My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

A middle-aged man with a mustache who was eagerly surrounded by the crowd raised his head and glanced at the short-haired girl who begged him.

After a while, he nodded as if showing mercy, "Okay, it's you."

The short-haired girl widened her eyes in disbelief, her eyes turning red with excitement, "Fan, Master Fanming, is it really me? Did you really choose me?"

The short-haired girl was a little incoherent with excitement, her pale face flushed red.

The people around who were not selected all looked at the short-haired girl with envy on their faces, eager to take her place.

"Yes, please sit down."

Master Fan Ming nodded slightly and made a gesture of invitation, signaling the short-haired girl to sit down.

The short-haired girl sat down happily and nodded like a chicken pecking rice, "Thank you, thank you Master Fanming."

"Okay, first stretch out your hand and let this master see your palmistry!" Master Fanming raised his hand and said.

"Okay master, please take a look." The short-haired girl hurriedly stretched out her hand, palm up.

Master Fan Ming first observed the short-haired girl's palmistry for a while, and then gave the girl a calculation after a while.

"Master Fanming, how is it?" Seeing Master Fanming frowning, the short-haired girl couldn't help but asked nervously in a low voice.

Master Fan Ming sighed slightly, then shook his head again, showing embarrassment, "Your situation belongs to a kind of soul separation, soul separation, which is extremely detrimental to lifespan.

Moreover, if your situation is not resolved as soon as possible, the situation of the soul leaving the body will only get longer and longer, and naturally it will become more serious, which is a bit difficult to handle! "

The short-haired girl was a little confused, but she could hear that her life was in danger.

"Then, what should I do, Master? By the way, no one said before that my situation is similar, Master Fanming, have you helped me solve it?

In my case, Master Fanming, you must have a solution, right? I beg you, Master Fanming, you must help me! I beg you. "

The short-haired girl had red eyes and begged Master Fanming with a choked voice.

She is still young and has a lot of youth, she really doesn't want to die at all!

The people around looked at the red-eyed pleading appearance of the short-haired girl, and couldn't help feeling pitiful.

However, they did not dare to disturb Master Fanming, and waited quietly to see if Master Fanming could solve it.

Master Fan Ming did not immediately agree to the short-haired girl, but after pondering for a long time, he seemed to have made a decision, and sighed a little reluctantly.

"Forget it, since you meet it, you have a fate. It is said that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Although the things this master treasures are precious, they are not as valuable as a life."

Having said that, Master Fan Ming took out a small paper bag from his pocket. The small paper bag seemed to be wrapped in something, a little bulging.

"This is what this master left behind, this master wanted to keep it as a memory, but since it can save your life, this master can only take it out ruthlessly.

Come to think of it, Master and his elders won't blame me either. "

The short-haired girl listened to Master Fanming's words and was grateful for his life-saving grace.

"Thank you Master Fanming, thank you Master Fanming, you are a living Bodhisattva, and you must be rewarded for good people!"

After the short-haired girl expressed her sincere gratitude, she hurriedly took out a bag containing gold coins from her bag and put it in front of Master Fanming.