My Celestial Master is getting a divorce

Efang Palace, one of the most prestigious private clubs in the imperial capital of Huaguo; it is rumored that the owner of Afang Palace is a group of descendants of aristocratic families, and those who can enter the clubhouse are either famous families or high-ranking people, so the rich and powerful in Huaguo can enter. E Fang Gong is proud, but to E Fang Gong, money is just a number.

At this time, in the dining room of Efang Palace, a young man in Taoist robes was feasting on the delicacies in front of him, and the beautiful woman sitting in front of him stared at him bitterly.

"Feng Fei, don't just focus on eating, did you hear what I said?" The woman knocked on the dining table, reminding those who were working hard.

Tang Group's subsidiary Shengtang Entertainment has recently been haunted by ghosts. One of the leading actors, actor Xia Jingyu, disappeared without a trace. Artist Qiu Jingfeng has gone crazy.

Sheng Tang had already asked many Taoist priests and celestial masters to look at it, but in the end they did not come to a conclusion. It is rumored that even the most mysterious Dragon Tooth Special Forces in Huaguo also sent people to see it, but they still failed in the end. Ling Xiaoshan scratched his heart and lungs when he offered a seven-figure price.

In Ling Xiaoshan's view, the haunting incident on Shengtang Entertainment's studio is not difficult to solve.There are two reasons, one: the management of Yama in the ten halls of the underworld is modernized, and human death, no matter whether it is the end of life or death in vain, very few can escape the pursuit of black and white impermanence, so there are not many evil ghosts in the world, most of them are good spirits, Highly cultivated ghosts are rare.

Second, after World War II, when Huaguo was first established, people were devastated, and ghosts and spirits were full of resentment. In order to suppress animals from cultivating into monsters, monsters into spiritual creatures, and ghosts into ghosts, etc., to harm the world, Huaguo deliberately added two items to the constitution. Article: 'After the founding of the People's Republic of China, animals are not allowed to become fine'. This is the first article, which is the most widely spread.There is also the latter sentence that has been hidden and is not known to ordinary people: "After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the dead will return to ashes and turn into dust, and there will be no difference."This point once again limited the cultivation of ghosts.

The fate of the country is on top of it, how can ghosts make trouble.But the hundred secrets are eventually lost, so at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, a team of ghost troops to clean up the undead in the Second World War was renamed the "Dragon Tooth Special Forces", which was dedicated to exorcism, and was commanded and managed by the highest authority.

It is precisely these two points that lead to the decline of ghosts and demons, and the disappearance of celestial masters. Don’t you see that fortune tellers are everywhere now, and there are very few who dare to say that they are celestial masters, and most of them are liars.Feng Fei is a celestial master, his strength is unfathomable, Ling Xiaoshan has known him for more than ten years, and has never seen him miss.

Feng Fei swallowed the last mouthful of food, took out a tissue to wipe it, and grinned: "Sister Xiao Shan, it is often said that there are times in life, and there is always something in life, so don't force it."

After Feng Fei finished speaking, he waved to the waiter, and under Ling Xiaoshan's disbelieving gaze, he ordered another order of fried noodles.This man is already on his sixth bowl of rice. Every time he sees him eating, Ling Xiaoshan will not consciously eat a few more mouthfuls, which is really taboo for women.

This time Ling Xiaoshan turned to Feng Fei because he had already made himself poor and owed her a large sum of money.Thinking about it hurts, she doesn't know how much she can earn from investing this large sum of money. The important thing is that this case is not difficult. For Yu Fengfei, it is a matter of little effort. As for why those people can't solve it, it is probably a problem of ability.

"Hmph, aren't you afraid that Tang Xu would recognize you as the one who lied to him back then?" Ling Xiaoshan mercilessly exposed Feng Fei's lies.

Feng Fei froze, and said with a dry laugh: "Joke, why should I be afraid of him? It was agreed back then, and the red envelopes will be used to pay off. I will give him a piece of paper, and there is no debt to each other."

Ling Xiaoshan rolled her eyes and said with a sneer, "But as far as I know, someone ran away when he got a red envelope."

Feng Fei stared and retorted: "Who said, the order has already been given."

Ling Xiaoshan leaned on the back of the chair comfortably: "Oh, is it? Give it to the air!"

Being complained about again, Feng Fei expressed that he no longer loves her.

In mid-February, the 15th Lantern Festival of the lunar calendar, the imperial capital was cold and windy. People who had been hiding at home to enjoy the heating rushed out on this day, bustling and crowded Lama Temple. The square outside is bustling with noise, and the hawkers at various stalls are yelling loudly. All kinds of voices are intertwined, which has become one of the most special scenery of Lama Temple.

"Fortune-telling, fortune-telling, looking up at God's will, looking down at ghosts and gods, counting three lives forward, three lives backward, no money, no ninety-eight, no 98, only 88."

A clear voice came in through the loudspeaker, suppressing the voices of the hawkers in an instant, and the "Zizi" electric sound continued to "overwhelm the crowd" with the sound, "If you can't buy 88, you will lose money, if you can't buy it, you can't be fooled. , learned from the Five Emperors..."

"Feng Fei, maliciously disturbing the people, making a lot of noise, fined twenty."

A female voice full of anger yelled at a young man in Taoist robes, and rushed out with a broom in his hand, his fat body swayed, seemingly unable to move his feet, but the speed was no faster than that of a young man slow.As soon as he was about to come, the young man named Feng Fei stared at him like a ghost, yelled, stepped back with a bamboo pole taller than him, and yelled: "Aunt Wang, I haven't opened the market yet, you too blacken."

"My mother has said several times, don't use the horn, don't use the horn, you take my words as wind!"

At the end of the sentence, Aunt Wang's broom came to her, and her fierce eyes made Feng Fei, who was not afraid of gods or ghosts, feel chills down his spine. He yelled "Yeah", turned around and ran, and replied while running: "There is a trumpet seller!" , why can't it be used, you are biased."

Aunt Wang snorted coldly: "There are also pants sellers, why don't you buy a pair of pants and run wild."

Feng Fei retorted: "I don't wear fancy pants, I have good taste, I don't buy pants at the street stalls, I have to go to the big market to buy them."

Aunt Wang: "Who are you calling? Huh? If I don't clean you up today, you'll be demolished."

The two quarrels rang out along with the "slap" sound of the broom hitting the ground. The hawkers in the stalls in the square were not surprised and laughed watching Feng Fei being chased by Aunt Wang like a monkey. Occasionally The screams made everyone laugh louder, and Mao Xiaodao, a young underpants seller who was shot while lying down, screamed even more vigorously, shaking his flowery pants in mid-air: "Mr. Feng's favorite flowery pants are in line with his taste. , suitable for him to be picky, come on, don’t miss it when you pass by.”

Ning Feng, who was selling trumpets next to him, pushed Mao Xiaodao's arm: "Trumpet, if you want to buy one, it's [-]% off at the same place."

Mao Xiaodao: "You pay a fine of 20 yuan?"

Ning Feng shrunk his neck, squatted back in front of the stall, pretended not to hear it, and continued to yell in a high-pitched voice.On the other side, Feng Fei, who was out of breath being chased by Aunt Wang on the ground, ran swayingly carrying the banner with the words "magic plan" written on it, wanting to cry without tears, and was about to run into Lama Temple. Suddenly appeared not far away.

Feng Fei screamed "Ah", turned around and ran back, but Aunt Wang who was rushing over couldn't stop, the two of them collided with each other in an instant and fell to the ground, Aunt Wang's voice cut through the world in an instant.

"My old lady killed you."

At the right time, the man in Tang suit stepped out of the gate of Lama Temple, and saw the two people standing in front of him frowning slightly, their indifferent eyes made their temperament even colder; the old butler beside the man was holding sandalwood, a candle Basket: "Master, let's go this way! The temperature has dropped again, so we have to go back quickly."

The man said "um", turned a corner, crossed the ground, and the two were about to leave, when they accidentally caught a glimpse of the young man's face on the ground, the man stopped.

Feng Fei, who was lying on the ground, tried his best to cover his face, and kept thinking in his heart: I can't see you, I can't see you.

At the same time, I sighed in my heart: What a terrifying man, what a terrifying aura, it's only been more than ten years, why is the yin energy on this man getting heavier and heavier?

The author has something to say: the "fan" in the article refers to the bamboo pole in the hands of the ancient fortune-teller with the words "magical fortune-telling".

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