After marrying into a wealthy family, my little Taoism became popular

What about Lauterso's disease, unheard of.

The onlookers on the side discussed one after another: "What kind of disease is this?"

"I don't know. Could it be some terminal illness?"

"I seem to have heard of this disease."

……

The receptionist took a deep breath and asked Si Huai nervously, "What is this disease?"

Si Huai said casually: "It's a serious illness, and all irrelevant personnel are dispersed."

Very serious, to spread out.

The onlookers backed away again and again, for fear that this was an infectious disease.

Si Huai took a glance, there were too many people in the lobby, it was inconvenient to call out the soul.

He said to several security guards: "Please carry him to the dining room and let the staff leave."

After finishing speaking, Si Huai said to the receptionist, "Take a bowl of uncooked rice and scissors."

The receptionist at the front desk didn't understand why these things were needed, and he didn't dare to ask more, for fear of delaying the first aid, he had to rush to the kitchen.

Everything is ready, and the security guards and the receptionist are standing by.

Si Huai asked them to step back, and when he was sure that they couldn't see what he was doing, he said, "Call his name together."

The receptionist couldn't help asking, "Why are you calling the manager's name?"

Si Huai said casually: "Because the last thing a person loses is hearing before death, you shouting louder will help him regain consciousness..."

Sounds reasonable.

Several people looked at each other and shouted in unison: "Zhang Qiang, Zhang Qiang!"

"Manager Zhang!"

…………

Si Huai tapped the ground lightly with the scissors, and scattered the rice grains in the bowl in all directions.

Watching the scene of crying souls, Lu Xiuzhi realized what Si Huai was talking about.

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Lu Xiuzhi was silent.

Everyone shouted for a minute, and a wandering spirit slowly floated over, exactly like Manager Zhang lying on the ground.

The wandering soul didn't know what was going on, and when he got close to his body, he was sucked in.

Si Huai: "Okay."

As soon as the words fell, Manager Zhang opened his eyes slowly with trembling eyelids.

Seeing his colleagues surrounding him, he looked blank: "You...I..."

Si Huai: "I'll be fine when I wake up."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, Manager Zhang found himself in the hotel, even more at a loss.

"Aren't I sleeping at home?"

Receptionist: "Manager, you haven't been home for two days."

"I've been living in a hotel these days."

Hearing this, Si Huai asked: "What is he doing at the hotel for a few days?"

The receptionist told the truth: "I was busy preparing the meals for the priests, and the manager personally went to the countryside to buy the dishes."

"Xiao Wang, what are you talking about?"

Manager Zhang himself was dumbfounded: "Purchasing ingredients is not within the scope of his work."

"I have..." I went shopping for groceries when I was sick.

Si Huai took a closer look at the buffet stove on the table, it looked the same as ordinary meals, and he didn't know what the people from the Six Paths Temple were doing.

The whistle of the 120 car sounded, and several security guards helped Manager Zhang to go out.

"Manager, why didn't you tell us about your Nalao and Laoshizi disease?"

"Go to the hospital immediately for a checkup."

"What's wrong, I—"

Before Manager Zhang finished speaking, he was picked up by several security guards and sent to the ambulance at the door.

Fang Daochang went downstairs, saw this scene, and quickly asked Si Huai: "Si Guanzhu, what's going on?"

"The manager is sick."

The receptionist explained something, then turned to look at Si Huai: "Excuse me, if that Lauterso's disease recurs in the future, how should we give first aid?"

Si Huai: "I won't commit any crimes in the future."

The receptionist was stunned: "Is this disease a one-off?"

Si Huai: "Forget it, the country will immediately solve the disease from the source."

The receptionist at the front desk half-understood, boasting dryly: "Our Huaguo is really nice."

Daoist Fang was confused by what he heard, so he leaned into Si Huai's ear and asked in a low voice, "What Laosterso?"

Si Huai: "He lost his soul."

Fang Daochang: "..."

Si Huai thought about it: "To be precise, he was possessed."

Si Huai briefly explained what happened just now.

Fang Daozhang's expression changed. Since all the people from the Six Paths Temple had entered the hotel, it was impossible to only focus on the food.

He looked solemn: "The hotel cannot be used."

"I'm going to contact the president first."

Possession is not easy to find, even the hotels carefully selected by the Daoist Association are like this, let alone other hotels and homestays.

This happened just after entering the hotel, and everyone lost their appetite for dinner.

Fang Daochang made a phone call for nearly an hour before confirming the final accommodation address, a century-old Taoist temple on a nearby mountain, Taoyuan Temple.

Taoyuan Temple is an official Taoist temple of the Taoist Association, and there are rooms for everyone to rest. On the other hand, the Taoist temple is blessed by Taoist gods, and it is impossible for the ghosts of the Six Taoist Temple to set foot in the Taoist temple.

The sky was dark, the mountain road was rugged, and there were no street lights. The bus driver was driving very slowly.

After a busy day, everyone was drowsy, and some priests even snored.

Si Huai leaned on Lu Xiu's shoulder and fell asleep in a daze.

After an unknown period of time, the bus stopped suddenly.

Si Huai closed his eyes and asked, "Are you there?"

"No." Lu Xiuzhi said.

Si Huai rubbed his eyes, only to see the driver of the bus stop and turn off the engine, got up and said, "Masters, there are some big rocks on the road ahead, we can't drive through, we have to move the rocks."

When everyone looked over, there were five or six big stones standing in the middle of the mountain road, blocking the way forward.

Daoist Fang took the lead to get out of the car. There were not many stones, so he just needed to push them to the side of the road so that the bus could pass by.

As soon as Si Huai got out of the car, the stones blocking the road were removed by other priests.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"There seems to be some noise."

……

Suddenly there was a rustling sound in the forest.

Si Huai tilted his head, and vaguely saw a black shadow moving fast on the hillside.

"There is something!"

A Taoist priest shouted, and everyone took out magic weapons one after another.

Soon, the shadow jumped to the side of the road.

The headlights of the bus hit it, and everyone could clearly see a furry humanoid creature with a dark face and hair, and its heels were reversed.

It was the black-haired face that Si Huai met on the bullet train.

Seeing so many people, the black-haired face grinned, and the laughter echoed in the mountains and forests, and there was an echo, which sounded a little scary.

Lu Xiuzhi pursed his lips and said, "It's a mountain spirit."

Fang Daochang frowned, and drew out his long sword.

The black-haired face seemed a little afraid of the long sword in Fang Daozhang's hand, he didn't dare to approach them, and stood not far away to stare at them.

It just watches and does nothing.

The Taoist priest standing beside Si Huai couldn't help but ask, "What, what does it want to do?"

"Maybe I just want to see people."

Si Huai said to the priest, "I've seen it on the train too."

Fang Daochang frowned even tighter: "What does it do?"

Si Huai thought about it: "Smile at me hard?"

Fang Daochang: "..."

Standing in a stalemate on the side of the road for a while, the black-haired face still did nothing, and even sat down on the ground.

It's not easy for spirits to cultivate, and everyone is not someone who kills at will. Seeing the appearance of the black-haired face, they all returned to the car and continued to Taoyuan Temple.

The engine of the bus started, and the black-haired face jumped up the hillside in fright, staring straight at the car.

Si Huai opened the window and looked back, and could vaguely see the smile on the black-haired face slowly disappearing.

It climbed up the tree two or three times, and walked quickly through the forest.

When the bus passed the corner, there was no trace of the black-haired face.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when we arrived at Taoyuan Temple, and everyone was exhausted physically and mentally.

Say hello to the green-robed Taoist priest in charge of receiving them, and head to the bedroom wearily.

The bedroom is like a standard hotel room with two single beds.

When Si Huai lay on the bed, he couldn't sleep. He slept with Lu Xiuzhi a few days ago, and suddenly there was nothing around him, and he was not used to it.

After tossing and turning for a while, he groped and climbed onto Lu Xiu's bed.

A slightly cool air enveloped the surroundings, and Si Huai used his hands and feet to stick to the ground:

"Good night."

"Good night."

Early next morning

Si Huai was awakened by the conversation outside, he could clearly hear Taoist Fang talking to the master of Taoyuan Temple.

Not long after, there was a knock on the bedroom door, and Fang Daozhang's voice sounded.

"Si Guanzhu, are you awake?"

Si Huai responded and got up to wash.

Walking out of the bedroom, Taoist Fang and the green-robed Taoist priest who greeted him last night stood outside the door.

Taoist Fang introduced: "This is the master of Taoyuan Temple, Luo Xinzhi."

"This is the Master Sihuai of Daotian Temple."

Si Huai nodded at him, and followed to the Zhaitang.

Only then did I discover that Taoyuan Temple occupies a large area, not an ordinary small Taoist temple, almost half the size of Baiyun Temple.

But such a large Taoist temple not only has no pilgrims, but even few Taoist priests, it is very empty.

From the bedroom to the dining hall, Si Huai only saw two young Taoist priests in green robes who were similar to Luo Xinzhi.

Noticing his surprised expression, Luo Xinzhi sighed, and explained: "To be honest, there have been fewer and fewer pilgrims in recent years. This year, the Taoist temple is even supported by the relief from the Taoist Association."

"The pilgrims before the Taoist temple were all residents of the town. In the ten years since I took over the Taoist temple, the Taoist temple has gradually declined. Now even the villagers don't come here often. At most, there are a few mountain-climbing tourists who come to take pictures."

Si Huai asked curiously, "Did something happen?"

Luo Xinzhi shook his head: "I don't know either."

Si Huai glanced at the Palace of the King of Medicine passing by, the incense burner was empty, and the tributes on the table were plastic fruit decorations, which were indeed very simple

The meals in the Zhaitang are also very simple, ordinary porridge and side dishes, steaming.

Si Huai is not interested in hot porridge, and only drinks some water.

Taoist Fang said to Si Huai while drinking the porridge, "Master Si, the Chang Village we are going to is nearby."

Si Huai searched on the navigation, but did not find Changcun.

"Fang Daochang, are you sure your name is Changcun? Did you remember the name wrong?"

Taoist Fang looked at his phone again, and said with certainty, "It's called Changcun."

Luo Xinzhi smiled and explained: "Chang Village is what our locals call it, but it is actually called Centennial Village, because the old people in the village live a long life."

Si Huai responded, "When we came here, we heard people talk about this village."

Luo Xinzhi continued: "The village is nearby. Go north along the mountain road. There is a village sign at the entrance of the village, which is very obvious."

The destinations of the people were different. After breakfast, each group headed into action.

According to what Luo Xinzhi said, walking straight to the north, there is indeed a village sign named Baisui Village.

In addition to the village signboard stone at the entrance of the village, there is also a large-scale earth temple.

Si Huai glanced at it and stopped in his tracks.

Didigong, also known as Fuzhengshen and Kitchen God, is a god who manages a small piece of ground.

No matter how small the title is, he is still a god, and ghosts are in awe.

The earth temple is obviously full of offerings, incense and candles, but there is a strong yin qi lingering around.