Mao Shanming waved his hand in disbelief, but his face was full of righteousness and anger, and he said:
"Exceptor Tan, you are right. Most of the people in our profession are swindlers and charlatans. Nine out of ten Taoist priests and monks are liars, ruining the reputation of our Taoist sect!
However, I, Mao Shanming, pat my chest and promise that Pindao is the tenth one, that is, the Taoist priest with real ability.
As long as Mr. Tan pays a reasonable price, the ghosts in Tan's house disturbing the people will be taken care of by Pindao!"
Tan Baiwan looked at Mao Shanming's stern look, saying that he was really powerful, but would he believe it simply based on a few words?
It's obviously impossible.
Tan Baiwan took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket, rubbed them in his hands, and then asked:
"Then how much does the Taoist think is appropriate?"
Mao Shanming stared at the banknotes. The smallest denomination on it was fifty taels. It was worth it to his eyes. This trip was really going to make a big profit and kill a big business!
Mao Shanming swallowed, then forced himself to pretend to be a master, and said calmly:
"Pindao is a foreigner, and money is an external thing. But since Mr. Tan is so sincere, I will give you three to five hundred..."
Before Mao Shanming said the last word "liang", Tan Wanwan's mouth twitched. He was really an idiot. He wanted money before he even finished the work. He wanted to pay back three to five hundred taels. It was just a dream!
Tan Wanwan has also lived in the world for most of his life. His money is not brought by strong winds, so he gives it away for free. He thinks too much.
He smiled and interrupted without leaving a trace. At the same time, he took out a small red envelope from the middle of the banknote, handed it out, and said with a smile:
"The Taoist Master is an expert, so being petty and careless is disrespectful."
For a moment, Mao Shanming's face froze. He was embarrassed. Isn't the contrast between the front and back a bit too great? Or was it too much to pretend to be a master just now? He was just being polite. How about not playing it like this!
However, in line with the idea that if you have money, you will never make it in vain. Mao Shanming still took the small red envelope and touched the money in the red envelope. He felt clearly that it was a silver dollar, which was better than nothing.
At the same time, Mao Shanming was groaning in his heart. He had such a large amount of banknotes in his hand, and finally gave him a silver dollar. It was so stingy. Wait, you will spit out all the money later!
Mao Shanming shook his head, feeling very dissatisfied. However, since he had taken the money, he still had to do things. In the process of doing things, he could earn extra banknotes.
As for how to make money, Mao Shanming had countless plans in his mind, which were too easy. Moreover, he didn't believe that there was really something wrong with Tan House, but he was just trying to scare himself.
But it doesn't matter, Tan's house has no ghosts, but he has raised two little ghosts to scare him, and then swindle more banknotes from the stingy Tan Wanwan, which is the key!
Xu Ce, who was standing aside and watching this scene, snickered secretly. This Mao Shanming must be extremely depressed.
At this time, Mao Shanming gave a loud "drink", straightened his yellow robe, held a mahogany sword in his hand, and stood in front of the altar, mumbling incessantly.
"Courts first, then soldiers. Listen carefully, kid. I'm Mao Shanming, and I've been entrusted by Taishan Zhen Tan Wanwan to clean up the house!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mao Shanming fiercely pressed down on a copper needle on the altar. The copper coin pressed on the needle flew up with a clang, then fell from the sky and penetrated directly into the hole in the middle of the copper needle.
Xu Ce looked at it carefully. He didn't know whether Mao Shanming's tricks were useful, but they did look awesome.
Mao Shanming continued to shout seriously:
"The Optimus Pillar wears money, and the magic talisman controls the home!"
A yellow talisman was in Mao Shanming's hand. He flicked his hand and flew out.
The yellow talisman was accurately nailed to the door beam of the back room, but the matter was not over yet. If you want to make money, the most critical performance is about to take place.
"The tonic of the world, the Fengfeng Umbrella!
The treasure of the underworld, the oil-paper umbrella! I give it to you!"
Mao Shanming took out the two halves of the mountain placed on the altar, removed the string tied to the umbrella, and threw it into the hall of the back room of Tan's house.
At this time, Xu Ce's eyes narrowed slightly. He had opened his Dharma Eyes. Just now, he saw slight traces of movement on the two umbrellas, and he quickly figured it out.
If your guess is correct, the two little ghosts raised by Mao Shanming, Dabao and Xiaobao, are in the umbrella.
And he had only one purpose for doing this, that is, to release Dabao and Xiaobao and treat them as ghosts in Tan Zhai's house. Then he took in his two little ghosts, who were originally his own people, to cooperate, too.
Relaxed.
Xu Ce had already seen through what Mao Shanming was going to do next, but he didn't say anything and continued to act like a crowd-pleaser. Now Mao Shanming's role was actually quite large and he could waste time.
"...47 minutes and 22 seconds, 47 minutes and 21 seconds, 47 minutes and 20 seconds..."
It's still early for the sign-in countdown to end.
Mao Shanming was a perfect actor. Holding a mahogany sword in one hand, he stared at the back room sternly and scolded:
"Hmph! I've burned the paper money, and I've said all my good words. If you don't admit your mistake, I'll beat you and make it hard for you!"
At this moment, an unexpected "click-click" sound suddenly sounded, and the doors and windows in the back room that were originally open closed in a neat and orderly manner.
Everyone in the Tan family was so frightened that they took a step back and looked at the back room with the doors and windows closed in great horror.
There were only two people at the scene who were not frightened. One was Mao Shanming and the other was Xu Ce. Xu Ce could see clearly that the two little ghosts, Dabao and Xiaobao, looked like they were having a hard time closing the doors and closing the windows just now.
And this move really had a good effect.
Mao Shanming glanced back quietly, humming in his heart, Tan is stingy, let's see if you dare to continue being stingy!
Suddenly, the closed door suddenly opened!
Swish, swish, random objects were thrown outside, including two small umbrellas and some ornaments from the back room, flying and smashing randomly.
Everyone in the Tan family was so frightened that they ran away.
Mao Shanming, however, stood unmoved in front of the altar. He held a mahogany sword sanctimoniously, pointed at the open door, and said sternly:
"You don't know how to appreciate someone! You're looking for death!"
Then, the talented performer cast a spell on a cup of glutinous rice on the altar, and the glutinous rice immediately started to beat, which was very magical.
It has to be said that although Mao Shanming is a half-baked Taoist priest, he does know some magic. If he doesn't meet a really powerful ghost, what he has learned is really no problem in fooling ordinary people.
After the spell was cast, Mao Shanming picked up a nearby copper bowl soaked in willow leaves and sprinkled water on everyone in the Tan family, including Xu Ce.
This method is a relatively common eye-opening spell in Maoshan Dharma, which allows ordinary people to see ghosts.