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

Si Huai's explanation was easy to understand, and Madam Zhao burst into tears: "Why did you let him live in!"

The real soul of Zhao Xing on the side cried and said: "Last week, I couldn't sleep well because of the company's affairs. I finally fell asleep, and dreamed that someone was chasing me and asking for my body."

"He was too loud, so I agreed. I thought it was just a dream..."

Si Huai recounted the original words.

Mrs. Zhao quickly said: "How can the words in the dream count."

Maoshan Taoist shook his head: "That was also agreed by Mr. Zhao himself."

Seeing that everyone was helpless, the fake Zhao Xing said wildly: "He gave me his body, and this is my body."

Si Huai looked up at him, wondering: "What are you happy about?"

Fake Zhao Xing raised the corners of his mouth: "You have nothing to do—"

Si Huai sneered, "You're so happy that you can't run away?"

Fake Zhao Xing was stunned for a moment, realizing that the current situation is not good for him.

He took a few steps back and said bravado, "This is Zhao Xing's body!"

"What do you dare to do?!"

Si Huai let out a cry, stepped forward two steps, and punched him to the ground: "Dare to hit you."

After speaking, he punched down again.

Zhao Xing's body was delicate and fleshy, and after three punches, the fake Zhao Xing was so painful that his eyes turned black, and his eyes and mouth immediately swelled.

He looked at Mrs. Zhao with difficulty, and shouted, "This is your son's body!"

"Your only son!"

Si Huai punched him on the mouth again.

Mrs. Zhao came back to her senses and hurried forward.

Fake Zhao Xing was overjoyed, seeing Mrs. Zhao raised her hand high, and he was slapped heavily again. Mrs. Zhao's nails were very long, and several wounds were scratched on his face.

Fake Zhao Xing said angrily: "You, you stinky bitch, even beat your own son!"

"It's none of your business if I beat my son!"

Mrs. Zhao gave another two slaps with her backhand: "He should have a long memory!"

After finishing speaking, she gritted her teeth, turned her head to look at Si Huai, and pinned all her hopes on him: "Si Guanzhu, do you have a solution?"

Si Huai picked up the collar of the fake Zhao Xing, and said coldly: "Hurry up, say that you are willing to return your body to Zhao Xing."

Fake Zhao Xing kept his mouth shut.

Si Huai frowned, and punched the wound on his face.

"hurry up."

Fake Zhao Xing cried out in pain.

Si Huai: "If you don't say it, I will beat you until you say it."

Seeing that he didn't have time to solve his doubts, Mrs. Zhao asked the Maoshan Taoist in a low voice: "Master, is this okay?"

Maoshan Taoist shook his head: "I don't know."

Anyway, he can't help it.

In the blink of an eye, the fake Zhao Xing received another few punches, and seeing that Si Huai was telling the truth, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll say it."

"I am willing to return my body to Zhao Xing."

The voice fell, and nothing happened.

Fake Zhao Xing spat out a mouthful of blood foam, pulled the corners of his mouth, and said with a sinister smile: "I didn't force him to give me his body back then."

"He volunteered."

"You're trying to beat me up, it can't be useful!"

Si Huai thought for a while: "Say this to Venerable Dao Tian Tian."

Dao Tiantian Zun?WTF?

Before the fake Zhao Xing could react, Si Huai's fist had already landed.

"hurry up."

"I—uh—"

Fake Zhao Xing's cheeks were swollen, and he said vaguely: "I, I told Dao Tian Tianzun to return my body to Zhao Xing."

"I said it all, you are..."

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past, and before Zhao Xing finished speaking, his body lightened, as if he could be blown away by the gust of wind.

Fake Zhao Xing's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly lowered his head.

He raised his hand, only to see that his soul had left Zhao Xing's body.

The fake Zhao Xing couldn't believe it, and roared: "This is impossible!"

"I didn't do it voluntarily!"

"I was forced!"

"People are still being deceived by you."

Si Huai squinted his eyes, looking at the soul attached to Zhao Xing's body.

This is a middle-aged man in his 50s or [-]s. He is fat and ugly. He is lying on Zhao Xing's body, motionless, as if hoping that he will re-possess him again.

Si Huai grabbed his hair and directly pulled the soul out of Zhao Xing.

The scorching yang qi burned his scalp, and the pain of the soul injury was several times that of the body injury. Fake Zhao Xing's complexion was distorted in pain, and he screamed.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Si Huai frowned and threw him aside.

In just a few seconds, the fake Zhao Xing not only lost his hair, but even his scalp was burnt.His vision blurred in pain, and he instinctively wanted to run away.

Si Huai took out a ghost-suppressing talisman and fixed him firmly in place.

Mrs. Zhao and other ordinary people can only see the fake Zhao Xing fainted, and they don't know the specific situation.

The Maoshan Taoist saw that Si Huai was using a ghost-suppressing talisman, and cast a revealing spell, and the fake Zhao Xing's soul appeared in front of everyone.

Seeing this, everyone realized that Si Huai's torture had worked!

Mrs. Zhao quickly asked: "Si Guanzhu, can my son come back now?"

Everyone looked to the side at the vague soul with a faint black air.

Zhao Xing slowly floated closer to his body, turned around a few times above his body, but still couldn't get close to his body.

He looked at Si Huai blankly: "Master Taoist."

Maoshan Taoist frowned: "No, Mr. Zhao has resentment for being robbed of his body..."

"Plus you confronted us just now, and now you are full of resentment, I'm afraid you won't be able to return to your original body..."

The purpose of the fake Zhao Xing was to make the real Zhao Xing's soul fly away. Although the purpose was not achieved, the real Zhao Xing's soul was still affected.

After one problem was solved, another problem came up. Mrs. Zhao's blood was surging, her figure swayed slightly, and she almost fainted. The sorceress standing beside her quickly reached out to support her.

After a while, Mrs. Zhao asked nervously, "Is the grievance easy to resolve?"

Maoshan Taoist explained: "The ghost's resentment is mostly due to obsession, and it is enough to eliminate the obsession, but Zhao always has a soul, which is different from a ghost. Some spells are against him..."

As they spoke, everyone heard a soft sound of incantation.

Looking at the reputation, I saw Si Huai standing aside, saying something to Zhao Xing's soul, and the black energy around the soul gradually disappeared.

Zhao Xing looked at Si Huai blankly, and a wave of attraction pulled him to the ground.

Opening his eyes again, he felt the sharp pain from the wound on his cheek: "I, I..."

Mrs. Zhao rushed over and hugged her son tightly.

The Maoshan Taoist was in a daze, and after a while, he walked up to Si Huai and asked, "Si Guanzhu, you, did you just recite the mantra of rebirth?"

Si Huai nodded.

The Maoshan Taoist couldn't believe it: "But the Taoist mantra of rebirth is a supernatural mantra."

It is to send ghosts to the underworld!

Si Huai glanced at him, and explained: "Have read halfway, just let the resentment go away."

Maoshan Taoist:? ? ?

Several Taoist priests standing behind them heard the conversation, and one of the young male Taoist priests asked in a low voice: "Who is this priest?"

The sorceress gave him a strange look: "This is the Master of the Taoist Temple."

"Don't you know Daotianguan?"

The male Taoist shook his head: "I just came to Shangyang not long ago, so I don't know anything about Taoist Temple."

The witch was very familiar with what happened in the industry, and immediately explained to him: "Daotian Temple has been in the limelight recently, and their safety charms and beauty charms are very good..."

While listening, the male Taoist looked at Si Huai who was leaning against the wall.

Si Huai stood lazily, answering the Taoist priest's question casually.

"Can the Rebirth Curse still be used like this?"

"You can try it next time."

"Where should it end?"

"Second paragraph."

Taoist Maoshan nodded his thanks, and was about to put away the mahogany sword in his hand, when he was suddenly pushed, and the mahogany sword pierced the fake Zhao Xing's soul straight.

With a miserable scream, the soul flew away, and the ghost-suppressing talisman hanging in the air slowly fell down.

The Maoshan Taoist was stunned, and turned around to see that the sorceress was standing behind him, staring blankly at the mahogany sword in his hand, and boasted: "Chen Daochang, you are really skilled in Taoism."

A mahogany sword poked the soul out of him, and he didn't even recite the mantra!

Maoshan Taoist coughed twice: "Where is it, probably because of Si Guanzhu's ghost-suppressing charm..."

"Ham, Daoist Chen, you are Xinjiguan..."

The two chatted with each other.

Si Huai lowered his head and looked at the Ghost Suppressing Talisman that had just been pasted on the fake Zhao Xing.

He hasn't had time to ask about the cult!

No wonder the villain died of talking too much, chatting is really in the way.

Si Huai frowned, comforting himself silently in his heart, now the cult is not a wanted criminal, and the fake Zhao Xing might know nothing like the ghost before...

…………

Zhao Xing was fine, but suffered some skin injuries. Everyone rested in the living room for a while. Mrs. Zhao wrapped red envelopes for everyone, and when she arrived at Si Huai, she handed him another card and said in a low voice: "Si Guan Lord, 200 million still counts."

"When Zhao Xing recovers from his injuries, we will go to Daotian Temple to offer incense and donate merit."

Seeing that Lu Xiuzhi's hands were empty, Si Huai asked, "Where's his?"

The assistant who was prescribing Zhao Xing's medicine hurried over, leaned into Mrs. Zhao's ear and said, "Boss Lu is charging extra for this trip."

Mrs. Zhao paused, and handed Lu Xiuzhi a red envelope.

After collecting the money, Si Huai and Lu Xiuzhi left Zhao's house.

As soon as he got in the car, Si Huai opened the red envelope, which was a check for [-] yuan.

He looked curiously at the red envelope in Lu Xiuzhi's hand.

Lu Xiuzhi gave him the red envelope directly.

Si Huai opened the check for 20 yuan.

???

"You actually have 20?!"

$20 for nothing?

Si Huai returned the red envelope to him, and said quietly, "Is this the CEO's treatment?"

Hearing the word president, Lu Xiuzhi raised his eyelids and stared into his dark eyes.

Si Huai rubbed his nose and said slowly, "I know everything."

Thinking of his brain circuit, Lu Xiuzhi was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but ask, "What do you know?"