There is a Taoist temple in the idol family

Xu Manhui's bedroom on the second floor of the villa.

Xu Manhui was wearing pajamas, covered with a quilt, and tied up with ropes and imprisoned on the bed.

An old man in a dark blue gown next to him twirled his half-length gray beard and said, "He's not bewitched."

"Mr. Du, you must save my son!" Xu Minqiang almost knelt down for him, "He looks fine during the day, but at night he yells like he's crazy. He's been to the hospital, and there's nothing he can do about it .Otherwise we wouldn’t be tying them up with rope.”

"I see."

Mr. Du's eyes were hale and hearty, he looked up at the infusion tube hanging on the bed curtain, and infused Xu Manhui with glucose tick-tock.

For three days, Xu Manhui was lethargic during the day and crazy at night, and could only survive on glucose.

He circled around Xu Manhui and said, "Tell me in detail what happened before he went crazy."

After Xu Minqiang's son went crazy, he immediately found out Xu Manhui's whereabouts.

After the charity party, he went to the bar to hang out until dawn, and came back drunk.

The bar is a place where Xu Manhui often goes. He asked the manager and the waiter, and they all said that Xu Manhui was noisy and vented his anger as usual, nothing unusual.

But it was so unusual that he came back the next night and went crazy.

Talking nonsense, yelling, and chanting words after midnight, not knowing what to say.

After Xu Minqiang finished describing his whereabouts, his tone became even more angry, "That idol must have done it! I heard Peng Yi say that he knows Taoism and can know people's fate, so he must also curse people."

Mr. Du's hand stroking his beard paused, and asked, "What kind of Taoism does he know?"

Xu Minqiang shook his head, "I don't know. But in the surveillance, I saw that guy touch my son with my own eyes! When Man Hui said he was being cursed, I should have believed him!"

There is only Xu Minqiang's remorse in the room.

Not only did he not believe his son, but he also slapped Xu Manhui for saying that he had missed meeting Mr. Du.

Facing the grief of the middle-aged man, Mr. Du was extremely calm.

He asked: "Why did you scold me, how did you move your hands, explain clearly."

"I didn't hear the scolding, but later I only heard him tell Man Hui not to go to the bar." Xu Minqiang raised his head suddenly, "He grabbed Man Hui's hand, twisted it, and pushed Man Hui!"

Mr. Du frowned, stared at Xu Manhui lying on the bed, and asked, "Which one?"

"Right hand!"

Mr. Du looked solemn and thought for a moment, "Untie the rope."

The bodyguards waiting outside the door rushed forward and untied the rope that bound Xu Manhui.

Standing by the bed, Mr. Du stretched out his hand to grab Xu Manhui's right hand, and rolled up Xu Manhui's sleeve, revealing Xu Manhui's clean, uninjured arm.

He looked at the hand, from wrist to elbow, pulled off Xu Manhui's collar, and looked at his shoulder.

Mr. Du shook his head, "No wonder the Seventh Buddha refused to see you. He can't solve this kalpa."

Xu Minqiang was speechless, "Mr. Du, what should we do now?"

Mr. Du let go, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his hands slowly.

"Go and invite that star over."

Xu Minqiang immediately seemed to have found the culprit, and ordered the bodyguard: "Hurry up! Capture him immediately!"

"Boss Xu, I'm asking you to be respectful and polite, please come here, beg him to come here."

Mr. Du frowned and looked at Xu Manhui's right hand, "Otherwise your son would have died long ago."

When Ruo Cang received the news, he had just finished the psychological quality class.

The teacher told him, take a step back, the sea and the sky will be brighter, and the wind and waves will be calm for a while. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and the green hills will be left without worrying about no firewood.

He has the demeanor of Ao Yingxue to conduct himself in the world.

Ruocang suspects that Ao Yingxue also learned from his teacher, otherwise his tone and demeanor are exactly the same.

Ruo Cang hadn't written an article on how to deal with things, so he heard Ao Ying's theory that all the rumors from Xingchen Media were deleted.

"All?" Ruo Cang felt a pain in his heart, "How much did we spend?"

"Money? No money. Star Media refused to withdraw. The company prepared a lawyer to sue, but the news just now disappeared. It was clean, and only netizens were left to discuss."

Ao Yingxue was surprised, "What the hell are they doing?"

Ruocang also found it strange, and glanced at Ao Yingxue, "I don't know, but I think brother Xue, you are as imposing as a rainbow, and you are about to reach the pinnacle of your life."

Ao Yingxue laughed out loud, "Now you speak nicely. I'll take you as an artist, and you'll be lucky if you don't go to the top of the ice."

He's much calmer.

Boss Peng wants to be tough with Xingchen at all costs, which is enough to see the importance of Ruocang.

If Cang is superstitious, let's be superstitious.

Being able to get Xu Manhui slapped in the face was pretty cool in retrospect.

Ao Yingxue was happily making plans, and Peng Yi suddenly walked in with a solemn expression.

He said, "Shall we...have a little meeting?"

Ao Yingxue never thought that a small meeting could be held like this.

Xu Minqiang, the CEO of Xingchen Entertainment, was sitting in charge, smiling very forcedly, but his tone was extremely sincere.

"Ever since we met that night, I've felt that Ruocang is a person with potential, and he's sure to be a big hit in the future. So this time, I'm sincerely here to discuss cooperation with you."

After speaking, Xu Minqiang personally handed the "sincerity" to Ruocang.

"This is the script and contract of "Night Sky". Our company has established a wholly-owned project and can start filming at any time. There is absolutely no problem with Director Meng."

"This is the endorsement of Malen's luxury goods. We have negotiated a cooperation with them, and we can choose any domestic spokesperson."

"There is also a list of all the movies, TV series, and variety shows that Xingchen invests in. You can take a closer look."

Ruocang didn't understand these things at all, so he passed them directly to Ao Yingxue.

He asked: "Mr. Xu, I am very happy to be recognized by you, but can you tell me why?"

Xu Minqiang rubbed his hands and said with deep meaning, "I hope you can help Manhui."

Ruocang could still think of Xu Manhui's hapless face.

He glanced at Xu Minqiang, his luck was low and his expression was dull, he must have encountered an unsolvable predicament.

Ruo Cang was not in a hurry to answer, but turned to ask Ao Yingxue, "How about these contracts?"

Ao Yingxue flipped through the list of contracts, and his tongue clicked just because of the name.

He lowered his voice and whispered: "They are all resources that cannot be snatched. All traffic stars and popular niches are staring at them. In the past, when talking about cooperation, you had to look at the Star Group and beg them to spit it out. It's not top traffic and actors. There is no way to get involved, but..."

Ao Yingxue changed the subject, "Tsk, what I'm afraid of is that Xu Minqiang has no good intentions. You have no acting skills and no popularity. If you take these things, you are a bomb. If you perform well, everyone will be happy. If you fail the performance, you will lose everything. This is Xu Minqiang. Gambling with your life."

Professionals can understand at a glance.

Ruocang understood the weight of these "sincerity", and said frankly: "Mr. Xu, I'm just a small star. I don't have the ability to support these scripts, and I don't have enough coffee, so I don't dare to accept endorsements. I appreciate your kindness."

If it was another star, she would have been elated, waiting for the resources to force her to become popular.

But Ruo Cang didn't care, and refused.

Xu Minqiang was so anxious that he was sweating coldly.

Mr. Du's phrase "please come over" was like an alarm bell, which made him dizzy.

Ruo Cang's refusal seemed to kill his son's life.

The middle-aged man said in a hurry: "If you are not satisfied with these resources, the shares of Xingchen Group are also available, or if you want money, you can make an offer!"

As soon as these words came out, things became unusual.

Ao Yingxue looked at Peng Yi in surprise, but Peng Yi looked at Ruocang calmly.

Of the three people present, only two understood his anxiety.

Finally, Peng Yi said, "Ruo Cang, actually Xu Manhui is crazy, Mr. Xu wants to ask you to help him exorcise him."

Ruocang could have guessed that Xu Manhui was in a bad situation.

But he didn't expect it to be so bad that he needed exorcism.

With Peng Yi opening up the conversation, Xu Minqiang couldn't hold back, and asked Ruocang directly, "It was Man Hui who was ignorant and offended Master, and I, the father, apologize to you on his behalf. You can make any compensation you want, and we will do it well." discuss!"

Xu Minqiang took out this pile of resources, completely betting on the future of Xingchen Group, and devoted all his resources to Ruocang.

Ao Yingxue couldn't figure it out.

But Peng Yi understands, and Ruocang also understands.

It's just a desperate situation.

"Leave the contract to my agent to finish the research."

Ruo Cang stood up, "President Xu lead the way, I'll go and have a look first."

The Xu family's mansion is located in the center of the city. Turn around the noisy street and you will arrive at a large area of ​​secluded and quiet villas.

Ruocang listened to Xu Minqiang's explanation in the car.

Xu Manhui is in danger, whether to save him or not depends on Ruocang's mood.

Ruocang has practiced Taoism for 18 years, and the good thoughts in his heart will not change because of the short-lived secular life.

If he didn't want to save Xu Manhui, on the day of the charity party, just shut up and nothing would happen.

It was rumored by the outside world that it was just a rich second generation who went crazy.

Maybe there will be a large number of netizens who hate the rich and feel very happy.

Xu Manhui really hates it, but he doesn't deserve to die.

As soon as Ruocang entered the Xu family's mansion, he felt that the environment of this place was quiet and well decorated.

It should have been instructed by a feng shui master, even the paintings on the wall and the decorations in the corridor were carefully selected and reinforced.

Xu Manhui was quietly tied to the bed, even the sound of water dripping from the infusion tube was louder than his breathing.

Even if his face is blue and his breath is weak, Ruocang can tell his state just by looking at him.

"He wasn't bewitched by an evil spirit, nor did he run into a ghost."

If Ruocang said the same judgment as Mr. Du, Xu Minqiang was startled, and quickly explained: "He is normal during the day, but he goes crazy at night."

Xu Minqiang told Ruo Cang about his investigation of the bar one by one.

Ruocang circled around the big bed and looked at Xu Manhui carefully.

His breath was calm and weak, and his luck was as bad as ever.

Based on the information Xu Minqiang said, it is impossible to tell which god he provoked in the bar.

Ruo Cang looked around, the furnishings in the room had been cleaned, I'm afraid the Xu family is not going well these few days.

He raised his head slightly, and found a brand new camera in the corner.

Nobody installs this sort of thing in a bedroom.

Xu Minqiang saw that his gaze fell on the monitor, and quickly explained, "This is specially installed to monitor whether Manhui is busy during the day."

Ruo Cang pondered for a moment, then said, "You find someone to go to a nearby Taoist temple to buy incense candles, cinnabar, brushes, and talisman paper. If you can't buy talisman paper, rice paper will do."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the monitor again, and added: "We need a few more bodyguards, the kind that can control Xu Manhui."

The Xu family acted swiftly and resolutely.

Within two hours, everything was ready, except for the big bed, there was only the desk that Ruocang wanted in Xu Manhui's room.

When everything was ready, Xu Manhui took off the quilt and tied him to the bed in his pajamas.

Four burly bodyguards stood at the four corners of the bed, ready to hold down the rioting young master at any time.

As soon as they raised their eyes, they could see a "master" who was completely different from what they had imagined.

Ruo Cang was wearing a light-colored shirt and black trousers, in stark contrast to the bright yellow and dark red in front of him.

He stood in front of the candlelight on the desk, tall and slender, with a cold and handsome face, not like a Taoist priest preparing to exorcise evil spirits, but more like a star earnestly praying for blessings at the opening ceremony.

Ruo Cang focused on lighting the incense candles.

The sparks of the joss stick flickered, and after a while, the room was full of fireworks.

There are cinnabar ink plates and brush rice paper on the desk.

Ruo Cang picked up the brush, dipped the cinnabar ink on the inkstone, said nothing, just picked up the brush to move freely, rough and shallow, and several red strokes fell on the paper.

The room was silent.

Xu Minqiang looked at Ruocang in horror.

He has seen countless religious rituals in the Taoist temple, so there is no reason not to recite scriptures, not to worship heaven and earth, and not to invite the patriarch!

However, Ruo Cang writes with concentration.

The writing is solemn, from right to left, smooth and willful.

The crimson seal script is winding and winding, forming a chapter of its own.

Ordinary people always stay away from strange and mysterious things.

It was Xu Minqiang who stood beside him and wanted to interrupt, but when he saw that page of secret seal script that looked like a talisman, he had to shut up embarrassingly.

At this time, Mr. Du, who was hiding next to Xu Manhui's bedroom, could see clearly through surveillance.

He froze in front of the monitor, unable to believe his eyes.

There are 86 sects of Taoism, and each sect has its own method of practice.

Talismans, pills, formations, and summons are all different. They are all Taoists, from different sects, and they also have different kung fu methods that sense the heaven and the earth to seek good fortune and avoid evil.

Mr. Du learned from the small sect in the deep mountains, and never regarded himself as the orthodox Quanzhen Sect or the Orthodox One Sect.

Because the kung fu and talismans he practiced are simple, extensive and difficult to understand. They are out of the 86 sects, but they are still in Taoism.

But now, he could see that what Ruocang wrote was the secret seal script of "Qing Jing Sutra", the characters were weird in shape, and they followed the Zhengao Lingbao.

Every time a word is written, it is equal to a character.

Up to the sky, down to the earth, no evil spirits and ghosts can sneak in between the scriptures!

The apprentice followed Mr. Du for a short time.

Following the example of Mr. Du, Ruocang could only see that Ruocang had written crookedly on a piece of paper, like talisman characters, and did not follow the rules of talisman.

However, Mr. Du was so focused that he couldn't help asking: "Master, what is the origin of this person?"

Mr. Du clasped his fingers behind his back, frowned, stared at the screen, and said in a low voice, "Quiet."

No one next door spoke, and no one in Xu Manhui's room dared to make a sound.

Ruo Cang finished writing a piece of "Qing Jing Sutra" eloquently, raised his hand and put it on the candle to ignite it, burning out a room of smoke.

He neither chanted scriptures nor made formulas.

Quietly write the scriptures, and after finishing one article, ignite it.

A faint and quiet smell gradually diffused from the ashes.

As the fireworks flicker, it seems that it is not only the smell of incense, but also the natural atmosphere brought by mountains, woods, shrubs, and streams.

Xu Minqiang looked at it, lost in thought.

Like everyone else, he stared blankly at Ruo Cang's brush strokes, his gaze following every word.

He felt like he was hallucinating.

Otherwise, how could you smell the clarity of the morning dew and hear the gurgling of the stream in the midst of the smoke.

The tongue of flames scorched the paper, and the flickering flames calmed the panic in his heart.

It seemed that from the corner of his eyes, his son was also sleeping peacefully and soundly.

It was the first time in three days that he waited so calmly for the night.

If Xu Minqiang was given a bed, he felt that he would be able to fall asleep right away.

The outside sky gradually faded away, and the candlelight became brighter.

Ruo Cang stopped writing and stared out of the window.

Suddenly found an aura that ordinary people can't detect, it pierced through the night like a bamboo, and rushed in.

The candlelight and incense table are not messed up in the square inch of the table.

Xu Manhui seemed to wake up suddenly, and began to convulse and twitch.

Even with the rope tied, there is no way to completely control him.

The surrounding bodyguards immediately came back to their senses, and stretched out their hands to firmly hold down his hands and feet.

Xu Minqiang shouted in panic, "Master!"

Ruo Cang folded the rice paper slowly.

Half a finger wide and one foot long, the blade-shaped rice paper is hard and sharp with traces of red cinnabar inside it.

Holding a long blade made of rice paper, he aimed at Xu Manhui and swiped it from top to bottom. The rope and pajamas on Xu Manhui's body were torn apart!

The bodyguard looked at the rope cut by the sharp blade in shock.

Looking up, I saw a handsome young man, in the candlelight, revealing a sinister shadow.

All of Xu Minqiang's doubts were crushed to ashes at this moment.

He watched over his son for two nights and saw firsthand how strong the rope was.

Pajamas are the style that Xu Manhui often wears. Although they are made of silk, they are not something that can be scratched by a piece of soft rice paper!

What kind of tricks, what kind of deceit, Ruo Cang cut it down with a single knife, and it was settled quickly.

Xu Minqiang turned his head to follow Ruo Cang's movements, trying to figure out how he did it.

He thought, maybe he hid the knife!

In the end, he found that Ruocang calmly put the long blade on the flame and lit it like other rice papers filled with scriptures, turning it into a wisp of black ash.

The fire is scorching, and the flickering is self-generated.

Five pairs of eyes filled with disbelief, staring at Ruo Cang's every move.

Ruo Cang lit three sticks of incense, and finally worshiped the patriarch.

Then he picked up the cinnabar dish, held the brush, and stood beside the bed.

With deep eyes and a deep voice, he said, "Hold the person down well."