Chapter 6: Rejection

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Ji Hui finally let out a cold snort after leaving the door of the quiet room, “This group of people are pretending to be gods and playing ghosts, practicing feudal superstitions, and they all want to extort money!”

Ji Yi was also very angry, “I thought I was so noble, but in fact I just want money. Are they worthy of the five million?”

Ji Hui breathed a sigh of relief, and explained: “Forget it, it’s a buyout. We can’t make too much of the loss of our little daughter. As you can see, the old Taoist priest is quite easy to control. But the Taoist nun is hard to say, if she It’s fine if it’s Ji Jing, if she’s not, she’ll go around talking nonsense in the future…”

Ji Hui thought about it for a while, and this is indeed the case.

Ji Hui looked at his phone again, and Ji Ying sent him a message.

[I found that Zizhu Taoist nun. She is playing tricks with farmers in a private house on the mountainside. ]

Ji Hui replied to him.

[You tell her about the confession, and if she disagrees, tell her that the temple master has accepted five million and has already agreed. ]

Ji Ying originally asked the Taoist nun outside the door first, but the Taoist nun reluctantly told him something like “Zizhu is very talented in Taoism” and “very appreciated by the audience”. In order to protect the face of the Taoist temple, he told lies to him, an outsider.

So Ji Ying directly asked where Zizhu was now, and the Taoist said that she had gone to perform errands for a family on the mountainside.

Legal matters? Play tricks.

Ji Ying had no choice but to go down the mountain road to the mountainside.

When he reached the mountainside, he happened to see Zizhu in the second half of doing things for the farmers in the yard.

The family stood by and waited. Ji Ying saw that Zizhu had already set up an altar in their yard, with some incense and paper, and some strange things.

Zizhu took a piece of paper and muttered something.

When Ji Ying arrived, the blessing ceremony was coming to an end, and Zizhu finished soon after, and handed the Baijie Talisman to the family.

“This talisman can help him turn bad luck into good fortune.”

Ji Ying couldn’t understand what Zizhu was doing. She just thought she was mumbling for a while, and then gave a few more yellow papers, and was thanked by the farmer. Zizhu even took out a payment code.

Is the current method of extorting money by Taoist priests so closely following the times?

After Zizhu packed up her things, bid farewell to the family and went out, Ji Ying stepped forward and explained to her why she came.

“No, it’s been more than ten years, and I have no intention of admitting my relatives.” I didn’t expect Zizhu to refuse decisively just after hearing the intention.

“What?” Ji Ying was surprised.

“I don’t want to go, good people please go back.”

Zizhu turned her head and glanced at the man who chased her and said he knew his relatives. Could it be that he didn’t understand people’s words?

Ji Ying understood the meaning of this look very well, and immediately turned black.

“Do you know the Ji family, the richest man in City C? If you are indeed our lost sister, the sky and wealth are waiting for you.” Ji Ying paused, glanced at the new message that popped up on the phone screen, and then said: “More What’s more, your master, the master of Lingyun Temple, has already agreed for you.”

Ji Hui has known for a long time that Ji Jing is only a few months away from turning eighteen. In a legal sense, the temple master is still her guardian. The temple master agreed, even if the girl disagreed, it wouldn’t help.

When Zizhu heard the last sentence, she frowned and said, “I’ll go find him.”

Ji Ying also let her go to look for it. He read Ji Hui’s news, there are five million, and he believed that the temple master knew what to do.

Zizhu soon returned to the temple and entered the quiet room alone. When he saw the old Taoist priest, he knew that what Ji Hui said was true.

She didn’t even knock on the door, and sat directly opposite the old Taoist priest, and said, “Master, I think you have the appearance of a windfall…

The temple master smiled, “The Taoist temple is struggling to make ends meet every year, and has even taken in a new batch of orphans. Every brick, every tile, every meal and every dish is money—”

“That’s enough, that’s enough, I’ll honor your kindness of nurturing you for so many years.” Zizhu rolled her eyes, her master is good at everything else, just a money fan.

“That’s not bad.” The viewer was satisfied.

Zizhu asked: “They really belong to my parents’ family?”

Fortune-telling For fortune-telling, practitioners do it for others, only their own lifeline can never be seen clearly.

The temple master said: “Exactly. When I picked you up from the Qingshui River, they will come to you sixteen years later.”

Zi Zhu said indifferently, “Oh, five million is already counted?”