Su Chen smiled, took out the little paper man, and nodded the head.
"You are quite perceptive."
The little paper man waved his hands and hugged his index finger tightly.
When Su Chen placed it on his dantian, the little guy immediately put his hands and feet on it and didn't move.
Seeing this, Su Chen closed his eyes.
That golden color is the power of merit, and the Tianshi Mansion has always practiced merit.
As Su Chen exhaled the foul air, this body finally entered the mysterious gate.
He took out the little paper figure, glanced at its head, and saw that its facial features were faintly visible. Su Chen smiled and put it back into his trouser pocket.
Just then, someone patted his shoulder.
Turning around, it was Lin Jingyu.
Yu Dingqiang was also with him.
Su Chen understood: "Something happened to the mage?"
Yu Dingqiang nodded repeatedly, as if afraid of being discovered. He looked around and lowered his voice: "Master, my master seems to have lost his soul due to excessive fear. We found him in the toilet. He was unconscious at the time. When we pinched his Ren Zhong to wake him up, he became crazy and insisted on eating shit~"
The more he talked, the more embarrassed Yu Dingqiang became.
He originally thought that his master was capable, but his abilities became apparent when something really happened.
But... he has been your disciple for five years and has called you master for five years. Although he is resentful and disgusted, he can't just ignore it, right?
After thinking it over, he decided to secretly send the person home with his junior brother. When Lin Jingyu went there, the three of them were pooling money to ask Su Chen for help, but after all they pooled together, they only had about 80 yuan.
Yu Dingqiang gave all the money to Su Chen: "Master, please help Master. Although he is a fake master, he is not a scammer, and his fees are not high..."
Su Chen counted on his fingers and stood up: "Let's go."
Yu Dingqiang was stunned: "...Ah?"
"Since no one is here to calculate today, I'll go take a look."
Eighty is still eighty, enough to buy four pairs of leather shoes.
On the way, Lin Jingyu whispered a few words to Su Chen, talking about the fake wizard.
The fake master was called Cai Zhengqing, a native of Nanshan, Cuicheng. He said that he had learned his skills by osmosis while living near a Taoist temple. People on Chunming Street saw that he performed rituals in a very professional manner, with a kind attitude and low prices, so gradually, they all liked to ask him for help.
"But man, even though this is fake, he seems to be able to see something. Otherwise, why would he yell, huh?"
Su Chen nodded: "Some people are indeed born with the Yin Eye and can see ghosts, but people with extremely low luck can also see them sometimes."
Lin Jingyu understood: "Then he must have bad luck, otherwise how could he be so unlucky as to lose his soul in the toilet?"
Several people came to a simple shed.
When I opened the door, I saw Cai Zhengqing struggling frantically.
Zhang Qiang and Liu Tao were pulling and pressing one another, with sweat on their foreheads.
Hearing the footsteps, the two turned around in fear. Seeing that it was them, they breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother, you are finally back."
Then they all said in unison: "Master, please save Master."
Su Chen looked at the three of them with amusement.
They rebelled so quickly before, and I thought they didn't respect their teachers, but I didn't expect that they were so sincere.
At this time, Cai Zhengqing was no longer restrained by his apprentice and rushed forward: "Delicious, I want delicious, delicious!"
Seeing this, Yu Dingqiang turned around and protected the urine bucket in the corner.
Su Chen was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He slashed at Cai Zhengqing's neck with his hand. Cai Zhengqing's eyes rolled back and his body slowly went limp.
"Master."
Zhang Qiang and Yu Dingqiang stepped forward to support the man and put him on the bed.
Lin Jingyu swallowed hard, watched Su Chen calmly walk forward, and couldn't help but touch his neck.
Su Chen had just officially started practicing. His third eye was still not open, so he could only do divination. After asking about Yu Dingqiang and Cai Zhengqing's horoscopes, he casually picked up a few peanuts on the table, unscrewed them, and threw the peanut shells into the air. When the shells settled, he narrowed his eyes slightly.
Seeing this, Lin Jingyu quietly pulled Yu Dingqiang's arm and said, "Brother, what are you doing? Casting a spell?"
Yu Dingqiang chuckled, then changed his expression: "What the hell do I know!"
Lin Jingyu: “…”
"That's right, you're all fake. You only have elementary school diplomas, right? You've read even less than I have, so there's no way you could know anything."
Yu Dingqiang, Zhang Qiang, Liu Tao: "..."
Show off!
"It's not a lost soul, nor is it a ghost."
Su Chen's voice brought them back to their senses immediately.
Liu Tao hurriedly asked, "Master, why is Master like this?"
Yeah, how could this happen?
Could it be that he has contracted that very fashionable disease mentioned in comic books - mental illness?
It shouldn't be.
A mage is a profession that involves dealing with corpses all year round, so they should be very brave. Even if they really saw a ghost and got scared, it wouldn't cause such a serious mental problem...
Suddenly Su Chen's eyes lit up: "No, there is another possibility."
Yu Dingqiang and Lin Jingyu asked in unison: "What?"
"God descends."
When Su Chen said these two words, his voice was trembling.
This world... actually has gods?
The gods of the world before him had long since vanished into history, so after the ghost energy revived, all the techniques of divine descent were useless. In the end, they had no choice but to use all their skills to form an array and perish together with the Ghost King.
If there were gods, my master, uncles, brothers and fellow disciples would not die.
Thinking of Su Chen, he slowly let out a breath.
Never mind, it's all over.
Since I have been reborn into this world, why should I dwell on the past?
He relaxed physically and mentally, met the astonished gazes of Lin Jingyu and the others, and raised his eyebrows: "Take me to see the restroom where your master was found."
Gods are supposed to be high and mighty. How could the gods of this world appear in such a filthy place as a toilet?
"God descends? Are we asking for gods' help?" Lin Jingyu asked curiously on the way.
Without waiting for Su Chen to answer, he frowned and scratched his forehead.
"That's not right. How can a fake wizard like him summon gods?"
Su Chen shook his head: "When a god places a portion of his divine power on a person, he controls the person's body. This is called a divine descent. Whether it is active or passive, ordinary people cannot resist it."
"Oh, I see. This means Cai Zhengqing is blessed with passive divine power." Lin Jingyu's eyes lit up as he spoke. "Heaven's chosen one! Which deity has chosen him?"
Zhang Qiang, who was accompanying him, curled his lips.
Do you want this chosen one?
Su Chen glanced at Lin Jingyu meaningfully, and the latter was puzzled, then paused.
"wrong!"
"No, no, no."
He looked at Zhang Qiang: "Xiao Qiang, passive, your master must have offended the gods and was punished, right?"
Zhang Qiang was shocked: "...Ah? Then, what should I do?"
Seeing that Su Chen was still moving forward steadily, he hurriedly caught up with him.
"Master, Master, my master is like this, is there no hope for him?"
Su Chen: "I don't know."
Zhang Qiang's face turned bitter, and then he decisively clasped his hands together: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, Sanqing Master, please don't be in any trouble."
"Haha," Lin Jingyu patted his shoulder, "Xiao Qiang, your faith is really pure."
"No matter what, I'll just trust whichever one is useful."
Su Chen curled the corners of his mouth and shook his head helplessly.
About ten minutes later, several people arrived in front of the public toilet.
There was a small stall selling toilet paper at the entrance of the public toilet. Lin Jingyu introduced him: "This is Old Yu, who manages the toilet!"
Then he whispered, "Don't buy this toilet paper. It's 10 cents a piece. It's too expensive."
He paused as he was speaking, because Su Chen didn't respond at all, and his eyes were fixed on Lao Yu.
He looked at Lao Yu suspiciously.
Lao Yu...is there a problem?