The master of metaphysics is a little kid, change your fate? Give me money!

Chapter 69: The Little Heavenly Master Who Doesn’t Want Money

On the way home, Su Zaizai learned from Hao Qiubai that the Hao family and the Sang family were old friends, but no one knew what had happened to the Sang family in the past two years. They had been unlucky and lost everything they invested in. They had almost lost all their family assets.

They also rarely go out to socialize with others, because whoever they socialize with will suffer the same fate.

Gradually, people in the circle also deliberately avoided the Sang family.

The Sang family was isolated in this way.

Su Zaizai said: "In the future, as long as their family does more good deeds and accumulates more merits, their luck will gradually improve. Although it may not be realized in their generation, it can accumulate blessings for future generations."

Hao Qiubai parked the car in the garage and walked into the house holding his baby daughter.

"Our family is really powerful. We solved all the problems with just one move."

People sleep less as they get older. Mr. Hao was still waiting for them in the living room. When he heard the father and daughter talking and laughing, he asked about what was going on.

"Alas, it turns out that they are haunted by vengeful ghosts. No wonder the Sang family has become like this. However, they have also sought help from many Taoist priests before, but none of them worked."

Almost everyone in the circle knows about this.

Su Zaizai talked about Meng Qian: "He has some skills, but not much. He is OK for dealing with ordinary white ghosts, but he is not good at dealing with vengeful ghosts like this, fierce ghosts, or even ghost kings. I don't know who started their Taoist Association, they are all incompetent."

The three of them chatted for a while and then went back to their rooms to sleep.

Su Zaizai told Su Ci everything that happened today on WeChat.

It’s like having a tree hole where she can complain every day and listen to a lot of her words.

The next day, the Second Knife Association came.

Su Zaizai was blocked in the small road in front of the overpass.

"Little girl, I heard that you are from Fengling Sect?" The person who spoke was older than Meng Qian, with gray hair and beard. In addition to calculation, there was also eye boogers that had not been wiped off.

Su Zaizai introduced himself seriously: "Su Zaizai, the 99th generation leader of Fengling Sect."

Ding Hong swung the whisk in his hand as if to show off: "Fengling Sect is also declining, and they actually want a baby girl like you to be the leader. How about this, considering that your sect was once quite famous, I will reluctantly let you join our association. From now on, you must report to the association every time you take an order, and you must pay the association 50% of the membership fee. If the association has any difficulties, you must help without hesitation."

Su Zaizai suffered from her short stature and had to look up at Ding Hong, but she felt that the difference in momentum was too great, so she simply flew into the air, floating in front of Ding Hong and looking at him at eye level.

This skill alone made these Taoists stunned, and they began to wonder in their hearts whether it was right to come and block this girl today?
Without saying a word, Su Zaizai put on the Fengling Sect's leader's ring, drew a talisman with one hand, and then pointed the ring towards the sky.

In an instant, a totem unique to Fenglingmen appeared in the sky.

This also means an announcement to the world that Fengling Sect has been born.

Su Zaizai asked: "What sect or school do you belong to? Please tell me your name first."

They stammered and couldn't put a word into words.

Su Zaizai pouted, "A group of idiots who founded an association actually dared to act like a fool in front of Fengling Sect, and asked me to give you 50% of the membership fee. Even if I dare to give it to you, do you dare to accept it? The people in your association couldn't even catch a small resentful ghost, and they were so scared that they almost wet their pants. What's going on? Do you want me to join your association and support you all?"

Ding Hong was humiliated and his face turned pale and blue.

"Little girl, if I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know how powerful I am."

Su Zaizai stuck out her tongue at him and said, "Even TV dramas don't dare to use such corny lines anymore, old man, you're out of date."

Ding Hong didn't understand what "out" meant at all, but it was definitely not a good thing.

This little girl is so bad that she actually curses in a foreign language. Let’s see how he will deal with her.
Ding Hong swung the whisk and muttered something. The whisk turned several circles in the air, suddenly became bigger, and waved towards Su Zaizai.

Very powerful.

It looked scary. But the next second.

Su Zaizai gently picked up the whisk and swung it a few times in her hand like a toy.

Ding Hong only has this one decent magic weapon, which he got by chance. He relies on it to keep himself in good shape. If it is broken, he will lose everything.

He stared at Su Zaizai's hand and said, "Little girl, let go."

"Be good and I'll buy you some candy."

"This is not a toy. Give it back to grandpa and I'll buy you something more fun."

The Taoists in the association had never seen their president being so servile, but the problem now was that the president's magic tools had been taken away. How were they going to get back at him?

Su Zaizai smiled obediently, and the next second, she gently pinched the whisk with one hand, and it broke into two pieces.

Forget about Buddhist instruments, no one even wants to use them to wash pots.

Su Zaizai continued, "Your association is too low-level. There is not a single capable fighter. There must be someone supporting you behind the scenes. Change someone next time, otherwise I won't have enough fun."

After saying that, he swept his right hand forward, and all the Taoists were knocked down by a gust of wind. They fell flat on their backs, feeling pain all over their bodies.

"Humph!"

Su Zaizai landed slowly on the ground, turned around, and walked and jumped to the bottom of the overpass.

"Hello, auntie, hello, grandpa." She greeted the auntie who was making hand-pulled pancakes and the grandpa who was making roasted sweet potatoes with a smile.

The two men also liked this little girl who smiled at everyone she met and looked very well-behaved. They chatted with her while helping her set up the stall.

"Yes, have you learned this since you were a child?" asked the aunt who made the hand-pulled pancake.

Su Zaizai nodded: "Master picked me up, raised me, taught me skills, and handed the sect to me, so I must develop my career seriously and expand the sect."

"Oh, poor child, your master has raised you, and this is what you deserve." These are the things that people of Roasted Sweet Potato Grandpa's generation value the most, and he instantly had a better impression of Su Zaizai.

After chatting for a while, two young men came over.

One male and one female.

The woman was holding a mobile phone in her hand, with the camera facing Su Zaizai, as if she was broadcasting live.

The man squatted down and said to Su Zaizai, "Let me tell your fortune."

Su Zaizai directly showed the QR code: "Transfer money."

The man snorted, quite disdainfully, turned around and gave the girl behind him a look, then slowly took out his cell phone and transferred the money.

"Okay? Can we forget about it now?"

Su Zaizai asked: "Do you consider marriage or career?"

The man said casually: "Calculate the marriage fate."

Anyway, they are just here to take advantage of the popularity and gain traffic, so it doesn't matter what.

The girl changed her position to make the picture in the live broadcast room clearer.

The title of their live broadcast today is: The little master who doesn’t want money even though his anti-counterfeiting skills are ineffective.

(End of this chapter)