Urban Celestial Master: Become Invincible by Setting up a Stall and Telling Fortunes

The top heavenly master Ling Xuan failed to escape the tribulation and became a poor boy in the 1990s with only five dollars in his pocket. Faced with a strange world where spiritual energy was exhausted and Taoism was difficult to practice, he tore off old newspapers, waved a piece of chalk and said: "Fortune telling is not allowed for free," and quietly set up a stall on the noisy streets of Wutong City. At first, people just regarded him as a young man with handsome features and a new trick in life. Until the old house next door to his grandmother's house was "haunted" every night, he went in and drank a cup of tea and everything became calm. The anxious businessman who lost his ancestral jade pendant was found by him under a flower pot in his house with a casual finger. The reputation of a living god spreads silently in the streets like water stains. Only Ling Xuan himself knew how slowly the faint golden light of merit that only he could see at his fingertips grew. Dispelling the obsession of wandering ghosts and resolving trivial problems is a drop in the bucket. He guarded the square of plastic sheet under the locust tree, like a dormant fisherman, waiting for the big fish that could really stir up the cause and effect and rekindle the foundation of the road. Finally, a man shrouded in blood and exuding an aura of despair came to the door. The black and red evil energy behind him was churning like boiling porridge, almost swallowing people up. "Master, save my whole family... The price is up to you." Ling Xuan raised his eyes and saw clearly the vicious blood line extending from the opponent's heart and sinking into the depths of the void, as well as the mixed malice faintly coming from the other end of the blood line. Things that are disgusting to win, vicious curses, passive ancestral graves... A carefully woven vicious net is dragging its prey into the abyss. The first "big business"