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

The rain rolled down the umbrella surface, passed through the kid's body, and hit the ground tick-tock.

This is a little boy about seven or eight years old. His hair is very long and is scattered on his shoulders. His clothes and trousers are torn. Can't see the white of the eyes.

He stared straight at Lu Xiuzhi and swallowed.

The green-skinned kid took two steps closer, slowly stretched out his small hand, passed over Si Huai, trying to grab Lu Xiuzhi's arm.

Lu Xiuzhi frowned slightly, and the beads on his wrist gradually became hot.

Just about to make a move, Si Huai took a step ahead, raised his hand quickly, and approached the head of the little ghost with green skin cautiously.

The moment his fingers touched the hair, the shoulder-length hair seemed to have been severely cut, turning into short hair that barely reached his neck.

Lu Xiuzhi lowered his eyes and looked at Si Huai's slender white hands.

His fingertips seemed to still have the warm yang energy from the opponent's body.

Si Huai turned his hand away awkwardly, he didn't mean it.

The first time I saw a ghost, I didn't know if I could see it or touch it.

The green-skinned kid touched his head, feeling a burning pain in the back of his head.

Realizing that Si Huai was an extremely dangerous existence, he opened his eyes wide, took a few steps back, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Si Huai looked regretfully at the empty avenue, turned his head, and met Lu Xiuzhi's amber eyes.

Lu Xiuzhi looked at him quietly, with a calm expression and no expression.

Si Huai thought about it, put his palms together, and said, "Amitabha, it's so good."

Lu Xiuzhi: "..."

"Did uncle tell me about me?"

"I said it."

Si Huai nodded absent-mindedly, his mind was full of the green-skinned kid.

Is there anything special today?

That little ghost actually appeared directly in front of him...

"You practice something in the White Snake Temple."

Lu Xiuzhi: "... due to physical reasons, I used to temporarily live in Bailong Temple."

"Oh."

Si Huai nodded, then raised his head sharply.

No, there is something special.

This great monk's yin energy is very strong.

Si Huai turned his body sideways, and his left arm was a little closer to Lu Xiuzhi.

The thick Yin Qi gradually overwhelmed, and it was icy cold, dispelling the heat from the inside out of the body.

He was sure now that the yin energy on Monk Lu's body could neutralize part of his yang energy.

At least you can fool the ghost.

This means that as long as Lu Xiuzhi is there... he doesn't have to worry about seeing ghosts!

Si Huai coughed lightly and called out, "Mr. Lu."

Mr. Continent was silent for a moment, and hummed.

Si Huai said slowly: "Your Buddhism pays attention to the equality of all living beings, rounding up, all religions are equal, right?"

Lu Xiuzhi half-closed his eyes, and replied seriously: "Mutual survival and common prosperity, unite to help the world."

Si Huai held back for a while, and squeezed out four words: "It's so good."

"To be honest, I am the second generation head of Daotian Temple."

"Mr. Lu, do you want to count?"

His eyebrows and eyes are soft and delicate, and his pupils are as black as lacquer. Although he doesn't smile, he exudes a warm yang energy, which makes people feel good.

Lu Xiuzhi lowered his eyelashes, pursed his lips and said, "Go in and talk."

Si Huai originally wanted to use fortune-telling to get close, to get along with each other for a while, and to rub off on Yin Qi by the way.

After hearing Lu Xiuzhi's words, he immediately agreed and walked inside.

The courtyard of the Lu family was very empty, there were no flowers or trees, only grass, a few stones were randomly placed on the emerald green lawn, and at the end of the lawn was a small wooden house half a person tall.

Simple and clean, full of vitality, more vibrant than the Si family's yard full of flowers and plants.

The living room is decorated in a modern style of black, white and gray, but the placement of furniture, calligraphy and paintings, etc. is very delicate. The yang energy in the house is stronger than that in the yard, and the cycle is endless.

Si Huai didn't know much about Feng Shui, he only saw a formation in the living room.

Not long after sitting down, a butler in a suit and leather shoes appeared out of nowhere and offered three cups of hot tea.

"Master Si, sir."

The butler leaned over and said to Lu Xiuzhi, "Sir, Young Master Xiang is here."

Si Huai was wondering who this young master was, when a loud cry came from the door:

"elder brother!"

Xiang Qixiang staggered in and rushed to Lu Xiuzhi's side: "Brother! Quickly introduce me to a master! An eminent monk!"

"I, I hit that, what happened!"

Thinking of what he saw in the public toilet yesterday, Xiang Qixiang couldn't help but shiver, and quickly picked up the teacup on the table to warm his body.

Si Huai recognized that Xiang Qixiang was the one who hit the tree yesterday, and asked, "What did you hit again?"

"Just, that's all!"

Xiang Qixiang swallowed nervously, not daring to say the word ghost, for fear that if he said ghost, ghost would appear at hand.

After a while, he lowered his voice and said, "It's Ghost..."

Si Huai frowned: "Did you bump into that green-skinned kid?"

Having her hair plucked by him, and being bumped by this big brother...

It's too bad to be a ghost.

Hearing this, Xiang Qixiang's complexion became even worse: "What, what green-skinned kid?"

Are there ghosts here? !

"Brother, don't scare me anymore..."

He wiped his face, turned around and saw that it was Si Huai, and blurted out: "Student!"

"Grandmaster!"

Xiang Qixiang sat beside Si Huai excitedly: "Master! Why are you here! Is it because I will come—"

Lu Xiuzhi interrupted his chanting, and introduced: "This is Si Huai."

"This is my cousin, Xiang Qixiang."

Xiang Qixiang knew that the Si family had found their lost son some time ago, and also knew about the marriage contract between the Lu family and the Si family, but he didn't know Si Huai.

Now it turns out that the master is Si Huai, who has a marriage contract with his cousin.

Isn't that a family!

Xiang Qixiang was even more pleasantly surprised, and immediately changed his words: "Brother! Brother Si!"

Hmm, very good.

Si Huai accepted the title calmly, and said to him, "Mr. Lu's cousin is my cousin."

Lu Xiuzhi paused with his fingertips, and looked at Si Huai thoughtfully.

Xiang Qixiang took a sip of hot tea movedly, and said slowly: "Brother, didn't I hit your car last night, and then the traffic police came..."

He described what happened yesterday in detail, and cried to Qixiang: "Then I was taken to the detention center."

"Then what didn't come again, my mother beat me up hard."

Si Huai looked him up and down, and there were three black streaks on the soles of his feet.

Three black air, three ghosts.

Including yesterday's one, a total of four ghosts were encountered.

Si Huai looked envious: "Life is good."

You can meet so many ghosts at a young age.

Xiang Qixiang simply understood the literal meaning, with a look of surprise on his face: "Really?"

Si Huai said with certainty: "Of course, ordinary people don't have such a good life."

He has lived for so many years, and he only met one today.

Lu Xiuzhi guessed what Si Huai really meant: "..."

After a while, Xiang Qixiang took out a thick stack of talisman papers from his trouser pocket, found the crumpled one inside, leaned in front of Si Huai and asked, "By the way, Brother Si, look at this talisman."

"After bumping into that thing yesterday, this talisman became like this, isn't it useless?"

Si Huai looked at the dim talisman and nodded hesitantly.

He hadn't sold a few talismans, and he hadn't seen what the talisman papers used to protect people from disasters looked like.

Hmm... probably like this.

Xiang Qixiang quickly asked, "Brother Si, do you still have the talisman?"

Si Huai touched his pocket, there was no talisman paper, but a handful of cinnabar.

Adhering to the principle of not wasting and being too lazy to go home to get the talisman, he took the talisman in Xiang Qixiang's hand, and directly traced it with his fingers stained with cinnabar.

Xiang Qixiang has seen Taoist priests draw amulets, bathe and burn incense, recite mantras, etc. in Taoist temples, and the process is cumbersome and complicated.

It was the first time I saw a pure and unaffected character like Si Huai, and I said in my heart that I am indeed a master.

"All right."

Si Huai put the talisman paper in Xiang Qixiang's hand, and touched his shoe with a slipper to dispel the black air.

Xiang Qixiang held the talisman carefully, his heavy hands and feet were much more relaxed, and they were still warm.

He grinned: "Brother Si, after the recent unlucky few days, will I be fine?"

Si Huai shook his head: "It's not that you were unlucky and ran into a ghost, it's that you were unlucky because you ran into a ghost."

Didn't notice his feet yesterday, didn't notice this.

After Xiang Qixiang tasted these words, his heart skipped a beat: "So, so I bumped, bumped into that a long time ago?"

Si Huai nodded enviously: "There are three."

Xiang Qixiang's eyes darkened.

Lu Xiuzhi frowned: "Where have you been recently?"

Si Huai added: "You can do whatever you want."

He has to study hard.

"I, I didn't go anywhere."

Xiang Qixiang racked his brains and thought for a long time: "I seem to have moved out of my home, and my bad luck started when I lived in Jun'an Community."

Catching the key words, Si Huai immediately took out his mobile phone and searched for the housing prices in Jun'an Community.

Very good, can't afford to learn.

"Yes!" The more Xiang Qixiang thought about it, the more he felt that it was because of the house. He slapped his thigh, "I haven't had a good night's sleep since I moved, and I kept waking up in the middle of the night. I thought it was because I was tired..."

"It must be the house's problem!"

"I'm fucking living in a haunted den!"

Si Huai was gearing up, eager to try: "Then let's go to the haunted den."

Xiang Qixiang was stunned for a moment: "Now, now?"

The Secretary doubted: "Can't you?"

"It can be..."

Holding the talisman, Xiang Qixiang said coyly, "I dare not close my eyes from yesterday to today, I am hungry and sleepy, and I haven't even taken a bath."

Seeing that his eyes were red and bloodshot, and the dark circles under his eyes were bigger than his eyes, Si Huai didn't urge him to rest first.

Anyway, I saw ghosts today, and I can save those few for tomorrow.

Knowing that Si's house is opposite Lu's house, Xiang Qixiang had the cheek to stay here.

The butler took him to the guest room on the second floor to rest.

It was raining lightly outside the window, and only Si Huai and Lu Xiuzhi were left in the living room.

The tea was already cold, Si Huai was drinking tea slowly, the phone vibrated crazily, and Si Hongye's WeChat message popped up.

He turned off the phone, looked up at Lu Xiuzhi's side face:

"Mr. Lu."

"Ah."

"There is no precept in your Buddhism that cannot tell fortunes, right?"

Lu Xiuzhi raised his eyebrows, not understanding why the other party insisted on thinking that he was a Buddhist.

Stared at by Si Huai's pitch-black eyes, he paused, and answered the question without much explanation:

"...Buddhist disciples pay attention to cause and effect."

Si Huai nodded half-understood, since there was no such precept anyway.

"Then Mr. Lu, do you want to count it?"

Lu Xiuzhi raised his phoenix eyes slightly: "Okay."

Si Huai was overjoyed, turned his hands and pretended to pinch a few times, and said slowly in a mysterious and strange tone:

"According to the calculation, the two of us will marry young and early."