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

"I'm not, I'm not, I really don't have any unreasonable thoughts about President Si!!!"

Si Huai glanced at the black yin energy on his body: "Did you bump into a ghost and hit your brain?"

"..."

Wang Xingsheng was silent for a while, then explained weakly: "Because the President misunderstood."

He thought that Si Huai, as Si Hongye's son, also had this kind of misunderstanding...

Si Huai knew that the purpose of his visit today was not Si Hongye, so he was too lazy to continue chatting with him on this topic, so he asked instead: "Did you come to Daotian Temple for fortune-telling or to buy amulets to drive away ghosts?"

"All, all want."

After finishing speaking, Wang Xingsheng came to his senses slowly, Si Huai could tell at a glance that he had run into a ghost.

Before coming here, he went to a well-known Taoist temple. After asking the Taoist priest, the other party only asked him to buy incense and burn incense, without saying anything.

Wang Xingsheng struggled for a while, but still followed Si Huai inside.

After sitting down, he glanced at the living room and asked in a low voice, "Um... isn't your father in?"

Si Huai gave him a strange look: "This is not the Si family."

Wang Xingsheng let out a long breath: "That's good, that's good."

Steward Chen handed over three cups of tea, two cups of hot tea and one cup of iced tea in a mysterious manner. After a while, Lu Xiuzhi went downstairs.

Wang Xingsheng had heard that the Lu family and the Si family had a good relationship, and now that Si Huai and Lu Xiuzhi were living together, he realized the true meaning of a good relationship.

He wanted to slip away but also wanted to stay, thinking of the scene he saw that night, he obediently called out: "Boss Lu."

What Lu Zong?Remember the wrong name?

Si Huai remembered that Lu Xiuzhi had asked him his full name before, and it seemed that he was concerned if others knew his name.

He put down the iced tea and said to Wang Xingsheng, "His name is not Lu Zong, but Lu Xiuzhi."

Lu Xiuzhi: "..."

Wang Xingsheng called tentatively: "Lu Xiuzhi?"

Of course he knew Mr. Lu's full name. Hearing what Si Huai said, he thought Mr. Lu liked being called by his name.

If you want something from someone, of course you have to follow their preference.

Lu Xiuzhi: "..."

After drinking a cup of hot tea, Wang Xingsheng said slowly, "Si, Daochang, on Wednesday night, my old friend and I came home from a party, and bumped into a terrible scene on Huadong Road."

Thinking of the specific situation at that time, he swallowed nervously.

The Huadong Road area is not considered a downtown area, and new real estate is being developed recently. There are few people at night and the roads are smooth.

Not wanting to be stuck in traffic for an hour or two at night, Wang Xingsheng took a detour on Huadong Road and drove home.

While waiting for the traffic lights beside the new real estate, there was a sudden sound of beating gongs and drums.

At first, Wang Xingsheng thought it was the sound of construction workers rushing to work at night, but when he turned his head, he found that there was no light on the construction site, and it was obvious that no workers were working.

But the sound of beating gongs and drums was getting closer and clearer, still in my ears.

Wang Xingsheng looked in the rearview mirror, and saw a girl in a red skirt beating the gong, and a boy in a blue gown beating the drums. Their complexion was pale, their cheeks were bright red, and their every move was very stiff.

When they walked to the car, Wang Xingsheng felt a chill down his spine and goosebumps popped out all over his body after he saw the appearance clearly.

The boys and girls look exactly like the Zhizharen in Zhizhapu.

"whee……"

"Jie Jie..."

"There is a living soul, it smells so good."

"It's not a living soul, it's a living person."

…………

Low hoarse and strange whispers came from all directions, and the cold sweat on Wang Xingsheng's forehead flowed to his eyelids. He didn't dare to move, only dared to blink.

The next second, I saw an ugly, eyeless thing laying on the left window, taking a deep breath towards the window, as if smelling something.

There were four or five ghosts floating in front of the windshield, each with broken arms and legs, and one of them had a glob of white things falling out of its stomach and smashed on the windshield.

Intestines, intestines...

Wang Xingsheng's eyes darkened and he almost fainted.

Immediately afterwards, the ghost floated closer, picked up the intestines, and performed the intestinal stuffing talent for him at close range.

Wang Xingsheng really fainted now, and when he woke up again, it was already morning.

The stench and coins on the windshield reminded him that what happened last night was real.

"Secretary, Director..."

After listening, Si Huai was puzzled: "So what do you want to do?"

"The ghost didn't do anything to you, you were the one who fainted from fright."

Wang Xingsheng: "...No, no, I, I'm afraid they will find me again."

"I, didn't I offend them?"

Si Huai: "There are a lot of big ghosts, so they won't argue with you."

"..."

Wang Xingsheng was not comforted at all, he bumped into more than one, what if one of them is weak?

Lu Xiuzhi was silent for a moment, then opened his lips and said, "Your luck has been low recently, you just happened to see the opening of the ghost market."

"No problem."

Hearing this, Wang Xingsheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly made up his mind that he would never go to Huadong Road again in his life.

"Then, then, may I ask... is it normal that your fortune has been low recently?"

Si Huai raised his eyelids and said lightly, "What do you think?"

"Don't you know what you did?"

Wang Xingsheng quickly explained: "I really don't know that Zhu Cheng is a wanted criminal, and I don't have any bad intentions for President Si."

"I just missed the project of the Tourism Bureau, and I couldn't swallow that breath, and then..."

Wang Xingsheng paused, and he suddenly felt a little strange: "Then Zhu Cheng came to me and said he could help me win that project."

"After asking about Mr. Si's family background—"

Lu Xiuzhi frowned and interrupted: "What did he ask?"

Wang Xingsheng said truthfully: "I just asked about the people in Mr. Si's family, and I told everything I knew, about the second marriage, Mr. Mr. Si is his only son, and he is still in college..."

Lu Xiuzhi glanced at Si Huai's profile, and with Zhu Cheng's ability, there was absolutely no need to understand this.

It should be aimed at Si Huai from the beginning.

Si Huai blinked: "You can tell him next time, I'm still the one who sees him, and he's a wanted fugitive."

Wang Xingsheng smiled wryly: "Director, you really know how to joke."

He continued: "At first I thought that Zhu Cheng was an employee of the Si family, but after I found out that he was a Taoist priest, I didn't think about evil heretics..."

"Director, can I, am I still saved?"

"Recently, not only the company has gone downhill, but my body is also... I, I can donate a golden body and money for our Daotian Temple..."

Si Huai took a look at his face, it was a very ordinary face, timid and fearful, but a little cautious, his wealth was all dependent on his ancestors.

Knowing that what Wang Xingsheng said is true, but the cause of these things is his greed.

Si Huai reminded a few words: "You are karma."

"There are some things that people are doing and the sky is watching."

Hearing the second sentence, Wang Xingsheng slowly came to his senses: "I understand Director, I will focus on charity from today on!"

"I, I want to offer incense sticks to our patriarch first, is that okay?"

"of course can."

Si Huai: "It's 50 yuan to clear up doubts. Xiangqian... Don't look at your sincerity."

Wang Xingsheng immediately transferred 200 million to him, carefully holding three sticks of incense, and went to the yard to pray devoutly and offer incense.

A black car stopped, and Fei Xiuxiu got out of the car with Si Hongye who was carrying a large bag.

Fei Xiuxiu habitually glanced at Patriarch from afar, and this time, he saw the back of a familiar middle-aged man in the courtyard.

"Is that Wang Xingsheng?"

Si Hongye took a closer look: "Who else could it be if it's not Wang Xingsheng?"

Seeing Wang Xingsheng standing reverently in front of the tablet offering incense, he must have seen Si Huai.

Si Hongye frowned: "This old bastard actually engages in curves to save the country!"

Fei Xiuxiu: "..."

"What line to bend? What country to save? I think they may have encountered something, so I went to Daotian Temple."

Si Hongye shook his head helplessly: "You really underestimated the perseverance of middle-aged men."

Fei Xiuxiu: "..."

She underestimated the narcissism of middle-aged men.

A few days later, Si Hongye received a contract draft from Wang, about the hills in the northern suburbs of the city.

The Wang family hardly makes any money, and all the profits go to the Si family.

Si Hongye sighed faintly: "Since ancient times, there has been much love and nothing to hate."

Fei Xiuxiu was silent for a long time, and asked, "Is your butt hot?"

Si Hongye was at a loss: "It's not hot, what's wrong?"

Fei Xiuxiu said, "It's okay."

It appears that the contract has not been enforced.

…………

Wang Xingsheng not only expressed his apology to Si Hongye with his profits, but also donated a huge sum of money to charity organizations. When he went to the hospital for reexamination, he found that the minor illness had almost disappeared, and the serious illness had not deteriorated for the time being.

Wang Xingsheng quickly sent a long string of words of gratitude to Si Huai, and at the same time personally logged on to Wang's official Weibo account, reposted the Weibo of Daotianguan's lottery draw, and once again expressed his gratitude to the viewer.

Wang's main business is supermarkets and shopping malls. Usually, there are often lottery free Weibo, and the number of fans is quite large.

After seeing this Weibo, netizens were shocked:

[Fuck, thank you for what?What did Daotianguan do? 】

[What is Daotian Temple?Has your account been hacked? 】

[The Daotian Temple is really spiritual, I think the editor must have experienced it myself! 】

【What the hell?Xiaobian, you don't want to work anymore? 】

…………

A few minutes later, the editor received a message from the leader and posted on Weibo: [The Weibo just now was posted by Mr. Wang himself~ Forward and like that Weibo and follow Daotianguan. One lucky person will be selected to clear the shopping cart . 】

The comments exploded:

[Fuck, shit, shit? ! 】

【No, I'm going to say goodbye too. 】

[I heard that the Wang family lost money and cooperated with the Si group, and the master of the Daotian Temple is also surnamed Si, understand? 】

[? ? ?Losing money cooperation? 】

[I've also heard that the industry is very famous. I heard that after signing the contract, the director refused to meet with Mr. Wang again. 】

[Fuck, I made up N jj articles in my brain. 】

【Um?Are they all middle-aged? Does jj have a middle-aged president essay? 】

…………

Si Huai didn't have time to check Weibo this day, he was cramming at the door of the classroom.

It's midterm exam.

Dong Dashan squatted next to him, turning the pages of the book and complaining: "What kind of shit school, there is no midterm exam for public administration majors, and our school still has to do this."

"I chose a good time like Friday night, my brain hurts..."

Si Huai flipped through the book quickly, and suddenly felt the dark energy at the end of the corridor.

He turned his head to look, and saw Yao Qian strolling in slowly, watching everyone reading, with a gratifying smile on his face.

Si Huai took the last two glances, stuffed the book into his bag, and walked towards Yao.

"Hey, Si Huai, haven't you read it?"

"finish watching."

Dong Dashan: "???"

The midterm exam of Shangyang University is not available for every major, and there are almost no people outside the scope of the exam room.

Si Huai went to the rooftop and burned this month's salary and the newly printed arrest warrant to Yao Qian.

It has to be said that Taoist Fang and the police are very reliable. In a few days, he raised his net worth from 5 yuan to 40 yuan, which is double that of his master.

Yao Qian held the ingot and the arrest warrant and said cheerfully, "It just so happens that there is a ghost market tonight, so I can hand out leaflets and arrest warrants while I'm shopping."

Si Huai was stunned for a moment, and asked curiously, "Ghost market? The one on Huadong Road?"

Yao Qian: "You know."

Si Huai nodded: "What is a ghost market like?"

"It's similar to a small market for human beings, but the things they sell are different."

"There are people who sell gold, who sell their funeral objects, who sell eyes, and some who want to barter..."

As he was talking, Yao Qian's voice paused, seeing Si Huai listening with gusto, he asked in a low voice, "You don't think you want to go, do you?"

Si Huai nodded: "Go shopping."

Anyway, what he spent was ingots, and the most important thing he lacked was ingots.

Not in vain and not in vain.

Yao Qian was startled: "If you go, is it still called shopping?"

That's called a massacre.

Si Huai knew that what he was worried about was his yang energy, he waved his hands and said, "I didn't go alone, don't worry, nothing will happen."

After asking about the specific time and place of the ghost market, Si Huai dared to go to the classroom for the exam, finished the questions quickly, and fell asleep right away.

The ghost market opens at one o'clock in the morning, so he catches up on sleep early to recharge his batteries.

The economics exam lasted two hours, and it was eight o'clock after the exam.

The invigilator stood on the podium and patted the table: "The papers are handed in, everyone put down the pens."

Si Huai was awakened the moment the bell rang, and he yawned lazily with his chin on his hands.

Dong Dashan, who was sitting in front of him, turned around in a trance, and asked quietly: "Has the teacher, the 2020 Nobel Prize winner in economics, talked about it? Why is there such a topic?"

Si Huai: "Didn't I talk about it last week?"

Dong Dashan couldn't believe it: "You, you don't listen to class, don't you?"

Si Huai explained: "I am very interested in the Nobel Prize."

Dong Dashan:? ? ?

"The Nobel Prize in Metaphysics? The Nobel Prize in Spirituality? Make everyone believe in the existence of ghosts?"

How could Si Huai have such a grand wish.

He said flatly, "Nobel presented the award himself."

The author has something to say: Si Huai: Hell, you can't lose your design.