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When Daoist Xuan Jing heard this request, he was furious.

"No reason!"

With an expression of great humiliation, he said angrily: "Secretary Zhao, you were the ones who said that Mr. Shen was suffering from a hidden disease. I just came here to take a look! What do you mean now, you don’t believe in my Taoism, or are you insulting me?”

Shen Yunqi has a strange disease. Every night he falls into a coma and sleeps for a long time. He won't wake up until the early morning. During this period, no matter what he does, he can't regain consciousness. , and some strange reactions on my body.

In the past, it was some wounds, but recently it was even more strange. First, the bitter cinder smell in my mouth a few days ago was replaced by a nauseating sour taste today.

If it wasn't for Secretary Zhao and the others who stayed outside all night, they might have wondered if the husband sleepwalked out to eat garbage at night.

This illness has been going on for more than ten years, during which time no matter whether you seek Xinglin Sage or Exorcism Warlock to see, nothing has worked, but the husband's temperament has become more and more moody.

Secretary Zhao rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

He can't tell Taoist Xuan Jing that Shen Yunqi actually has no hope for your abilities at all, and it is his daily pleasure to find you, eminent monks, or even great witches of Miaojiang to exorcise evil spirits...

If you bring some spirit treasures, he might still be interested, and give you talisman water... This is the real trouble!

However, Secretary Zhao's psychological quality is still very good. Facing the angry Daoist Xuan Jing, he can still gently comfort the other party: "Don't worry, Daoist, listen to me and explain to you, sir, of course I believe in your ability. I will invite you with a lot of money, and no matter whether this talisman is used or not, the promised reward will not be small."

When mentioning the reward, Taoist Xuan Jing gradually calmed down, and said: "This talisman water is my sect's unique skill, but it's natural for outsiders to not understand it. Mr. Shen doesn't want to use it. I still have a sword to ward off evil... "

"Then thank you, Daoist Xuan Jing, for your understanding." Secretary Zhao said thoughtfully, and took the sword in a cooperative manner.

Taoist Xuan Jing nodded in satisfaction.

Immediately afterwards, Secretary Zhao handed over the bowl of talisman water, and said solemnly: "Since we have agreed, let the Taoist master drink this bowl of talisman water."

Taoist Xuan Jing: "..."

"What on earth do you mean!" He exploded with rage, pointing to the bowl of talisman water, and said, "After all, you have to insult the poor with the unique knowledge of this sect?"

It's fine if you don't drink it, why do you have to force the person who made the talisman to drink it himself!

Secretary Zhao is also very helpless, it doesn't matter if he holds the evil sword or not, the key is that the order given by the husband is to be drunk by himself, and this must be carried out.

"Daoist..."

"Get out!!!" Daoist Xuan Jing was so angry that he issued an order to chase away the guests.

"There's no rush to get out."

A hoarse voice came in from outside, "Since the Taoist priest made the water himself, it would not be a waste to drink it up. I have good intentions, so how can I call it an insult?"

The voice sounded lazy, and there was a hint of sarcasm in it.

Everyone was startled, and when they looked up, they saw a tall and thin figure walking into the hall against the light. He was wearing a coffee-colored windbreaker with a slightly open neckline.

Shen Yunqi's mother is Germanic, and he also inherited some of the characteristics. The facial features are deeper and more three-dimensional than ordinary people, the curly black chestnut hair hangs down to the neck, and the standard mixed-race thick face is gorgeous and aggressive.

As soon as he walked in, the atmosphere in the entire hall subtly tensed up.

Xuan Jingdao looked at him with a gloomy face, and his tone gradually became more impolite: "Shen Yunqi, what do you mean?"

"Of course it means sharing with the Taoist priest."

The corners of the man's lips were smiling, even he was too calm to do such inhuman things, and even seemed to be taken for granted. He took the water talisman in Secretary Zhao's hand and shook it carelessly, but his eyes were always fixed on Xuan Jing Daochang said lightly:

"I received the Taoist priest's willingness to help, but this bowl of talisman water worth [-] should not be wasted, so I want to ask the Taoist priest to help me drink it. I will give the reward, and the talisman water will not be wasted." , isn’t it killing two birds with one stone?”

Taoist Xuan Jing's face was livid: "I don't need any reward, now please leave Qingyun Temple immediately!"

"Is one hundred thousand too little?"

Not only did Shen Yunqi not leave, but he tilted his head with a thoughtful expression. After a while, he lightly suggested: "That's not as good as this. I will double the reward for every bowl the Taoist priest drinks. How about it?" ?”

At first it was 20, but then it was 40, 80, 120, [-] million...

The little Taoist priests behind were already commotioning.

Taoist Xuan Jing opened his mouth, wanting to refuse, but when he touched the pair of purple eyes that knew everything, he actually swallowed the words that came to his mouth with some fear.

Those eyes... seem to know everything.

Shen Yunqi gave a low laugh, and handed the talisman to the opponent's palm. His fingers were thin and long, without a trace of fat. At first glance, they looked like bones, but their movements were extremely gentle, which made the whole picture look very strange.

He patted the Taoist priest on the shoulder, and said jokingly: "If you want to be grand, it's not a bad thing to give in to capital properly. Of course, the choice is yours, so think about it carefully."

These words also carried a sense of self-deprecation, and even comforted the other party from the perspective of a bystander.Shen Yunqi has always been so weird, he didn't force the other party after he finished speaking, he turned around and left gracefully.

Secretary Zhao followed behind and walked a long way before asking, "Mister seems sure that he will drink."

"No matter how noble the old man pretends to be, it's still just pretending."

Shen Yunqi rubbed his head in severe pain, and said lazily: "Fortunately, he is much better than the great monk. The great monk is trying to persuade me to convert to Buddhism while holding my money. Tsk..."

"From now on, Taoist Xuan Jing will be invited to drink a glass of talisman water every day, and I will treat you."

Secretary Zhao has long been accustomed to seeing him like a foolish bastard, but at this moment, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and he couldn't blame the outside world for calling him a mad dog.

He is indeed a mad dog who attacks indiscriminately and recklessly when he is in a bad mood...

Just as Shen Yunqi expected, Taoist Xuan Jing finally drank the cup of talisman water and acquiesced to the deal.

Shen Yunqi doesn't seem to be surprised by this result. There are no real exorcist magicians in this world. After all, these so-called eminent monks, masters, and Taoist priests are just driven by desire in the secular world. That's all for the human race.

He never expected this group of people to be capable enough to treat him, but he preferred to smash their masks of disguise, smash their humanity, and see the world.

How interesting.

Shen Yunxi lazily basked in the sun.

Secretary Zhao was watching from the side, and couldn't figure out whether he was in a good mood or not, so he just tentatively said: "Sir, before the eminent monk proposed to find someone with strong enough yang energy to live in Rongshen Manor to resolve the curse, and now someone is here I've lived in it for a month."

Some people had suspected before that Shen Yunqi's strange illness was related to the place where the massacre of killing his family took place, especially the vivid curse that was passed on.

However, for so many years, countless plans have been proposed for the curse, and none of them have any effect.

Yang Qi Lai Zhen proposed by eminent monks is one of them.

"Have you lived here for a full month?" Shen Yunqi raised his eyebrows, quite surprised, "Not dead?"

Secretary Zhao nodded, "At first I was also worried that something would happen to him, and I supervised him for a few days, but I didn't expect him to really persevere and not be in danger."

He said, and handed over the information.

Zhuang Jiuxi didn't know whether others were doing well or not on this day, but he himself was very sad.

He was thinking about how to avoid being beaten to death by Brother Gui, and begged for forgiveness.

God testified, he really didn't mean to poison Mr. Li Gui with the dark food, who would have known that the other party would run to taste it by himself, and even poisoned himself until he disappeared.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Jiuxi was very depressed: "It's over, I said before that I practiced cooking hard and sold it so badly, and now I'm beaten back to my original shape."

In broad daylight, he would sit in front of the memorial tablet and keep thinking, regardless of whether the other party could hear him: "Brother Gui, I really didn't mean to poison you, you are my golden thigh... Can I become a starting point man?" The Lord depends entirely on you, how could I intentionally poison you?"

"If you can forgive me..."

He gritted his teeth, and said firmly, "If you can forgive me, I'll eat up that bowl of Malatang!"

This is really a poisonous oath!

After all, he still wants to get along with Brother Gui, wants to buy him a mobile phone, wants him to accompany him to go down the mountain to eat delicious food, and wants Brother Gui to continue to protect him!

Zhuang Jiuxi couldn't see it himself. When he was thinking about it, a wave of thoughts floated in his body.

The obsession with protecting oneself with golden thighs, the obsession with making money, and even the hope of being alive, every emotion can be turned into thought power, which is continuously conveyed into the tablet like a perpetual motion machine.

As long as he is still thinking, this power of thinking will never dry up.

At this moment, the cell phone rang suddenly, interrupting his thoughts.

Zhuang Jiuxi glanced at the caller ID, his whole body was shocked, he connected immediately, and asked kindly and lively: "Hello, Secretary Zhao, are you going to tell me that you want to call me for the live broadcast last month?" ?”

"..."

Secretary Zhao was speechless to this kid who loves money like his life and wants money without his life. He was silent for a while, and then said: "You will be paid by the accountant."

"Okay." Zhuang Jiuxi was so obedient, and thanked him immediately.

Secretary Zhao continued, "Mr. Shen wants to see you, and I will pick you up in person tomorrow morning."

...Shen, Mr. Shen?

Zhuang Jiuxi was taken aback, and immediately realized, isn't he, he is just a small anchor, earning a little live broadcast fee for small troubles, do he need to meet a big boss of this level?