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

Yi Mu Wu tried to escape, but Si Huai choked his fate tightly by the throat, unable to move, he could only let the yang energy on the other party burn his soul and body.

His mouth had been knocked out, he couldn't make a sound, and the remaining half of his long hair grew suddenly, attacking the opponent's front door.

Si Huai beat and cursed, almost eating the smelly hair.

Seeing that this pervert dared to resist, he punched him in the head again.

Most of the 1.5-meter head disappeared, leaving only a small half of the chin and fluttering hair.

Without the stinky hair and mouth, Si Huai's anger subsided a little, and he punched again and found that it didn't feel right.

Why is it empty?

Si Huai lowered his head to take a closer look, and his head was gone.

He paused, a little confused.

Was this... beaten by him?

By the way, the toilet door is not closed.

The great monk is watching!

Si Huai raised his head abruptly, only to see Lu Xiuzhi standing by the sofa, looking at him with a complicated expression.

all seen...

Si Huai's heart skipped a beat, monks value compassion.

Can't let this pervert affect his relationship with the great monk.

He didn't know that this ghost was so ungrateful.

right!Those who do not know are not guilty.

Si Huai grabbed Yimuwu by the neck, lifted him up, and preemptively said, "Where's your head!"

Mr. Ichimogo: "..."

"Don't think you'll be fine if you lose your head!"

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of Xiang Qixiang beside the door in a trance, Si Huai had a flash of inspiration, straightened his back, and scolded: "You peek at your cousin going to the toilet!"

"Did the eyes grow for you to peep!"

"Still wasting strawberries!"

He racked his brains and came up with a few idioms: "Shameless! Shameless! Shameless!"

Si Huai walked up to Xiang Qixiang, coughed lightly, raised his eyes, and slowed down his voice: "Auspicious, I will leave this ghost to you."

"Do whatever you want with it."

The soul has no flesh and blood, but looks similar to a human being.

A headless body writhed crazily in front of his eyes, Xiang Qixiang couldn't hear what Si Huai was saying at all, his eyes were blurred, and he almost fainted.

He didn't speak, and Si Huai was about to repeat it when he saw Qixiang approaching Qixiang's cheek, waving his arms all the time.

"You still dare to do it!"

Si Huai raised his arm and punched Yimuwu's bald neck.

Yimuwu's writhing body froze, and a crack appeared on his neck, which spread from top to bottom. In the blink of an eye, his whole body was shattered into pieces and burned into ashes by the blazing yang energy around him.

Si Huai was stunned, did he lose his mind or run away?

Before he could ask, Lu Xiuzhi explained: "The soul is gone."

Si Huai quietly turned his back, he really didn't mean it.

He thought for a moment, and said to the air:

"Amitabha."

Lu Xiuzhi: "..."

It can be seen that Si Huai is a half-baked person and doesn't know much about ghosts.

Lu Xiuzhi was silent for a moment, and said to him: "The ghost can only fall into Avici Hell, and cannot be reincarnated forever."

In other words, it is a kind of relief for Li Gui to lose his soul.

Seeing that the great monk didn't intend to blame himself, Si Huai breathed a sigh of relief, and thoughtfully helped Xiang Qixiang onto the sofa.

The headless body dangling in front of his eyes disappeared, and Xiang Qixiang barely slowed down while holding hot tea.

He swallowed and lowered his voice: "Are there still four?"

Si Huai nodded, and glanced around: "I don't know where to hide."

Just now Yimuwu called them all, but none of them came out, what kind of plastic tissue.

Lu Xiuzhi raised his eyelids and looked at the door on the right side of the sofa, and a very faint Yin Qi floated out from the crack in the door.

"inside."

Si Huai stared intently for a while, only to find the gap between that yin energy and Lu Xiuzhi's yin energy.

The yin in the room was too weak, compared to Lu Xiuzhi, it was nothing compared to Lu Xiuzhi.

He couldn't help wondering if it was a ghost inside.

"This is the master bedroom, I usually sleep in that room."

Xiang Qixiang wanted to cry, but there were a few antiques in the master bedroom, and he specially changed the lock that can only be opened with fingerprints and passwords.

In other words, he had to open the door himself.

Xiang Qixiang grabbed Si Huai's clothes, walked carefully to the door, unlocked it, turned around and ran, hid on the sofa, and watched from afar with his schoolbag full of talismans.

Si Huai pushed open the door and raised his eyes lazily.

Moonlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the bedroom.

Four grotesque eyeless ghosts huddled together, shivering at the foot of the bed.

Their Taoism is far inferior to Yimuwu. Just now, when they heard the wailing of the boss, they were too frightened to move, and even less dared to move after the boss died.

Seeing this big ugly thing, Si Huai froze for a moment, not knowing what to do with it.

Lu Xiuzhi said flatly, "This is a ghost."

His voice was low, with an inherent coldness.

The eyeless ghosts seemed to have sensed the danger, their bodies froze, they whimpered twice, they all jumped up together, and ran around for their lives.

One rushed into the toilet, and two fled through the window.

The remaining one was probably terribly blind, stayed where it was for a while, then frantically ran towards the door, heading straight for Lu Xiuzhi.

Si Huai turned sideways and stood in front of Lu Xiuzhi.

The Eyeless Ghost bumped his head into his arm, was instantly swallowed by Yang Qi, screamed, and lost his soul on the spot.

Si Huai: "..."

He turned his head to look at Lu Xiuzhi, and said with righteous indignation: "He touches porcelain!"

The two were very close, the tips of their noses almost touching.

The warm yang energy rushed towards his face, Lu Xiuzhi's eyelashes trembled, he lowered his eyes, and met Si Huai's eyes, as if he saw the small flames burning in his eyes, as if he was complaining to his parents.

Lu Xiuzhi hummed, and said softly, "He doesn't have eyes."

Si Huai was startled, originally thought that the great monk would say something like "Amitabha", but he didn't expect him to scold him for himself.

Great monk is really nice.

He is a good monk.

Xiang Qixiang didn't see what happened just now, but seeing them standing at the door talking, he asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

Si Huai strode inside, walked through the cloakroom, toilet, balcony...all of them, but didn't find any trace of those eyeless ghosts.

"They should all run away."

Hearing this, Xiang Qixiang ran into the bedroom and squeezed between Si Huai and Lu Xiu. For some reason, half of his body was cold and the other was hot.

Xiang Qixiang always felt that this was an ominous omen. After thinking about it, he quickly asked, "If they run away, will they come back?"

Lu Xiuzhi paused and said slowly, "Yes."

"what?!"

Xiang Qixiang turned pale with shock, and fired his words like cannonballs: "Then what should I do? Why are they targeting me? I have never done anything bad. This is God's jealousy..."

Lu Xiuzhi lifted his chin slightly and looked at the cabinet in the cloakroom: "What's in it?"

Following his gaze, Xiang Qixiang was stunned for a moment: "There are a few antiques in it. They were bought in the countryside some time ago. My friend said they were genuine, and at least they cost 1000 million."

Xiang Qixiang took a course related to archeology at school. He happened to hear that a student found a treasure in a village in the countryside and made hundreds of thousands of dollars. He excitedly inquired about the approximate location and went with his friends.

"I'm still planning to end this matter and ask the school's Professor Chen to help identify it..."

Xiang Qixiang opened the cabinet and took out the contents.

Three things, a painting, a porcelain plate, and a ceramic jar.

Si Huai approached and looked at the ceramic bottle carefully.

The ceramic bottle is about [-] centimeters high, and the body of the bottle is faintly blue. The workmanship is exquisite, and the surface is molded with cornices, tall buildings, birds and animals.

Si Huai glanced at the mouth of the bottle, and a familiar stench came up.

Seeing his complexion, Xiang Qixiang realized something: "Is there something wrong with these things?"

Lu Xiuzhi: "The paintings and porcelain plates are fake."

Xiang Qixiang pointed to the ceramic bottle: "What about this one?"

Lu Xiuzhi glanced at the ceramic bottle and said, "Really."

"It's okay, it's the most valuable."

Xiang Qixiang was about to grin when he heard the second half of his cousin's words:

"Soul bottle, a common funerary ceramic in the Song Dynasty."

"The soul bottle in the Song Dynasty generally had two functions, tomb-holding and soul-drawing."

The soul bottle, which also attracts souls, does not sound like a good thing.

Xiang Qixiang immediately clenched the talisman paper and kept away from the soul bottle.

Antiques from the Song Dynasty can also attract souls.

Si Huai's eyes lit up, he no longer hated the smell, and took a close look at the soul bottle.

Seeing the very different reactions of the two, Lu Xiuzhi knew that they must be thinking about it.

He raised his eyelids, and slowly explained the meaning of tomb-suppressing and soul-inducing.

Tomb town, as the name suggests, guards the tomb, drives away the evil spirits that intrude on the dead, and rests the dead in peace.The animals and buildings carved on the soul bottle have the effect of driving away evil spirits.

Guiding the soul is to guide the ghost to the right way, enter reincarnation or go to the paradise, and prevent the ghost from being confused, spinning in circles or going the wrong way.

The soul bottle itself is not an evil thing, but it can attract souls to ghosts, and its effect is completely different. It becomes the residence of the five strange ghosts, nourishing them to cultivate and harm people.

"The five strange ghosts live in the soul bottle. If you take him home, he will naturally entangle you."

Xiang Qixiang's face was pale. It turned out that he moved the haunted house back home.

"Then, what should I do then? Can I just throw it away?"

"Smashed? Burned?"

Since the Song Dynasty for thousands of years, the soul bottle has been in the tomb for many years, and it has been parasitized by five strange ghosts. Ordinary people cannot bear the yin energy of the soul bottle. Ordinary Taoists have to spend at least a few months to exorcise evil spirits, and the gain outweighs the loss

Lu Xiuzhi said slowly, "Donate to Taoist temples or temples."

Taoist temples have gods to protect the law. If the soul bottle is placed for a long time, the evil spirit will naturally dissipate and it will be able to play its original role.

Xiang Qixiang looked at the soul bottle hesitantly, feeling a little pained.

Lu Xiuzhi glanced at him, and said succinctly: "Song Dynasty soul bottle, up to 20."

Xiang Qixiang's body hurts, his liver hurts.

He actually suffered so much because of the 20 yuan. The last time the car was repaired, it cost more than 20 yuan.

Xiang Qixiang sighed: "Forget it if you donate it, I feel upset."

Si Huai on the side could hear clearly, 20!

20 million! !

He immediately turned around, and asked Xiang Qixiang with concern: "Are you all right?"

"it's okay no problem."

Xiang Qixiang shook his head and breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother Si, luckily I met you two days ago, otherwise I wouldn't know how I died."

Si Huai patted the schoolbag in his arms: "You keep these talismans, and if you need anything in the future, just come to me."

Xiang Qixiang hugged his schoolbag tightly: "This, how embarrassing this is."

The brother also has to settle the score clearly, how could he let Brother Si give away so many talismans for nothing.

"Brother Si, why don't I buy it at the market price, this talisman and what you drove today..."

"It's all from my own family," Si Huai interrupted him, and said solemnly, "There is no money."

"I can also help you deal with this soul bottle, so that it can really attract souls and help wandering ghosts."

"That's great."

Xiang Qixiang was moved and grabbed Si Huai's hand, not knowing what to say for a while.

After a while, he finally squeezed out a few words:

"Brother Si, you, you are compassionate!"

Si Huai commercially boasted to each other: "Cousin, you understand righteousness deeply."

Lu Xiuzhi: "..."

After tossing for a whole day, I still have to continue to work hard to deal with the soul bottle without charging money.

Xiang Qixiang was really embarrassed, he thought for a while, and said, "Brother Si, why don't I go to your Taoist temple to offer incense?"

Si Huai's eyes lit up, the Taoist temple hadn't had any pilgrims for a long time.

"Where is your Taoist temple? Is it far away?"

Si Wai paused, then said slowly, "It's not far."

"It's just not convenient recently."

Xiang Qixiang didn't think too much, and felt a little regretful: "Oh, then later..."

"Need not."

Si Huai took out his phone, added WeChat to Xiang Qixiang, and forwarded the Taobao store of Daotianguan to him.

"You pay attention to the Taobao store of our Taoist temple, and there is a service of offering incense on behalf of you."

"I'll personally help you offer incense to the patriarch."

Xiang Qixiang found the service of Shangxiang, ignored the zero monthly sales and zero evaluation on the details page, immersed in the convenience of online shopping, and boasted: "Brother Si, we are really modern."

Si Huai nodded calmly: "It should, keep pace with the times."

The five strange ghosts came and went quickly, and it took more than an hour.

After one o'clock in the morning.

Xiang Qixiang looked at the time and said, "It's past one o'clock in the morning, why don't you just stay here and I'll clean up the guest room."

Si Huai turned to look at Lu Xiuzhi, he didn't care about where to sleep, he just wanted to relax for a while and increase his relationship with the great monk.

Lu Xiuzhi raised his eyes, noticed the light blue color under his eyes, pursed his lips, and agreed to stay.

Xiang Qixiang grinned: "Okay, I'll make the bed, you guys wash up first."

"The towels and clothes in the closet are all new, use them casually, and toothbrushes are all in the bathroom drawer..."

Si Huai searched for a while, but couldn't find any underwear, so he simply took a bath towel and went to take a shower first.

After taking a shower, the mobile phone on the washstand vibrated, and the long-lost Taobao message sounded.

"Ding-dong-"

The first handsome man in Shangyang: [in? 】

Si Huai immediately brushed his wet hair back, picked up his phone and replied:

【Dear, I'm here. 】

The first handsome man in Shangyang: [Can you really catch ghosts? 】

Si Huai typed quickly: [Really. 】

[Guaranteed to be clean and clean, the soul flies away. 】