Chapter Fourteen: Ten Thousand for a Card, and I'll Thr

host had disheveled hair and an anxious expression, her hands waving frantically as if trying to ask him something.Xiao Jing was patient and let her go slowly. He couldn't understand what she was writ...Yang Fan first went to find a shop selling talisman paper to buy some new yellow paper, as well as brushes and ink.

The shopkeeper, a man in his fifties named Sun Zheng, saw her buying these things and enthusiastically asked, "Young lady, are you going to paint these yourself"

Yang Fan nodded, placing the yellow paper, brush, and ink he had chosen together. "How much are these all together"

"You're missing something," Sun Zheng turned and took a beautifully packaged box from the shelf behind him. "How can you draw talismans without vermilion"

Influenced by the culture of Sanqing Palace Taoism, many people have a dream of having a master, so often people come to the store to buy talisman paper, brushes, ink, cinnabar, etc., and go back to draw talismans themselves.

Whenever those people came to buy things, Sun Zheng would strongly recommend this cinnabar, swindling them into using this top-grade cinnabar to greatly increase the success rate of talismans.

Basically, everyone who comes to this shop to buy these things will be tricked by Sun Zheng like this, and they will end up spending money on a watch that looks like it's made of high-quality cinnabar, but actually contains ordinary red paint.

"Little girl, drawing talismans definitely requires cinnabar," Sun Zheng also treated Yang Fan as someone who didn't understand the way things worked and tried to deceive him. "This is my newly acquired top-grade cinnabar. Would you like me to get you a box to take back"

"No, thanks. These are enough for me."

She can draw talismans without needing paper and pen. She doesn't need yellow paper and a brush; she can also draw talismans with other pens and paper. Buying brushes and yellow paper is just to make herself look more professional, and because people can take the drawings on paper away.

Sun Zheng continued to deceive, "Little girl, you don't understand, talismans must be drawn with cinnabar for them to work. Otherwise, no matter how you draw them, they won't succeed."

“Look, I drew this talisman with cinnabar. Isn't it beautiful”

He pulled out a painted talisman from a box in the side cabinet, "This exorcism talisman was drawn by me using this cinnabar. Feel it, can you feel the spiritual energy on the talisman"

"You can't feel it," Yang Fan said expressionlessly, piercing the truth. "You used red ink, not real cinnabar."

"As for crimson ink, this is simply painted with cinnabar."

Faced with her public accusation, Sun Zheng's expression darkened. "You don't understand, this is an amulet for calming the soul drawn by a Daoist priest from Sanqing Palace."

"This is a genuine talismans, worth hundreds of thousands."

Even though he was selling counterfeit goods, she didn't want to get involved.

Hearing him call out the name of Sanqing Palace to swindle people, Yang Fan immediately became displeased.

"You call this a genuine symbol Then what would you call mine"

She picked up a brush from the table next to her, took out a yellow piece of paper and drew talismans on it.

Sun Zheng saw her movements and let out a dismissive snort, but the next second, his eyes widened suddenly.

He stared in shock at the movements Yang Fan was making with his hands.

Only seeing Yang Fan's brushstrokes with a golden light, a few strokes were enough to paint a true calming talisman. As the last stroke was finished, the yellow paper flashed with gold before quickly returning to normal.

Yang Fan put the talisman she drew next to Sun Zheng's talisman and asked him, "Which one is real and which one is fake"

Sun Zheng suddenly came to his senses and carefully picked up the talisman Yang Fan had drawn. The moment he held the talisman paper in his hand, he felt a difference. The runes on the paper were vibrant and alive, with a faint golden glow.

This is really a match!

Just like that, he could casually draw a symbol of such high quality! He's met a true master!

Sun Zheng's attitude immediately underwent a 180-degree transformation, his tone becoming fawning. "I apologize, Master, it was my ignorance that blinded me. Please forgive me."

Yang Fan single-handedly propped himself up on the counter, taking back the talisman from Sun Zheng's hand. He was a little reluctant to let go, staring longingly at the talisman in her hand.

This talisman is many times better than those he hides away.

"Didn't you just say that drawing talismans requires the finest cinnabar from your family" Yang Fan smiled ambiguously, and said sarcastically, "This one is still a genuine talisman drawn by a Taoist priest from the Three Purities Palace."

How could he have known he would meet a real master If he had known Yang Fan was a true master, he definitely wouldn't have taken out these things to embarrass himself.

Sun Zheng awkwardly laughed twice, silently took back the box of fake cinnabar and the fake talisman, and quickly changed the subject. "Master, do you sell these talismans"

“You want this talisman from me,” Yang Fan waved the talisman paper in front of Sun Zheng’s eyes, and the latter's eyes involuntarily followed her movements.

Sun Zheng nodded eagerly, his eyes gleaming. "I want to buy this amulet from you. I wonder if you're willing to sell it"

Such high-quality figures sold would definitely make a big profit.

"I'm willing to sell it, but it depends on how much you're willing to pay."

Just so, her purpose in coming was to make money, whether by selling talismans or fortune-telling.

Sun Zheng tentatively asked, "Five thousand yuan, what do you think"

"Five thousand yuan" Yang Fan smiled playfully, but his smile didn't reach his eyes. "Are you treating me like a beggar"

You know, her talismans were once incredibly rare and valuable. This person offered only five thousand dollars and thought they could take advantage of her.

Sun Zheng's face stiffened for a moment, he steadied himself, "Then... ten thousand"

Yang Fan looked at him without speaking, his expression on his face becoming even more indifferent.

When Sun Zhengjian saw her like this, his heart also became serious.

He thought to himself, "Yang Fan is a young woman just one year younger than him. She has such skill. I bet she's been hidden away in some mountain learning all these years, unaware of worldly affairs."

Thinking about buying the charms at a low price from her and then reselling them for a higher price, making a nice profit.

Unexpectedly, the other party wasn't an easy mark. A hint of seriousness appeared in Sun Zheng's eyes.

Then, how much would you say is appropriate

He threw this question to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan stared at him, making him feel a chill down his spine before he slowly opened his mouth and said, "Ten thousand, I'll give you another divination."

Son Zheng was stunned. “What”

Yang Fan said: "You have a daughter, 21 years old this year, studying at university in Shanghai. She's graduating this year, right"

Sun Zheng nodded dumbly.

She's going to teach in a village in the southwest mountains. You tell her not to speak to any woman wearing a red coat on the train, or else your daughter won't be coming back from this trip.

Seeing his daughter's face concave, Yang Fan quickly calculated and found that his daughter would be abducted by human traffickers to a remote mountainous area and eventually die there.

With a deafening boom, Sun Zheng's brain went blank. All the strength in his body seemed to be drained away as he slumped against the cupboard.

His daughter was indeed going to teach in the southwest mountainous region. She was originally supposed to go the day after tomorrow, but just an hour ago, his daughter sent him a message saying that their group had decided to take the train instead of flying and would be leaving tomorrow. She said they wanted to enjoy the scenery along the way.

He will meet a woman in red on the train, with no return. Doesn't that mean his daughter will be sold into slavery

For a moment, all the harrowing experiences of those abducted online flooded his mind.

Sun Zheng's face drained of all color, and he looked at Yang Fan as if grasping at a lifeline. "Master, please save my daughter!"t reaches their account, there's only 100,000 yuan left.He only had five million in his Heavenly Bank account yesterday, it must have been his parents and sister who burned money for him.First, use th...