After time travel, I got rich by catching ghosts and selling talismans

"You are unhappy." After a while, Cen Yuan said in a low voice.

Grandmaster Wuxuan, who was looking down at his mobile phone and counting his account balance, was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head belatedly, his eyes were as beautiful as the bright night starry sky: "?"

Cen Yuan looked at him fixedly.

Wu Xuan slightly hooked his lips, looked away, slowly turned off the phone screen, and put it in his coat pocket: "Actually, it's nothing."

It's just that I don't like dealing with babies and children like this.

Seeing him turn his gaze away, Cen Yuan didn't continue talking, and obediently carried two large black plastic bags, and stood on the side of the road in a down-to-earth manner to accompany Master Wu Xuan to stop a taxi.

On the way back to Qinglin Mountain, among the two bags Cen Yuan was holding, the plastic bag containing the fake Pixiu rice dumplings kept rustling. The driver mastered the steering wheel with astonishing control, but the voice behind It was so trivial and frequent, he finally couldn't help but glanced at the rearview mirror: "Are you bringing pets into the car?"

Grandmaster Wu Xuan was burying his head in folding a small paper flower, and his slender, fair fingers were pointing on the pale yellow talisman paper, looking extraordinarily beautiful.Hearing what the driver said, he glanced at the stupid rice dumpling lightly, secretly poked and kicked it with Jio, and said calmly and seriously to the driver, "No."

The driver master is dubious.

Director Cen Yuan also used his spiritual power to suppress the movement of the plastic bag, and then said very cooperatively: "No."

He was handsome and handsome, but his indifferent appearance gave people a reliable and serious feeling.The driver master glanced at him and nodded: "Okay then."

Continue to drive smoothly.

Grandmaster Wu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

If the driver insists on opening the bag to have a look, then—

As soon as it was opened, a strange thing sprang out...

The picture was so beautiful that Wu Xuan was a little afraid that the driver would cry.

Slowly driving out of the urban area, the driver looked at the convoy of luxury cars that passed by from time to time, and couldn't help but chattered again: "I don't know where the Qinglin Mountain is contracted by some old god, these rich people They run to that place every day..."

"Hey, but that place has really changed a lot. I just rested for a few days and didn't go there. There is actually a magic talisman health club built there..."

"The tickets are very expensive. I can't even afford a ticket for a day of running today..."

"Hey, the two brothers are also going to Qinglin Mountain?" The driver expressed his emotions in his heart, and then suddenly remembered that the destination of the two young people he pulled today seemed to be Qinglin Mountain...

He persuaded earnestly: "Young people have saved money, it is better to pay a down payment. What is worse than having a house? Going to ask the old gods to teach exercises to teach self-cultivation and self-cultivation. Rich people can do such things, we ordinary people still have to keep our feet on the ground... "

Wu·Teaching Dharma·Old Immortal·Xuan: "...Old?"

Driver Master: "Huh?"

Wu Xuan: "...it's fine."

After thinking about it, he said, "There is already a room."

It's still a luxurious and classically decorated large suite on the top of Qinglin Mountain.

Driver Master: "Unexpected! What a young hero!"

Wu Xuan said modestly, "Be polite."

Director Cen: "..."

Probably because there were too many emotions in his heart, after the driver and Wu Xuan started talking, he opened up the chatterbox, talking nonsense from south to north, and said that he had a lot of fun. When the master talks about being brilliant or tantalizing, he can give feedback in a very timely manner——

Although it was just a faint "huh?" or a "huh.", but that is also feedback.

Then the driver talked more happily.

It wasn't until Qinglin Mountain that the fairyland-like offline talisman experience hall could be seen vaguely, the driver stepped on the brakes, and said, "Two little brothers, Qinglin Mountain is here."

Wu Xuan and Cen Yuan got out of the car, and after confirming the car model, the master driver opened the door of the driver's cab, and just got in when someone knocked on the window glass from the outside.

The driver rolled down the window with a puzzled look on his face: "?"

The young man outside the car bent down, through the car door, and stuffed a small, fluffy thing in through the gap in the car window: "I have a destiny with the master, so I will give this little thing to the master to wear."

After finishing speaking, Grandmaster Wu Xuan turned around with a garbage bag in his hand.

Master driver: "..."

what?

The driver looked down and saw that the yellow paper talisman was folded into the shape of a thousand paper cranes. The end of the rune just spread from the crane body to the crane's head, dyeing the yellow paper crane a red head.

Are you still a red-crowned crane? !

The driver was speechless. After thinking about it, he still threw this one into the truck, turned a corner, and drove towards the city.

After driving for a short time, a large swath of fog suddenly appeared around him. The puffing clouds seemed to envelop him and the car under him as if they were alive. Even with high beams on, he could only see the surrounding area range of five meters.

The driver felt a little nervous.

He hit the brakes and slowed down.

However, I don't know how much time has passed, but there is still a vast expanse of white fog around me. The wide road seems to have no end, and it continues to extend into the depths of the dense fog.

The driver became more and more restless, just when he was about to slam on the accelerator to see if he could get through the white mist, a faint red light flashed in the truck, and then a red-headed paper crane Flapping its wings staggeringly, it flew out of the window, shuttling through the dense fog not far or near.

The driver slammed on the brakes in shock and bewilderment.

Seeing that the driver didn't follow, the red-headed paper crane wobbled around and turned around in front of the car.

"Are you... asking me to go with you?" Probably because the current situation was too weird, the driver raised his mouth and started to ask a question to a paper crane.

The red-headed paper crane just circled there.

The driver looked at the white fog, gritted his teeth, and stepped on the accelerator to keep up.

I don't know how long I drove, the thick fog gradually faded, and the driver's eyes suddenly became clear.

He looked around... Why the hell are you still on the same road? !

The red-headed paper crane flashed as the dense fog disappeared, and flew back into the carriage quietly.

Seeing this, the driver took a breath, remembered the two beautiful young men he picked up before, and murmured: "So it's not an old fairy, it's a little fairy..."

The two little fairies who were chanted by the driver were taking the cable car to the top of the mountain.

"The driver just now..." Cen Yuan lowered his eyes.

"There was a mist beast hidden on the way back." Wu Xuan tapped his fingertips on his rounded knees, his eyelashes were long and thick, "He has done a lot of good things, so he sent him an extradition paper crane. "

Of course, I also want to secretly tell the driver that he is not old, really not old at all!

Mahayana monks who are hundreds of years old are still young and tender in their cultivation world.

Wu, a big brother in the Mahayana period, actually usually called the ancestor, Xuan thought without any guilt.

Cen Xiaomei probably didn't know much about the sorting method in the realm of comprehension, so she nodded very silly and sweetly, and gave a low "hmm".

There were obviously people in the small wooden house on the mountainside and the health preservation experience hall at the foot of the mountain. Wu Xuan let go of his spiritual sense to scan it, adjusted the aura content in the hot spring pool slightly, and took Cen Xiaomei to jump out of the cable car go down.

The little paper man and the monkey spirit who just wanted to sneak away and relax felt the familiar atmosphere, and felt the paper monkey skin on their bodies tightened.

However, Wu Xuan saw through their essence at a glance: "...come back."

The little paper man and the monkey spirit froze, then quickly dropped the hoe and the water bottle...

I started to be lazy.

At this point, they are almost like their masters.

Cen Yuan took a thoughtful look at Wu Xuan and the little paper man Hou Zijing, put the two plastic bags in his hands in the trash can in front of the palace gate, went to the kitchen to wash his hands, consciously prepared for His Majesty Wu Xuan. dinner.

The dinner menu was also ordered by Grandmaster Wu Xuan himself, probably because he was tired of eating heavy flavors. The dishes he ordered this time were all small and refreshing. Cen Yuan first brought him a plate of cold cucumbers with a silver pick. A plate of hot and sour, very appetizing.

Fellow Daoist Cen is really a scheming little fairy.Grandmaster Wuxuan ate the special little cucumber and secretly inhaled.

Hiss, a little spicy.

When Cen Yuan brought the big dishes to the table, Wu Xianyu finally couldn't sit still, got up embarrassingly and went to the kitchen, and also helped to start serving the dishes and bowls in a decent manner.

Director Cen silently watched him sneak away with a few dishes carrying some dishes with his spiritual power, then turned around and poured out two bowls of spare rib soup.

Grandmaster Wu Xuan began to eat with the bowl and chopsticks gracefully.

Before he had eaten a few mouthfuls, Director Cen threw a bowl of soup in front of him.

He was obedient, and after glancing at Cen Yuan, he picked up the soup bowl and drank half of it slowly in small sips.

Then he deliberately pushed the soup bowl in front of Cen Yuan to show that he didn't cut corners.

Director Cen took a look, then nodded with a stern face.

Grandmaster Wuxuan continued to picky eaters, picked out even a small soybean that he didn't like from the dish, and put it on an empty plate beside him.

Cen Yuan didn't have such a bad habit like him. After finishing the food in the bowl slowly, he took out his mobile phone and looked at it: "The above replied."

Grandmaster Wuxuan, who was struggling to pick up a piece of ginger from the carrot fried meat, raised his eyes: "?"

Cen Yuan turned on the screen to him: "Myanmar."

"The superiors agreed?" Wu Xuan raised his eyebrows.

"Ah."

Wu Xuan turned his head and thought for a while, put down the chopsticks, and then took out his mobile phone——

With a ding dong, there was an additional message on Cen Yuan's WeChat:

o(*////▽////*)q: Dao Cen is so friendly~

Such an awesome Cen Yuan: "..."

He moved his fingers, and replied as if not to be outdone:

Cen Yuan: Thank you for the compliment.

Wu Xuan: "..."

The two childish ghosts come and go, and finally decide who will wash the dishes happily by throwing dice.

Except that someone shamelessly used spiritual power to interfere with the prediction of modern technology... Except.

It was all very pleasant indeed.

The author has something to say: Brother Xuan:? ? ?Who is shameless? ? ?

Cen Backpacker Yuan: I

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