Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Fang Zhuo slept very badly that night, his body seemed to be pressed against a mountain, and he seemed to be tied tightly by a thick rope, unable to move, and had difficulty breathing.

But he couldn't wake up, he felt like he was half dreaming and half awake, half of his consciousness was dark and dark, and half of his consciousness, he was being turned over and over by a dead ghost to spread pancakes.

So much so that when I woke up in the morning, the whole person was in a daze.

He sat up and stared at the hair on the bed for a while, the memory of last night slowly came back, so he lifted the quilt to have a look.

Hey, it's horrible.

There are marks all over the body, especially the heel of the leg is red, and the skin is almost worn off, but the body is very clean and there are no suspicious white stains.

Fang Zhuo lowered his eyes and thought curiously for a moment, "Do you think the soul body has color?"

233,"You can ask the protagonist yourself in the evening."

When he is stupid and his brain is flooded, he will ask such stupid questions.

Fang Zhuo got off the bed, shaking his rumpled underwear and trousers.

In fact, the clothes with straps are comfortable and cool to wear. The only downside is that they are too easy to untie.

He opened the door and walked out, following the rustling sound of the broom rubbing against the ground, all the way to the front.

In the yard in front of the main hall, the old man was sweeping the floor, but it was not like an ordinary sweeper, every time he swung the broom, he seemed to be making a move.

This is the real master, who is so particular about sweeping the floor.

Fang Zhuo cleared his throat and walked over, "Master, let me come."

The old man turned his head and stared at him for two seconds, threw the broom away, and went to the main hall. He wiped the incense burner carefully. After wiping, he suddenly turned his head and walked back briskly.

Fang Zhuo paused while sweeping the floor, with question marks all over his face.

The old man opened his mouth, frowned, and suddenly pulled Fang Zhuo's collar, his expression turned pale, "Did you fight with a ghost last night?"

Fang Zhuo's face turned blue and red, not sure if the "fight" the old man said meant fighting on the bed or on the ground.

He hummed vaguely, and the old man suddenly realized, "No wonder your brows are dark again."

In fact, it's not just that the yin qi has increased, the overall condition of the young man is very poor, his eyes are black and bloodshot, and he looks sluggish, as if his energy has been sucked dry.

The old man has not cared about worldly affairs for many years, but he couldn't just leave him alone. He sighed and said, "You have a special constitution, so don't touch those things, especially don't let him get on your body."

Fang Zhuo was only sure when he heard this, the old man said that a fight is a fight, and there is no meaning of disharmony.

He nodded hastily, and then asked again, "Isn't it okay for the earth soul?"

The old man stroked his beard and said, "Among the three souls of heaven, earth and destiny, the heavenly soul and the fateful soul are yang, while the earth soul knows the karma of the body before death, so after the body dies, it enters the underworld for reincarnation and is yin. It is also useless to contact you more."

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips and prayed in his voice, "If he comes again tonight, can you help him find out why he left his soul?"

Only by knowing the reason can we solve the problem fundamentally.

The old man lived in seclusion in the suburbs these years and never touched anything related to Taoism. First, he was tired of those factions fighting for fame and fortune. Second, it was because of old wine.

Chen Jiu's mother entrusted her to him in the hope that the child would live an ordinary life in the future. In order to prevent Chen Jiu from becoming curious and interested in these things, for 20 years, he didn't talk about or touch any of them. .

But now Chen Jiu is dead, and the person in front of him... well, since he has already come to him on his own initiative, he can only accept this fruit.

Father, "Yes."

Fang Zhuo's eyes lit up, "Thank you, Master."

With his hands behind his back, the old man gave another "hmm" in an inexplicable way, his eyelids drooped, and the rag in his hand was swung around.

Fang Zhuo took the rag and said, "Go and rest, I'll take care of the rest."

The brat is pretty good at flattering.

The old man raised his eyebrows, turned around and went to the backyard. Not long after, he came out with a jug of wine and sat on the threshold of the main hall to drink.

After Fang Zhuo cleaned up diligently, he ran to the small courtyard to take out the clothes they had changed and wash them together.

It's summer, the sun is bright, and the clothes are dry in less than two hours.

Fang Zhuo changed his clothes, took his mobile wallet and planned to go back to the city, but turned around halfway, and saw an old man with a white beard sitting alone on the threshold drinking.

When the wind blows, the beard flutters, so desolate.

People are social animals, no matter how lonely a person is, they will long for company in their hearts.He sighed, changed his mind, and took out his mobile phone to call the mouse as he walked.

The old man looked at the getting smaller and smaller back, curled his lips, he was a heartless dog.

An hour later, Fang Zhuo came back with big bags and small bags, a mouse behind his buttocks, and a rickshaw with a large refrigerator on it.

Fang Zhuo gave the car owner the money, and moved the refrigerator down with the mouse, and it took a lot of effort to get it into the small kitchen.

The old man sat in the room expressionlessly, but his ears moved. He heard footsteps approaching, and immediately sat up straight, playing with a small gourd as if nothing had happened.

Fang Zhuo threw the foam into the yard and returned to the kitchen to start cooking.

This is the first time Mouse was invited to Wuming Temple, and he was curious about everything, "Boss, is that your master?"

Fang Zhuo was sharpening his knife, and nodded.

The mouse squatted beside him and gave a thumbs up, "Immortal, even the shape of the beard is so unique, you can't see it as an ordinary person."

Fang Zhuo puffed up his chest, as if he was being praised, "A real expert is like my master, who doesn't care about worldly affairs, but knows everything in his chest."

The old man who was eavesdropping outside the kitchen door had creases on his face.

He went back to the room with his hands behind his back, took out the jar that he had just collected a while ago from under the bed, and muttered in a low voice while wiping, "I didn't agree to take him in again, Master Master, it's still quite smooth to shout."

The dishes that Fang Zhuo made according to the recipes provided by the system are pretty good.

Seeing the full table, the old man was stunned. He couldn't remember how long he hadn't eaten with the junior.

For a moment, my heart was full of mixed feelings and emotions, and I couldn't hold back my emotions and drank a few more glasses, and I was so drunk that I passed out.

Fang Zhuo and the mouse helped him back to the room. Just as he sat down and took a breath, the phone rang.

The caller is Jiang Hao.

Jiang Hao just woke up from a coma, and stared at the ceiling for a long time. He didn't want to understand how he came to the hospital, so he could only call the other two parties to ask.

As a result, the first sentence at the beginning scared him enough, "You said I was taken by her?"

Fang Zhuo wasn't sure if he was really surprised, or if he was just pretending, and said nonsense, "Mr. Jiang didn't know? You slapped yourself several times after you were upper bodyed, and the sound was very loud."

Jiang Hao was silent, thinking that this is not impossible.

When he woke up, except for his face, his whole body was in pain. The scariest thing was the pinch mark on his neck. That woman hated him so much that she was willing to turn into a ghost, and it seemed normal to slap her face to vent her anger.

"Cough." Jiang Hao's questioning tone dropped eight degrees, "Then... the matter is completely resolved?"

Fang Zhuo said it was resolved, and Jiang Hao was overjoyed, "If Mr. Chen has time, shall we have dinner tomorrow?"

"Okay." The other end responded lightly, and hung up the phone.

Jiang Hao stared at the phone that was hung up and scolded his mother, then remembered something, and made another call.

"What did you tell me yesterday? Didn't you promise that you wouldn't put me in any danger? Did you know that she attached to me and almost strangled me to death!" As soon as the call was connected, he immediately questioned .

I don't know what was said at the other end, Jiang Hao's anger dropped by half, and he asked again, "Is Chen Jiu the person you are looking for?"

"Okay, I'll contact you later."

Jiang Hao hung up the phone, thoughtful.

Before that, he had never even heard of Chen Jiu's name, and it was Bai Jinshan who came forward to find him in person, so he found Mouse and asked him to contact Chen Jiu to help solve the problem.

The Bai family, that is a master of Taoism who studied under Zixu Temple, if you come to ask for help with a golden lump in your arms, they might not even give you a second look.

Jiang Hao was flattered to be personally found by Bai Jinshan as one of his successors.

Bai Jinshan gave him a name and a photo, and asked him to find Chen Jiu.If Chen Jiu solves the problem, he will pay for it. If not, Bai Jinshan himself will come forward and take no money.

A fool would not agree to such a good thing, but who would have known that he would almost lose his life.

The person who can be asked by the Bai family to come forward in person must be extraordinary.What's more, Chen Jiu did have two brushes, and he really got rid of the female ghost in his house.

Jiang Hao felt like there were two golden mountains in front of him, a big one and a small one, and he wanted to hold them in his arms.

In the Nameless Temple, the mouse had just finished washing the dishes, and when it saw the boss hung up, it immediately came up to him, "What did that idiot say?"

Fang Zhuo turned around on his phone, "He said he invited us to dinner, and we probably have to pay the bill."

Mouse rubbed his hands, "Boss, we can make a lot of money with this order."

Rich people have always been generous in this kind of matter, because they are afraid of offending the Warlock and retaliation, and on the other hand, they also hope to continue to cooperate in the future.

But what happened that night, he and the mouse basically didn't contribute much, it was all due to the pervert.

Fang Zhuo nodded his chin, and felt that the money could not be taken by himself, Jiang Luyan had to pay for it.

He put his mobile phone in his pocket, raised his chin towards the door, "Come out with me."

The mouse hurriedly followed to the development zone. Looking at the office buildings all around him, he felt that it was very tall.

"Boss, what are we doing here?"

Fang Zhuo looked up at MY's president's office, "Send money to people, and see if we can make a big deal by the way."

If you can get it, you can have more than one sister-in-law.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the sixteenth floor stood a man who was preliminarily determined to be drinking coffee.

Fang Zhuo raised his hand with a smile and waved, the man turned around and left the window.

MY has a problem recently, working overtime for more than 30 hours up and down, everyone is full of negative energy, except Jiang Luyan. ,

The big boss is calm and calm, and he still handles official affairs in an orderly manner, as if the big things are just a small fart to him.

The secretary entered the door with a bunch of documents, glanced at the coffee on the table, and sighed inwardly, the big boss didn't know what happened these two days, he almost drank the coffee as plain water.

The cup on the desk is already the fourth cup of coffee today.

She pursed her lips and put the report on the desk respectfully, "Mr. Jiang, these are the reports you want."

Jiang Luyan drank the last sip of coffee, took it and began to look through it. From the corner of his eye, he saw that the person hadn't left. He raised his eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"

The secretary said, "Mr. Chen is looking for you downstairs."

Jiang Luyan flicked through the documents for a while, and the corner of his mouth pressed down very inconspicuously, "No see."

Miss Secretary responded, turned around and walked to the door when the big boss changed her mind again.

"Mr. Chen, please come to my office directly." Jiang Luyan looked gloomy and frowned slightly, "Also, please inform all departments that no one is allowed to come up and disturb within half an hour."

The secretary was surprised, what kind of identity was that Chen, who could receive such a high standard of courtesy.

She complied with the rules, trotted out in high heels, and excitedly posted the gossip to the group.