Asking Immortals: From the Republic of China to Marvel

"Okay, I wonder how much I should pay?" Tan Baiwan asked, rubbing his fingers when Uncle Jiu acquiesced.

"It's not easy to fight ghosts, at least fifty yuan."

"Yes, at least fifty yuan."

Qiu Sheng gestured with his hands, and Wen Cai followed suit.

"This, this, is fifty or fifty, but I must take care of it!"

"no problem."

The three of them discussed it in a few words. After dinner, Uncle Jiu went back to Yizhuang to do some work. Ye Wentian also returned to Yizhuang and practiced boxing and swordsmanship in the yard.

Tai Chi and Baji Quan each have matching sword techniques.Ye Wentian was minding his own business dancing spectacularly in the yard, when Ren Tingting came up to him.

"Brother Wentian, would you like to go shopping with me?"

"Hmm~ Qiusheng and Wencai took an order today, how about we go and see it together?" Ye Wentian really didn't want to go shopping and was bored, so he found an excuse to go to Master Tan's house to watch a play.

"Okay, okay, let's go." Ren Tingting happily pulled Ye Wentian's sleeves and went out.In fact, she didn't just want to go shopping, she just wanted to be with Ye Wentian. It didn't matter where she went.

Not long after, the two arrived at Tan Wanwan's new house. Looking from a distance, they saw a large group of people standing at the door. When they got closer, they found that Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng were confronting another middle-aged man in his forties. .

"I came first, didn't your elders teach you to come first, first served?!"

"So what, we are the disciples of the dojo in this area, and the entire Renjia Town is covered by our Yizhuang."

"Don't make a fuss~ Don't make a fuss... Please don't make a fuss. Why don't you let Master Mao Shanming try first? If it doesn't work, what will happen to you? After all, I have been waiting for a long time."

"..."

In fact, Tan Wanwan had made an appointment with Mao Shanming, who was passing by, and he only needed five yuan. He also had some small thoughts in his heart. If he was a good person, he would definitely not want to spend more on things that could be solved with five yuan. Pay money.

"Okay, let him try first."

Qiu Sheng had no choice but to agree first. He also wanted to see what Mao Shanming was capable of. He was probably just a charlatan.

When everyone was about to go in, they found a man and a woman walking slowly. The woman was wearing blue brocade and satin, with a pretty face and a charming smile. The man is dressed in a gold silk robe, handsome and handsome, with his hands behind his back, just like a handsome young man walking out of a painting.

Everyone present sighed in their hearts, what a talented and beautiful couple.

"Real person, niece of the Ren family." Tan Baiwan bowed his hand.

"Hello, Uncle Tan." Ren Tingting shouted.

"No need to be polite, we just came here to see if we were bored, you guys are busy with your work." After Ye Wentian finished speaking, he also said hello to Qiu Shengwencai, and the group walked into the courtyard.

When Mao Shanming heard the word "Zhenren", which real person did he think of? Where is the real person? Why have you never heard of it? Is he really a real person or is he a charlatan like himself? There was a hint of bad premonition in my heart.

After a while, the altar was set up, and Mao Shanming began to pretend to chant mantras and dance.

"Those who move people to the table are the actions of evil people; those who move people out of bed are the actions of evil spirits..."

While chanting, he turned somersaults, took off his clothes very smoothly, turned it over and put it on to become a Taoist robe, and continued to chant:

"Courtesy first, then soldiers. Listen carefully. I, Mao Shanming, have been entrusted by Tan Wanwan of the Ren family to clean up the family..."

After saying that, he jumped up to the altar, waved his hand, threw out an invalid talisman, and drove a nail into the edge of the door. Ye Wentian kept looking at it with interest, um, not bad, walking in the world. I practiced the moves well.

As I thought about it, I laughed out loud, turned my head and tried hard to hold back the sound.Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng watched Mao Shan Ming Yitong's performance and felt that this person was indeed quite capable.

Ren Tingting saw Ye Wentian next to her holding back her laughter, so she asked in a low voice with some curiosity:

"Brother Wentian, why are you laughing? Did you think of something funny? Tell me."

"Let me tell you, this Mao Shanming is just playing tricks and has no skills at all. He wears a piece of clothing front and back. How can he have such a Taoist robe?

Also, the procedure is wrong. It doesn’t matter if you put up the altar or not. The problem is that you put it up, but you don’t worship the portrait of the founder of the Sanqing Dynasty. But fortunately, you don’t worship the portrait of the founder of the Sanqing Dynasty. Otherwise, he would have jumped to the altar. This behavior on the altar is so disrespectful. If you really want to bow down, you won’t be in trouble for more than half a month, and your teeth will have to be choked to drink water. "

Ye Wentian laughed while talking, thinking that Mao Shanming was too funny. Ren Tingting also laughed after hearing this, but neither of them made too much noise and did not attract attention.

"I paid with paper money and said good things to you. If you don't admit your mistake, I will beat you and make it difficult for you."

Mao Shanming threw the two umbrellas he carried with him into the open room. In fact, the umbrellas were the refuge of the two little ghosts he adopted. He picked up the magic sword and was ready to start performing.

Ye Wentian motioned to Ren Tingting to take a closer look, and the show began immediately. Wencai and Qiu Sheng had also discovered something was wrong. They had never heard of all the spells that Mao Shan Ming recited from Uncle Jiu. It was obvious that this man was a charlatan.

The scene that happened next shocked everyone present. Mao Shanming walked in with a sword, and there appeared two male ghosts, one big and one small, who should be Dabao and Xiaobao, and they fought with Mao Shanming. got up.

They were entangled with each other and fought in a decent manner. I don’t know how many times they rehearsed on weekdays.

At this time, the smallest one rushed out, scaring everyone and running around in the yard. However, this little devil ignored others and only chased Tan Wanwan.

Mao Shanming said immediately:

"The silver note is stuck to its face, and there is cinnabar on the silver note."

"..."

"Is fifty taels posted enough?"

"It's not enough, it's still moving! Five hundred taels are needed."

Master Tan had no choice but to post five hundred taels. At this time, Mao Shanming had already collected the big ghost in the room, and came out to collect the little ghost as well, while quietly taking the five hundred and fifty taels into his arms.

"I promise you won't be moved out of bed by ghosts again."

Tan Baiwan immediately ordered his servants to go in and clean up the house. After thinking about it, he realized something was wrong, so he turned around and asked:

"I don't think it's right. What we saw was a female ghost."

"Ghosts are ever-changing."

Mao Shanming continued to lie, and just then he heard the servants in the house shouting in panic that there was a ghost, and they were all thrown out. Everyone was a little frightened at this time and didn't know what to do.

"Master Mao, why are you leaving before this ghost is collected? It's not too late to leave after collecting it." Ye Wentian said sarcastically.

Mao Shanming also realized that something was wrong. It turned out that there was really a ghost. He was about to run away quietly, but was stopped by Ye Wentian. Mao Shan knew he couldn't get away easily, so he had no choice but to bravely walk into the house.