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

"No, he, he's dead."

Si Huai was stunned: "How did you die?"

"I don't know about this, but I just saw a notice from the police, which didn't go into details."

Meng Chun looked at Chen Fuhong and asked, "Mr. Chen, did your friends in the police station say anything?"

Chen Fuhong frowned: "I'll make a phone call."

The lunch break was over, Si Huai followed Meng Chun into the workshop, Fang Daochang and Yuan Yu were discussing something in a low voice.

Seeing Si Huai coming, Taoist Fang hurriedly shouted: "Si Guanzhu, do you see if these two runes are the same?"

Two photos were displayed on the computer screen, one was an enlarged bone, and the other was taken from a certain page of the book, both of which were complicated and cumbersome runes.

Si Huai glanced and nodded.

Fang Daozhang's face changed, and after a long while, he said slowly: "Si Guanzhu, the old book you picked up from Zhang Liang last time contained the forbidden spells of various schools of Taoism. Unheard of."

Si Huai understood: "Is the one on the bone also a forbidden technique?"

Fang Daozhang nodded: "The forbidden technique on the bones is a method of using living people to refine ghosts. When people are alive, they are engraving spells into bones and using the resentment of living souls to refine ghost kings."

He sighed: "Zhang Liang has always been obsessed with the technique of controlling ghosts, and the role of the Wangui Banner is also to refine ghosts."

"Forbidden technique and ten thousand ghost banner superimpose, the consequences are unimaginable. Fortunately, we arrived in time that day to prevent him from refining the ghost king."

"With Zhang Liang's talent, it is impossible for the forbidden technique to succeed once. Maybe someone else will be killed, so Zhang Liang must be interrogated..."

Hearing the last sentence, Meng Chun said, "Daoist Fang, the wanted criminal is dead."

"Like this morning."

As soon as the words were finished, Chen Fuhong walked in with a serious expression: "I asked, Zhang Liang died suddenly in the detention center, he had no contact with anyone, and the forensic doctor did not identify any toxins and trauma."

"The man who was arrested together last time was a tomb robber, but the two of them were separated..."

"Fang Daoist, Si Guanzhu, do you have any clues?"

Si Huai shook his head, he didn't even bother to learn a few serious spells, let alone harmful magic spells.

Witchcraft is much more troublesome than serious spells.

Fang Daozhang: "Perhaps it was the backlash of the forbidden technique. That day we broke his formation, destroyed his magic weapon, and saved those evil spirits..."

Si Huai didn't know the backlash, and asked, "Will the ghost he drives backfire if it is overrun?"

"What if the soul flies away?"

Fang Daozhang explained: "The technique of controlling ghosts is generally related to the hard work of the performer. If the soul is scattered, the backlash should be more serious."

Si Huai nodded ignorantly, thinking that when he was fighting with Malatang in Guzhen last time, he was still fine, and he could escape from prison and give him money to contribute to the country's GDP.

"Are there other possibilities?"

Fang Taoist asked: "What is the master's opinion?"

Si Huai rubbed his nose: "Didn't a cult pop up in Shangyang recently, and I was—"

Before he finished speaking, Fang Daochang turned pale with shock: "What cult?"

"do not you know?"

Si Huai was startled, and told them the news about Yao Qian verbatim.

"Didn't it say that Malatang is refining the ghost king, maybe he is a member of the cult."

"Shangyang Daoist Association has not received this news yet."

Fang Daochang frowned, Zhang Liang's matter had not been resolved yet, why did another cult pop up?

"I'll go back to the Daoist Association first, Yuanyu, you stay here for now."

After speaking, Taoist Fang left in a hurry.

The matter of Zhang Liang has been put on hold for the time being, and the archaeological research will continue.

Si Huai didn't come for two days, and there were more things in the workshop.

He didn't understand cultural relics, so Chen Fuhong asked him to organize word documents.

Because the things discussed before were a bit heavy, everyone was working hard, doing their own things, and the atmosphere in the work room was dull.

Meng Chun panicked and didn't know what to say. He found several pictures and texts about becoming a fairy on the funerary utensils, and finally found a topic.

He moved to Si Huai's side and asked in a low voice, "Teacher Si, do all of you cultivators seek to become immortals?"

Si Huai said honestly: "We don't pursue this, it's more practical."

Meng Chun looked curious: "Then what are you pursuing?"

Si Huai calmly spit out a word: "Money."

Yuan Yu who accidentally heard from the side: "..."

Meng Chun: "...It's quite practical."

He turned to look at Yuanyu: "Daoist Yuan, what about Baiyun Temple?"

Yuanyu explained seriously: "Baiyun Temple belongs to the Lingbao sect, and it cares more about helping others to do good deeds and save all sentient beings than pursuing personal immortality."

Purdue sentient beings?

Si Huai was stunned for a moment, competing with Buddhism and Taoism for business?

He looked at Yuanyu and sighed: "Yuanbao, you are ashamed of your name."

"..."

Yuan Yu: "Shangqing School emphasizes the cultivation of the human body's spirit, energy and spirit. Relatively speaking, it pursues immortality and flies to the Qing Dynasty."

Hearing immortality, Meng Chun became even more curious: "Daoist Yuanbao, is there really such a thing as immortality?"

Yuanyu: "...I don't know, but the brother will probably know."

After Si Huai finished typing a line, he found Yuan Yu and Meng Chun staring at him, as if they were waiting for his answer.

Si Huai thought for a while, and said to the two, "If you want to live a long and healthy life, smoke, drink, and eat fat."

Ingots:"……"

Meng Chun: "...Mr. Si, don't be like this. I just quit smoking."

…………

The afternoon work was over in the blink of an eye. Just as Si Huai and Meng Chun walked out of the yard, an old lady appeared out of nowhere, grabbed Meng Chun's arm and asked, "Young boy, do you know where the Taoist is?"

The old grandma's eyes were red with anxiety, tears were streaming down her cheeks, and her voice was choked up: "Our family Mao Mao also had an accident, just like the girls before."

Meng Chun stayed for a while, then pointed to Si Huai beside him: "This is him."

The old lady looked at the T-shirt and shorts on Si Huai's body, and couldn't believe it: "Is the Taoist priest so young?"

"I heard from the village that he is a priest in his 30s."

Si Huai took out a wad of tissue from his pocket and handed it to grandma, without changing his expression, he said, "I'm already in my 40s."

"We cultivators don't look old."

The old grandma stared at him blankly, not knowing whether she believed it, or if the dead horse was treated as a living horse doctor, she took them to her home.

"Maomao went out to play with other children in the village yesterday afternoon. I don't know what happened. She passed out in front of the toilet and was taken to the hospital."

"The doctor didn't find anything wrong and said it was not life-threatening, but he had to be hospitalized for observation first, otherwise he would be sent to a big hospital."

The grandma wiped away her tears and pushed open the small wooden door of the simple bungalow: "The examination fee has already cost several thousand, and the hospital cost another several hundred. Mao Mao's parents have passed away long ago, and I don't have that much money as an old woman..."

"Mother Wang next door said that there was a girl at the excavation station with the same symptoms as Mao Mao, and she was cured by the priest..."

The inside of the bungalow is even cruder than it looks outside, the gray and white walls are covered with cracks, and the TV is still an old big-ass TV.

A little boy about seven or eight years old was lying on a wooden bed, his eyes were closed, his breathing was steady, and he seemed to be just asleep.

The old lady made a cup of sugar water for the two of them, fearing that they would refuse, so she handed it over carefully: "Master Taoist."

Si Huai took a sip of the boiling sugar water, recalled the spells that Taoist Fang had performed, and asked the old lady to prepare things.

As soon as the old lady left, Meng Chun hurriedly leaned into his ear and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Si, don't you know how to summon souls?"

"Yuan Bao may not have gone far, or should we call him back?"

Si Huai responded: "You inform Yuan Bao first, I'll try calling back the soul."

The little boy had an accident yesterday afternoon, and it has been more than 24 hours.

Si Huai was afraid that if it took too long, it would be useless for Taoist Fang to rush over.

Although the old lady is old, she is very agile in her hands and feet, and she quickly prepares everything.

Si Huai recalled what Taoist Fang had done, lit the paper, held up his clothes, and swayed the confusion: "In the vast Yu Town, the Lingbao has infinite light..."

Meng Chun almost blurted it out, he didn't remember the spell clearly!

He stood behind Si Huai, lowered his voice and said, "It's Fengdu, not Yuzhen."

Si Huai was concentrating on casting the spell and didn't hear what he said.

After reciting the mantra, he shouted to Kong: "Maomao, your grandma is calling you home for dinner."

Seeing this, Meng Chun quickly sent a message to Yuanyu: [Daoist Yuanbao!You urge the driver to drive faster! 】

As soon as the news was sent out, the wooden bed in front creaked twice, and the little boy on the bed slowly opened his eyes and looked at them blankly.

The old grandma wiped away her tears and kept bowing to Si Huai, unable to speak out of excitement.

Meng Chun was stunned, his phone vibrated twice, and Yuanyu's message popped up:

[It will arrive in 5 minutes, how is the situation now? 】

Meng Chun typed numbly: [It's all right. 】

Si Huai sat by the bed and asked the little boy in a low voice: "Little friend, what happened before you went to sleep?"

The little boy's soul had just returned to his body, and he was in a daze for a while before looking at Si Huai slowly.

Si Huai repeated the question again.

Little boy: "Pee in the toilet at the entrance of the village."

"Then, I went to play in the sky."

"awesome."

Si Huai touched his head, got up and said to Meng Chun, "Let's go to the entrance of the village to have a look."

Seeing that the two were about to leave, the old woman quickly took out two packs of instant noodles from the TV cabinet, stuffed them into their hands, and took out a few small notes from her body: "Master Dao, that's all I have on me right now."

"You take it first, I'll borrow some later, and deliver it to your yard tomorrow."

Si Huai took the instant noodles, but didn't take any money: "Grandma, you save this money to buy some food for your grandson to nourish your health."

"We cultivators don't value money. Do you know the Lingbao Sect? We rely on doing good deeds to cultivate the Tao. I have to thank you for giving me this opportunity..."

When Si Huai called, both the old lady and Meng Chun were dumbfounded.

The old lady thanked them a few more times and sent them away.

After leaving the bungalow, Meng Chun still looked at Si Huai blankly.

In the afternoon, I said that I was after money, but now...

Si Huai opened the instant noodles, sprinkled spicy powder on them, and started to eat them dry.

Seeing that Meng Chun was still in a daze, he raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you going to eat?"

Meng Chun lowered his head and looked at Shuaifu Kang in his hand. It was not a serious brand.

He hesitated and said, "I don't really like instant noodles."

Si Huai finished his bag in two or three mouthfuls, took the instant noodles from Meng Chun's hand, and said vaguely: "Shuai Kang doesn't even eat it, but I liked it when I was young."

For him when he was a child, instant noodles were a delicacy in the world.

Walking along the road described by the old woman to the entrance of the village, a stench of excrement hit my face.

Although the public toilets are small, they are divided into men's and women's toilets, separated by a wall. On the wall, there is a line of large characters written in red paint: It is strictly forbidden to defecate anywhere. Violators will have their tools confiscated.

Meng Chun was a little confused: "Why are we in the public toilet?"

Si Huai explained: "There is a kind of ghost called the toilet ghost, which haunts the toilet."

Meng Chun came to his senses all of a sudden: "Ah, that's right, the senior sister also had an accident after going to the bathroom last time."

He wondered, "It's fine if there are ghosts, but why are there ghosts in the toilet?"

It also prevents people from going to the toilet properly.

The few articles that Si Huai read yesterday did not explain the origin of the toilet ghost, but only described the appearance of the toilet ghost, and said that if you bump into a toilet ghost, you will get sick and leave your soul.

He thought for a moment, thought of Yimuwu who he met at Jixiang's house, and said firmly, "Because he is a pervert."

"Just like those perverts with exhibitionism, one likes to show and the other likes to watch."

It sounded reasonable, Meng Chun asked in a low voice: "Then what are we going to do now?"

Si Huai lowered his eyes, and his gaze gradually moved down, stopping three inches below Meng Chun's navel:

"You seduce?"