"Sir, how come you are so convinced by a little Taoist priest from out of town?"
The owner of the warehouse was pulled by the middle-aged accountant, walking non-stop through the streets and alleys, from the warehouse to the Five Emperors Temple.
On the way, he kept complaining that there were many things to deal with in the store.
But the middle-aged accountant was determined and wanted to take the proprietor to see Wang Fu at the Five Emperors Temple.
"Proprietor, the success or failure of this trip is not determined by your and my planning, but by the iron mouth of the little master of the Five Emperors Temple."
"That's all. Let me go with you. After meeting the little Taoist priest, you must go back and help me prepare the caravan."
The two of them soon arrived at the Five Emperors Temple.
In the temple, Wang Fuzheng was talking to a coolie in coarse shorts, "Don't worry, your mother-in-law will definitely give birth to a son."
The coolie laughed happily and took out a handful of copper coins from his arms.
When the proprietor saw this scene, the disdain in his eyes could overflow. If he was shameless, he would even defraud the coolies of their hard-earned money.
He is different from the middle-aged accountant. The other person was born as a scholar. He is a pedantic scholar and has never seen the big world. He can easily be fooled by the tricks of charlatans.
The owner of a warehouse has been struggling all the way from his humble beginnings to his fortune. He has never seen anything like this before.
In his mind, he has identified Wang Fu as a first-class liar.
"Wait a minute!"
Wang Fu spoke up and refused to accept the money from the coolie, "Wait until your mother-in-law gives birth to a son and see if it works. Then I will give you the money."
The coolie went out happily and went home.
The middle-aged accountant couldn't wait and dragged the proprietor into the temple, "Little Master, do you still remember me?"
"Remember!"
Wang Fu thought he had been waiting for you for a long time, so he greeted the two of them, "Sit down."
The owner of the warehouse sat down, and the middle-aged accountant introduced him next to him, "This is my owner."
"Know!"
Wang Fu nodded towards the warehouse proprietor, "What are you asking about this time?"
"Without asking, I would like to apologize to my little master. I was so rude just now."
The middle-aged accountant said sincerely.
Wang Fu raised his hand and waved, "I have the etiquette and I also gave you the money. There is nothing rude about it."
"Little Master, listen to me. I just returned to the warehouse and really verified the results of your calculation."
Hearing this, the owner of the warehouse became curious. He asked someone to manage the relationship and let Shan Chi show his favor. He just told the middle-aged accountant and no one else disclosed it. Could it be...
"Yes, the proprietor has been planning for a long time, and he finally succeeded today."
Wang Fu nodded, "Guizangyi is used here, it's overkill, is there any reason why it's not accurate?"
"Find a way to let the mandrill go?"
The warehouse proprietor's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly stood up and saluted Wang Fu solemnly, "May I ask what you call me, my little master?"
"Little, little Fu'er."
Wang Fu's face turned red. In the final analysis, he was just a Taoist boy who had never started. Outsiders respectfully called him "little master". In fact, he was not even a regular Taoist priest, so he naturally did not have a Taoist title.
"Little Master!"
The owner of the warehouse asked solemnly, "As Mr. said, you calculated it all?"
"good!"
The middle-aged accountant next to him testified on his behalf, "Proprietor, before I returned to the warehouse, I made a special trip to the Five Emperors Temple. This young master divined on the spot and calculated that the solution to the problem facing the warehouse is exactly the same as what you said."
"God man!"
After hearing this, the warehouse owner's doubts were swept away and he became more convinced than the middle-aged accountant.
"Little master, can you help me calculate the results of this trip?"
Wang Fu pretended to do a few calculations, but in fact, he had already done it before the other party came.
"There is no danger, and there is a huge profit!"
Eight characters, which means that danger will eventually be turned into safety and huge profits will be made.
If the middle-aged accountant said 'Thank you for your kind words' last time, this time I believe it.
"Are you surprised?"
The warehouse owner discovered a blind spot, that is, there are still twists and turns?
"Little Master, is there any way to solve this problem?"
Afraid that Wang Fu would not give it, he emphasized, "I am willing to offer thirty taels of silver incense money."
Thirty taels of silver can be converted into more than 50,000 yuan, which is a huge sum of money.
"Let me think about it!"
Wang Fu knew in his heart that the other party just wanted peace of mind. Since they wanted it, he would give it to them.
"I'll give you two talismans that can turn bad luck into good luck."
Wang Fu took the paper, pen and cinnabar, hurriedly wrote two talismans, folded them into a triangle and handed them to the two of them, "Keep them close to your body and do not expose them. Once they get wet, they will be useless."
"Thank you, Master!"
The owner of the warehouse was also unambiguous and asked the middle-aged accountant to go back and collect the money on the spot. After a while, a clerk brought thirty taels of silver to the Five Emperors Temple.
Making money again!
It was getting late after seeing off the warehouse proprietor and the middle-aged accountant.
Wang Fu looked back on today's harvest and found that the dilapidation of the Five Emperors Temple had nothing to do with faith, but the lack of people in charge.
There is no one in the temple, it is just a tourist attraction. If someone is running it, even if you say a few words to enlighten your mind, you can earn considerable incense.
Wang Fu, this is a special situation. Using Guizangyi to tell fortunes is equivalent to using nuclear weapons to swat mosquitoes.
That night, the deaf-mute old man bought a sumptuous dinner, including roast chicken wrapped in lotus leaves, snow-white steamed cakes, and a small jar of rice wine.
"These are all for me?"
The deaf-mute old man brought all the wine, meat and delicacies to Wang Fu, while he turned around and continued to eat the same black porridge.
"you eat!"
Wang Fu sighed and put the roasted chicken, rice wine and steamed cakes into the deaf-mute old man's bowl.
"I won't be able to eat for a while!"
Wang Fu looked outside the temple and sighed meaningfully.
…
"Mom, do you want to start casting spells?"
In the big house of the Wu family, Wu Tiezhu was pacing back and forth, extremely impatient.
Mrs. Wu was sitting cross-legged on a large black jar. There were sounds of living creatures climbing and squirming in the jar. She opened her eyes and shook her head.
"What kind of magic should we use? People are guarding us."
Wu Tiezhu's eyes widened, "I clearly saw the deaf-mute old man from the Five Emperors Temple returning with roast chicken and rice wine. Counting the time, the wine and meat have been eaten. Mother, you can do it."
"But he didn't eat meat or wine, not even steamed cakes."
The secret hand in the food was done by Mrs. Wu herself. She still didn’t know who ended up eating it?
"Does the little Taoist priest not want to eat?"
Mrs. Wu guessed, "Maybe there is dry food? But how many days can he last?"
No matter how powerful the little Taoist priest is, he is still a mortal. No matter how much dry food he carries, there will be a time when it will be exhausted. At that time, he can be killed easily even without poison.
…
In the Five Emperors Temple!
Wang Fu sat cross-legged, with the secret book spread out in front of him, and he was turning to the page of 'Bigu'.
The long nights are long, sleeping is secondary, practice is the main business.
The mother and son of the Wu family have witchcraft skills, as is the case with Zhang Laosan's family. In this case, he cannot touch anything in the town.
There is not much dry food on the body, so the only way to reduce body consumption and the need for food is to use the 'big grain technique'.
The Turtle Breathing Technique is an excellent configuration for practicing Big Valley Technique. After all, turtles can sleep in spring, summer, autumn and winter, unlike other animals that only hibernate.
"let's start!"
Wang Fu's breathing gradually slowed down, and his practice began to get better.