My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 25 Cyber ​​Fake Taoist

Chen Xiaomiao's stomach was churning violently, and without asking any more questions, she turned around and rushed into the cubicle.

After resolving this major life event, I walked out feeling relieved, only to find the female Taoist priest still standing in front of the washbasin.

She held a small box, about the size of her palm, dipped it in white powder, patted it onto her face, and then picked up a thin brush to poke and dab at her eyebrows and eyes.

Chen Xiaomiao stared blankly, her mind filled with doubt.

Those who cultivate the Tao must have a clear mind and abstain from pretense. Why should they apply makeup?
However, this female Daoist is indeed quite good-looking.

She was tall and slender, with willow-leaf eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a high nose bridge, bright red lips, and fair and radiant skin—a classic beauty from northern China.

Although Chen Xiaomiao was puzzled, it was always a pleasure to run into a fellow traveler when traveling.

She stepped forward, bowed, and said, "May the Heavenly Venerable grant you boundless blessings. Greetings, fellow Daoist."

The woman was intently drawing her eyebrows when the sudden sound startled her, causing her hand to tremble and the eyebrow pencil to draw a long black line at the corner of her eye.

"oops!"

She gasped and hurriedly turned her head, only to be stunned to see Chen Xiaomiao dressed in ordinary clothes but performing standard Taoist rituals.

"Ah? Oh... Blessings... May you have boundless blessings!"

Qu Zi realized what was happening and quickly followed suit, hastily cupping her hands in a respectful gesture.

Her online name is "Xuanweizi". She is a recently popular "Taoist" internet celebrity with more than eight million followers.

Chen Xiaomiao pressed on, "I am from Qizhen Temple in Yuzhou. May I ask where your immortal mountain is, and what your temple is called?"

Qu Zi looked embarrassed. What was this about Qizhen Temple or Qijia Temple...?

She only received two days of training at the Taoist temple; it was purely a persona created for her by an MCN agency.

"Um... I... I have something urgent to attend to, I have to go now!"

She didn't even bother to wipe the eyebrow pencil marks off her face. She hurriedly stuffed the makeup box back into her bag and practically fled.

"Hey! Why is this girl so strange? Why is she acting like she's seen a ghost when she asks about the mountain gate?"

Chen Xiaomiao scratched her head in confusion, but didn't think much of it. After washing her hands, she went out to find Lu Yuan.

The two met up, and Chen Xiaomiao brought up what had just happened: "Lu Yuan, I just ran into a girl in a Taoist robe in the outhouse. She looked quite impressive. I thought we were both Taoists, so I went up to greet her, but she seemed a bit strange..."

Lu Yuan asked curiously, "What's strange about it?"

"She didn't have that pure and innocent air about her; instead, she seemed a bit slick."

Chen Xiaomiao analyzed in a serious tone: "My master said that Taoist cultivation emphasizes 'true cultivation is introspective, false adornment is outwardly displayed,' but the way she puts on her face is no different from those young women down the mountain who want to make themselves look better so they can get married!"

As they talked, they arrived at the central square of the business district.

The square was bustling with noise and filled with deafening music.

A quaint and trendy restaurant is holding its grand opening celebration, and has invited several internet celebrities to set up tables at the entrance to liven up the atmosphere.

Chen Xiaomiao tiptoed and peeked inside. Qu Zi was standing on the stage, holding a whisk and smiling.

"Lu Yuan, look, it's her! What's she doing on stage?"

"Making money."

Lu Yuan noticed Qu Zi's information on the notice board, so he simply opened his phone, found her related account, and handed it to Chen Xiaomiao: "She's a popular online Taoist priest, and she's quite famous lately. The shop invited her over."

"Is making money about helping people with feng shui?"

In Chen Xiaomiao's simple understanding, Taoist priests make a living by their skills, which are nothing more than performing rituals, consulting feng shui, and healing the sick.

"Hmm... almost."

Lu Yuan couldn't offer much explanation.

The concepts of "internet celebrity economy," "traffic monetization," and "persona marketing" were too advanced for Chen Xiaomiao.

Chen Xiaomiao said "Oh," but she felt that this matter was not quite the same as her understanding of "feng shui".

But out of professional habit, she subconsciously held her breath and began to carefully examine the restaurant.

It was fine if she hadn't looked, but what she saw shocked her; Chen Xiaomiao's face changed drastically.

"Lu Yuan! This..."

She instinctively grabbed Lu Yuan's arm, eager to say something.

"Ouch... Little Miao, don't run around!"

Lu Yuan felt another wave of churning pain in his stomach, and sprinted back to the mall's restroom at top speed.

After waiting for a while, as the event drew to a close, Qu Zi stepped off the stage and headed to the rest area.

Seeing this, Chen Xiaomiao pushed through the crowd and jogged after him. "Fellow Daoist, please wait!"

Outside the rest area, Chen Xiaomiao took a big step and blocked Qu Zi's way.

When Qu Zi saw it was her, her heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to remain calm and asked, "Fellow Daoist, is there something you need?"

"Didn't you notice?"

"What...what did you see?"

Qu Zi felt uneasy after being asked by Chen Xiaomiao.

"The shop's entrance is 'White Tiger Swallowing the Mouth,' and the screen wall inside faces a draft directly through the house. This is a 'Piercing Heart Sha' formation that will ruin your wealth! It will not only ruin your finances but also harm your family members!"

Chen Xiaomiao's tone grew increasingly urgent: "You're doing feng shui for people, why don't you explain things clearly before letting the shops open?"

In her view, this kind of feng shui formation is very basic and can be understood by simply flipping through a couple of pages of a feng shui book.

As long as it's a legitimate Taoist priest, even if their Taoist skills are shallow, they can still discern the general idea.

Qu Zi was completely dumbfounded.

Either the girl in front of you is a crazy person who's become obsessed with reading novels.

Either the imposter ran into the real deal.

"Well, you..."

Qu Zi was about to ask a few questions when Lu Yuan suddenly returned and grabbed Chen Xiaomiao's arm.

"Little Miao, let's go!"

Lu Yuan didn't want Chen Xiaomiao to get involved with a cyber-fake Taoist priest.

Qu Zi stared in the direction where the two had disappeared, patted her chest with lingering fear, and let out a long breath.

"That scared me to death... Where did this idiot come from..."

The fear gradually subsided, replaced by a sense of absurdity and indifference.

In the 21st century, anyone who believes this kind of thing is an idiot!
As soon as Qu Zi turned around, a "fool" walked over with a grin.

"Teacher Xuanweizi, thank you for your hard work!"

Restaurant owner Qi proactively handed over a small red envelope: "Excuse me, if I may ask, are any of your seniors available recently? I'd like to invite one of them to my home for a visit..."

Qu Zi's heart suddenly raced. Why did Boss Qi invite the Taoist priest?
She suddenly remembered what Chen Xiaomiao had said earlier and tentatively asked, "Boss Qi, has anyone in your family been having health problems lately?"

Boss Qi asked in surprise, "Teacher, how did you know?"

"Mr. Qi, please tell me about the situation first."

"To be honest, my youngest daughter has been having recurring high fevers lately. We've taken her to the hospital for a thorough checkup, but they only say it's a problem with her immune system."

But my mother is used to feudal superstitions and insists that the child has offended something unclean, and that I must find a master to take a look.

That's why I wanted to invite a master back home. Whether it works or not, at least it will put my mother's mind at ease.

Qu Zi's heart started pounding wildly again.

She quickly composed herself and began to put on airs, repeating Chen Xiaomiao's words.

"Mr. Qi, I'm not exaggerating. Actually, I've been looking for an opportunity to tell you from the beginning that your store's layout violates a major feng shui taboo..."

The boss frowned upon hearing this, but said nothing more. He nodded, signaling Qu Zi to wait a moment, then turned and left to make a phone call.

A few minutes later, Boss Qi returned to the rest area and bowed repeatedly to Qu Zi.

"Thank you for the reminder, Master Xuanweizi! I just asked someone to investigate, and it turns out that the guy who did my renovation is actually the nephew of my mortal enemy from when I was young. He read a few lousy feng shui books and is deliberately trying to harm me."

Boss Qi pulled out a large red envelope from his pocket and handed it over: "It's my fault for being blind. I will immediately close this shop and renovate it. Once an auspicious day is chosen, I hope you can grace me with your presence and give me your opinion again!"

It's not that Mr. Qi is a big believer in feng shui, but whether it's true or not, it's always good to have something auspicious.

He wouldn't feel at ease unless he thoroughly inspected his enemy's renovations, inside and out.

Qu Zi smiled awkwardly, made some feigned refusals, and finally accepted the red envelope.

Its substantial thickness means it must be worth at least five figures.

Suddenly, an older model Audi A8 slowly drove past the roadside, its license plate starting with "京" (Beijing) standing out among a bunch of local cars from Jiangcheng.

Qu Zi glanced over casually and saw that Chen Xiaomiao was in the passenger seat.

Her gaze sharpened slightly, and she quickly took out her phone, snapping a picture of the departing car.

(End of this chapter)