, don't bother us."

The little Taoist boy looked at the talisman suspiciously, but took it anyway: "Then please wait a moment." He turned around and walked into the house.

In a room that was tightly surrounded by cloth and airtight, dozens of candles emitted yellow light.

Zheng Xiujuan was kneeling on the futon. In front of her was an old Taoist with white hair and a childlike face, holding a whisk in hand and sitting cross-legged on a Zen chair.

"Don't worry, she was lucky last time. She won't be able to escape this time."

"Thank you, Taoist Master. I will definitely give you the balance after I get the money."

At this time, the little Taoist boy opened the door curtain and came in. He respectfully handed over the talisman with both hands: "Master, there is someone outside asking for a meeting. Let me give this to you."

When Chief Tian saw the talisman, his expression changed drastically and he immediately stood up from the chair: "Please come quickly."

Level 3 Sky Thunder Talisman!

Anyone who can draw spells of this level is definitely far more capable than him. I don’t know which immortal master he is.

But no matter who it is, he is definitely not someone he can afford to offend.

Tianyi himself could barely draw a second-level Sky Thunder Talisman even if he tried his best.

When she saw Nan Yiran and Fu Lu entering the door under the leadership of Xiao Daotong, Zheng Xiujuan screamed: "Why is it you! How did you find this!"

Chief Tian looked at Zheng Xiujuan in confusion: "What is this?"

Zheng Xiujuan's face looked a little weird, she walked closer to Tianyi and whispered in his ear: "It's her."

Tian Daochang understood instantly.

Tian Yiyi Chang kept his expression and asked with a pleasant look: "I wonder what you two young friends do to come to Pindao?"

Nan Yilan didn't even look at Zheng Xiujuan, and said calmly to the sky:

"Taoist Master, the people of Xuanmen should save the people of the world, accumulate merits, and become immortals as soon as possible. Instead of using the techniques of metaphysics to control ghosts and harm people. If you do this, aren't you afraid of being punished by God?"

As soon as these words came out, Tian Daochang's face darkened, and all the previous pleasant expressions disappeared: "My little friend, I see that you are still young and I don't care about this nonsense. Please get out."

This kid with a yellow mouth dares to come to question him. He has her birth date, hair, and blood stains. When she leaves, he will take care of her!

"Infant Ghost Technique is made from infants who died under three years old. If you want an infant ghost to be able to travel during the day, you must have eighty-one iron needles stuck in the infant's body while it is still alive. Only after pouring in the secret medicine and ensuring that you will not die for seventy-two hours can you refine it."

"It's not dark yet, you can knock down the billboard and hit my baby ghost. Heaven is long, you are so cruel, you can be so cruel to a three-year-old child!"

Being exposed, Tian Daochang was not angry but smiled: "Haha, you ignorant kid! That's nonsense, Ying'er, see you off!"

"You two, please come this way!" The little Taoist boy stepped forward and made a gesture of invitation.

Nan Yiran found a chair to sit down instead of leaving, and looked at Fu Lu: "It's your turn to work, it's your chance to accumulate merit."

"Ah?!" Fu Lu was confused. He had no idea what he needed to do.

"Ring the requiem bell to draw out the baby ghost."

Requiem bell!

Chief Tian looked at Fu Lu in disbelief.

Impossible, impossible.

The master once told him that the Requiem Bell was a soul-soothing weapon from the underworld. The young man in front of him was just an ordinary person. How could he have a magic weapon from the underworld?

"Okay." Fu Lu immediately pulled the requiem bell from his neck and shook it gently.

"Dingling~"

As the bell rang, a gust of wind blew up in the originally quiet room, and the incense on the incense table was blown away.

A door curtain in the room floated in the wind.

Everyone present faintly heard the child's laughter.