Fang Gan left the tavern and headed to Master Tan's house.
Without asking around, Fang Gan looked up at the sky. The place with the thickest Yin Qi was Master Tan's house.
As Fang Gan went deeper, the number of people around him decreased, and even the air became colder.
"Oh? It seemed that he had some skills and could already affect the temperature of the environment within a radius of 20 meters!”
He looked up at the mansion across the street. The words Tan Mansion were unusually bright red, like blood. In Fang Gan's eyes, there was a faint blood-red glow.
Above the residence, Yin Qi covered the sky and black clouds rolled. It was noon, but the sun could not shine directly. The resentment was boiling. It must be a very ominous thing.
Fang Gan shook his head as he walked around the Tan Residence." Master Tan is really lucky. He's still alive!"”
However, since you've met me, count yourself lucky!
Yours Truly was definitely not doing it for three thousand dollars!
Fang Gan walked to the front door of the Tan Manor and knocked on it.
After a while, a middle-aged man opened the door and looked at Fang Gan.
"Young master, may I know if you have something important to do at my Tan Manor?”
Fang Gan smiled and said,""I came here to save your master's life!”
The middle-aged butler looked at the young Fang Gan and his eyes were filled with anger.
Just as he was about to close the door, he thought of the ghost incident that had been getting more and more serious in the past few days. He could not help but sigh, opened the door, and invited Fang Gan in.
"Young Master, this way please. Old Master is entertaining the distinguished guests from Mao Mountain. Please wait for a moment in the side hall!”
"Mao Mountain? Which senior brother was it? Or Martial Uncle?"
After leading Fang Gan into the side hall and ordering the servants to serve him tea, the butler shook his head and walked out.
He had probably seen too many fake Taoist priests recently, so he naturally didn't trust a young Taoist priest like Fang Gan. Naturally, he wouldn't be polite.
However, Fang Gan didn't care. After all, he looked very young. No one would believe that he was capable.
Just like in the field of Chinese medicine, it was always the elderly Chinese medicine masters who were more respected. This was common sense and also a saying from experience.
After resting for the time it took to brew a cup of tea, she heard heavy footsteps coming from outside the door.
Not long after, a middle-aged man who was over fifty years old and had a slightly plump figure ran over, panting.
"Young Master, I am Tan Baiwan, the owner of this house!”
Old Master Tan cupped his fists at Fang Gan and said breathlessly.
"Master Tan, you're too polite. I'm Fang Gan, the direct disciple of Mao Mountain. I'm here to save your life!”
Fang Gan said bluntly to Old Master Tan.
Even though he had heard the butler vaguely mention it along the way, Old Master Tan still could not accept such a straightforward method.
However, perhaps he was afraid of the malicious ghosts in the house, so he didn't chase Fang Gan out. However, his face was still a little dark.
"Hmph, where did this brat come from? How dare he pretend to be a Mao Mountain true disciple!”
At this moment, an elderly Taoist with a sage-like demeanor walked in. He must have followed Master Tan all the way here.
After taking a glance at Fang Gan, the old Daoist no longer cared about him. He gently shook off the dust on his hand and looked at Master Tan calmly.
"Since Master Tan has already found someone else, I won't disturb you anymore. Farewell!"”
It had to be said that the old man's tactic of retreating to advance was quite brilliant. Any normal person would choose to believe the old man rather than Fang Gan at first glance, and Master Tan was naturally the same.
He stopped the old Daoist and said sincerely,""Master Zhang, please wait. I didn't invite this person. It's just that one more person is always one more help!”
"Humph!"
Since Master Tan had said so, the old Daoist didn't want to force him too much. He pretended to be magnanimous and said,""In that case, let him watch from the side! At such a young age, he dared to provoke ghosts and gods. How bold!”
Fang Gan had sensed the daoist priest's mana fluctuation when he entered the room. It was not strong, and he estimated that the daoist priest was at the Fifth or Sixth Grade Mortal Teacher Realm.
He was probably a rogue cultivator, but Fang Gan didn't sense any ill intentions from him. At most, when he mentioned money, the other party was a little confused.
Otherwise, Fang Gan could have deposed him for the crime of impersonating a Mao Mountain Taoist.
"That's right, that's right. Heavenly Teacher, this way please!”
"This young master, please!"
Old Master Tan knew how to be a good person. He was not overly enthusiastic, but he also did not neglect Fang Gan. This way, if Fang Gan really had the ability, he would not offend him.
The group arrived at the front yard, where an altar had already been built. At this moment, the old Taoist priest took a step forward and threw the cloth bag behind him onto the altar.
Everyone looked over and saw that the altar was already covered with all kinds of magic tools, from some common talisman papers to peach wood swords, millet, gold coin swords, and even the Emperor Bell!
However, this old monk's Emperor's Bell was far inferior to the one Fang Gan was carrying. The spiritual energy around it was weak, and its color was dull. It was only about three inches in size.
This was probably all the wealth that the old Daoist had accumulated over the past few decades. From this, one could see the difference between itinerant cultivators and disciples of famous sects.
On this trip, the Sect Leader had given him more than ten purple talismans. His master had given him three silver talismans as well. As for the yellow talismans, Fang Gan did not need them at all.
To put it this way, almost all the talismans circulating in the market were yellow. Purple talismans had not been seen for several years.
A purple talisman could easily kill an ordinary malicious ghost, while a silver talisman could even severely injure an ordinary ghost general!
Of course, with such a powerful effect, it was naturally very difficult to make it. Purple talismans could only be drawn by top-grade Earth Masters, while silver talismans could only be made by Heavenly Masters.
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