I'm the Villain's Mother in Time Time

Chapter 124 Sesame Oil Money

When the old Taoist priest came to Tan Zishen's courtyard, she deliberately avoided the crowd and handed him a 500 tael bank note.

The euphemistic name is sesame oil money for Qingyun Temple.

It was her wish.

Such a big deal, but only entrusted him with two things.

The first thing is to find a reason to be possessed by ghosts and plant it on Aunt Liu to torment her.

The second thing is to go to Aunt Bai's house to see if there is anything suspicious.

These two things are so simple, the key point is that Tan Zichen also said that whether the matter can be turned into a bank note or not, it is his.

Naturally, the old Taoist would not refuse, and the incense of Qingyun Temple depends on the three of them!

He didn't believe in ghosts and gods, so he speculated that someone in the mansion might be causing trouble on purpose, and the meaning revealed by Tan Zichen further confirmed his thoughts.

He took Tan Zichen's money, so naturally he will do what he can do.What's more, she also said that if he could help her prove that the matter was caused by Aunt Bai or Aunt Liu, she would be very grateful.

Now that they are all out to work, the old Taoist naturally hopes to earn more sesame oil money.

It's not the first time he's seen dirty things in this mansion, he just wants to make some money from it!
The old Taoist couldn't help feeling a little overjoyed when he thought that he would soon get thousands of taels of silver. "Butler Liu, after I finish this meal, I'll make it clear about the haunting right away when it's late at night!"

Seeing that he was slightly drunk, Butler Liu didn't dare to pour any more wine, for fear that he would delay the business if he got too drunk.

The two disciples on the side were also worried, and rushed forward to pull him to eat.

The old Taoist pushed their hands away, patted his chest and said loudly: "Don't worry, I've already made up my mind, and a few glasses of wine won't affect my performance!"

The two disciples smiled at Steward Liu in embarrassment, and hurriedly pressed his hand to prevent him from drinking, lest he would slip up.

After all, this kind of thing has not happened before.

Steward Liu still had trivial matters to deal with, so he left with a smile. The two disciples looked at the high-spirited old Taoist priest and exchanged glances, neither of them dared to go up to dampen his interest.

The old Taoist had two more glasses of wine and was a little tipsy. He waved to the two of them and said in a low voice, "Ah Zhi, Ah Cheng, our chance to make a fortune has come."

Ah Zhi was the young disciple who pissed off Lin Chuqian today.

And the other is Ah Cheng who cooperated with him last time.

The two thought that he was drunk, so they didn't take it seriously, they just smiled and catered to him.

The old Taoist clicked his tongue and was very dissatisfied with their attitude. He reached out from his pocket and took out the 500 taels of silver note that Tan Zichen gave today. "Look, I took this from Mrs. Na He today."

Ah Cheng and Ah Zhi were overjoyed, they looked at the banknote and wanted to touch it, but they didn't want to be slapped away by the old Taoist priest.

"Go, go." The old Taoist yelled dissatisfied. "This belongs to me, you two boys don't even try to touch it!"

After finishing speaking, the old Taoist stuffed the bank note back into his pocket.

Although Ah Cheng and Ah Zhi were somewhat dissatisfied, they did not dare to say anything.

After all, the three of them, the master and the apprentice, always divide the money according to the mood of the old Taoist priest after finishing their work.

Usually he takes the big head, and the two of them take the small head.

Who told them to be disciples, and only by following him can they make a living.

Ah Cheng was older and had spent more time with the old Taoist priest, so he asked with a smile. "Master, what did Mrs. He say after she gave the money?"

The old Taoist hiccupped, thought for a while and said: "She said, as long as she can find out who is haunting this mansion, she will be very grateful!"

"Where do we know about the haunted people in the mansion!" Ah Cheng asked.

The old Taoist chuckled, stretched out his hand and hit him hard on the head. "You don't know that. It doesn't matter who the haunted person is, what matters is who the person who gave the money wants us to say!"

Ah Cheng rubbed his head and laughed repeatedly. "Master is right, as long as the person who gave the money says who he is, we will take it as who he is!"

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(End of this chapter)