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

Si Huai's eyes wandered, and he didn't dare to look directly at Lu Xiuzhi: "I know you are the president of Lu's Technology."

Hearing this, Lu Xiuzhi's brows and eyes slowly relaxed, and he hummed.

Si Huai returned the 20 red envelope to him.

Lu Xiuzhi: "Don't you want it?"

Si Wai paused, knowing that he didn't like the 20: "This is your money."

"We are on the same account book, but brothers have to settle accounts clearly."

"I will pay the rent of the patriarch normally, oh, and the money you sent me, I will go to the bank tomorrow and return it to you..."

Lu Xiuzhi frowned slightly: "No need."

"need."

Si Huai tilted his head and said seriously, "I'm not short of money now."

"Besides, I didn't marry you for money."

Lu Xiuzhi pursed his lips: "It's for credit."

Si Huai opened his mouth, credits are just an excuse.

He married Lu Xiuzhi purely because of Yin Qi at first.

Figure credits sound more normal than greedy people's bodies.

Si Huai didn't want to continue this topic, so he quickly said something else: "That...Mr. Lu, I want to ask you to be the supervisor of our Daotian Temple!"

The supervisory court is generally elected by the resident Taoists and is in charge of all internal and external affairs.

Afraid of Lu Xiuzhi's refusal, Si Huai added: "The Honorary Superintendent is not responsible for specific affairs."

"Of course, feel free to come if you want to deal with it."

"You can still live the life you miss in the White Snake Temple."

Chanting scriptures, practicing meditation, handling official duties...

Except for Master Ji Wu, few people take the initiative to approach Lu Xiuzhi.

For ten years, he has lived almost alone.

Lu Xiuzhi half-closed his eyes, the emotions in his eyes were unclear.

He didn't speak, Si Huai thought that Lu Xiuzhi was reminiscing about the happy monk life before, and said quickly: "I don't mind if you knock on the wooden fish at home and you recite scriptures or something."

"The patriarch won't mind either."

"..."

Lu Xiuzhi said slowly, "I don't recite scriptures."

In the past, the purpose of chanting scriptures was to cultivate concentration and mind, so as not to be affected by evil spirits.

Now he doesn't need it.

Si Huai blinked, and his gaze fell on Lu Xiuzhi's strong arm involuntarily.

He took off his suit jacket at some point, and he was only wearing a thin white shirt, from which he could vaguely see the smooth muscle lines under the fabric.

I remembered seeing Lu Xiuzhi's half-naked body, chest muscles, abdominal muscles...

Si Huai opened his eyes wide and asked in surprise, "Are you a monk?"

Lu Xiuzhi: "..."

Si Huai thought about it for a while, then changed his mind and said, "Then you can practice casually at home... stick? Spear? Or boxing..."

He was wondering what else the monks in the temple could practice, when the familiar cold air pressed against him.

Si Huai raised his eyes and met Lu Xiuzhi's light brown eyes which were close at hand.

"I'm not a monk."

Lu Xiuzhi said in a low voice: "It wasn't before, it's not now, and it won't be in the future."

With a cool breath on his face, Si Huai was in a daze, and asked dazedly, "But haven't you stayed in the temple for a long time?"

"What else could it be if it wasn't a monk?"

"Cooking, cooking class?"

"..."

Lu Xiuzhi said flatly, "Because there is someone who never came."

Si Huai looked bewildered: "Who?"

"Chen Butler? Is he not coming to pick you up?"

"..."

Lu Xiuzhi sighed helplessly, raised his hand and pinched Si Huai's face.

"No, it's a little villain."

Lu Xiuzhi's hands were icy and cold, and it was comfortable to touch his face. Si Huai didn't hide, took a breath, and asked wonderingly, "Then why are you waiting for that scoundrel?"

"Have you made an appointment to become a monk together?"

"No, make an appointment to go home together."

The car slowed down slowly and stopped at the gate of Lu's house.

Lu Xiuzhi withdrew his hand and said softly, "I'm home."

…………

The next morning, after breakfast, Si Huai asked Steward Chen curiously, "Uncle Chen, does Mr. Lu have any siblings?"

Steward Chen: "Mr. is an only child, only cousins."

Si Huai asked again: "Is there anyone who had a good relationship with him when he was young?"

Without hesitation, Steward Chen shook his head and said, "No."

Si Huai was stunned, who was Lu Xiuzhi waiting for?

Just thinking about it, three or four people walked into the yard together, and went straight to the patriarch's cabin to offer incense.

They are a few pilgrims who live in Jiangnan Dayuan, and Ren Gaoge is among them. He bought a second-hand house in the community a few days ago and moved in directly with his bags. Every day, he takes time to offer incense to the ancestors and report the manufacturing status of the cabin 2.0. .

When Si Huai went out, they had finished burning incense and were sitting on the rest chair beside them chatting.

"Recently, the priests in Shangyang seem to be much more active than before. I often see priests wearing Taoist robes on the road recently."

"Yesterday, I met a Taoist leader of the Six Paths Temple on the road. After knowing that I am a pilgrim of the Taoist Temple, I left."

"I don't feel it at all."

…………

Now Ren Gaoge's head hurts when he hears strange Taoist priests, he reminded: "It's better not to talk to strange Taoist priests on the side of the road."

"Last time, I was avenged by kindness and revenge. Fortunately, Youdao Tiantianzun and Si Guanzhu..."

Seeing Si Huai coming out, Ren Gaoge hurriedly called out and asked, "Si Guanzhu, why are there so many Daoists in Shangyang recently?"

Si Huai didn't know, so he thought for a while: "In a few days, there will be a Huaguo Daoshu exchange meeting in Shangyang, which may be related to this."

Ren Gaoge breathed a sigh of relief: "It's just because of regular activities."

"I'm afraid it has something to do with that cult."

Hearing the word xie jiao, several other pilgrims quickly asked, "What xie jiao?"

"Don't you know? Haven't you noticed that Shangyang's anti-cult propaganda has been much stronger recently? It is said that it started a few months ago..."

Si Huai walked to the patriarch tablet, and Xiao Qing squatted beside the cabin, staring straight at the meat ball in his hand, waiting for it to grow up.

Si Huai's footsteps stopped, as suddenly as last night's list came, Xiao Qing was not there.

Later, because there were other Taoist priests and witches, he did not summon Xiaoqing.

Lost an opportunity to cultivate merit.

And big orders don't come every day...

Si Huai lowered his head in thought, a wisp of green smoke rose slowly, making him sneeze.

The incense burning in the censer trembled slightly, and a piece of incense ash fell and was blown onto the offering by the wind.

Si Huai stared at it for a while and understood.

He turned to Xiaoqing and said, "Xiaoqing, from now on you will be responsible for cleaning the censer every day, as well as offering offerings from pilgrims."

Xiaoqing nodded obediently: "Okay."

Seeing that mangoes were enshrined in front of the memorial tablet today, he licked his mouth and asked in a low voice, "How do I clean up the enshrinement?"

"have you eaten?"

Si Huai nodded: "I've eaten, I helped the patriarch eat these things."

"This is to cultivate merit."

Xiaoqing raised her head in confusion: "Is eating also cultivating merit?"

Si Huai said solemnly: "Ordinary eating is not. Eating offerings to the patriarch is cleaning up household garbage. There are no leftovers. Of course, it is cultivating merit."

"Cleaning the incense burner keeps our ancestors beautiful and makes the pilgrims happy physically and mentally, so it is also a meritorious deed..."

After Si Huai said a lot, Xiaoqing suddenly realized, and patted his chest to promise: "I will do my best to cultivate merit."

"Never let go of a mango core and waste a piece of mango skin."

After reporting to the patriarch what happened in the past few days, Si Huai rushed to school for class.

In the morning, there were two sections on the introduction to the basic principles of Marxism. Everyone in the large classroom was either playing with their mobile phones or dozing off, and the remaining teacher was reading the courseware expressionlessly on the podium.

Si Huai opened Taoist Fang's WeChat account, described how Zhao Xing was possessed last night, and clicked on Weibo.

The Qingxin Talisman and Town House Talisman of the previous lottery were drawn. When Si Huai copied the address of the winner, he saw a comment:

【Guanzhu, my sister has been having nightmares recently, dreaming that someone bought her life with money, what is the meaning of this dream? 】

Si Huai frowned, and replied: 【Let her refuse. 】

Soon, a bunch of comments below:

[What does this dream represent? 】

[Don't just say half of it! 】

[Ah, I also dreamed about it when I was a child. 】

[Why does it look scary. 】

[Guardian, can you explain it? 】

…………

Si Huai couldn't tell them directly about the cult. First, he was afraid that everyone would make a fuss if they had ordinary nightmares. Second, the cult's affairs hadn't been finalized yet, so he couldn't startle them, and he couldn't provide materials to some people with ulterior motives.

He thought for a while, and began to write a Weibo article: [Learn to say no, learn to say no, start from dreaming. 】

[Are you still troubled by not understanding rejection?Are you still worried about having nightmares?Here, there is the answer you want! 】

If you are someone who doesn't understand rejection, this dream is the best place for you to practice rejection...

If you're a straight-talking kind of person, this dream is the best place to practice your fists...

What if you are…………

Si Huai generally divides people's personalities into several categories, and after ensuring that everyone can be seated according to the number, he gives out solutions such as beating, scolding, and rejection.

The school bell rang.

Dong Dashan stretched his waist, turned off the phone and muted it, and in the next second, a bunch of messages popped up with ding dong ding dong.

He clicked on it and looked at it, then turned his head and asked Si Huai: "Si Huai, that old Chen Zhizha's courier, will it be delivered in the morning if you place an order at night?"

Si Huai nodded: "Yes."

In order to avoid bumping into people and not frightening customers, the paper-wrapped people deliver goods in the early morning and in the dead of night.

As long as the order is placed before 24:[-], it will be delivered before dawn the next day.

Dong Dashan scratched his head: "The senior sister from the teacher's school next door asked me why she didn't receive it. Her friends have received it."

"I'm afraid I'll miss her."

There is no tracking number for intra-city delivery, and buyers cannot see the detailed address.

"Let me ask."

Si Huai clicked on old Chen Zhizha's WeChat, and before he finished typing, he received a message from the other party.

Old Chen Zhizha: [A Zhizha man didn't come back last night. 】

Did you cook today: [Is it from Shangyang Normal University? 】

Old Chen Zhizha: [Yes. 】

Old Chen Zhizha: [It rained for a while last night, I wonder if my foot slipped and fell into the river. 】

The waterproof ability of the paper piercing man is not good, and it will be fine if it gets a little wet. If it falls into the river or river, it will definitely be scrapped.

Si Huai typed quickly: [Is it under warranty? 】

After a long time, the words "the other party is typing" popped up at the top of the chat dialog box.

Old Chen Zhizha: 【Bao! 】

Old Chen Zhizha: [Let's check the weather again tonight, if the weather is bad, we can't deliver the goods. 】

Did you cook today: [The client just came to see me. 】

Did you cook today: [You have to be responsible. 】

The dialog is motionless again.

After a while, Old Chen Zhizha sent a red envelope of ten yuan, stating the knight's errand fee.

Si Huai took the money, turned his head and asked Dong Dashan: "You mean that senior sister lives in the dormitory?"

Dong Dashan nodded.

Si Huai pulled out a safety talisman, stood up and said, "I'll deliver the goods."

"Are you going to the teacher's dormitory?"

Dong Dashan's eyes lit up: "I'll go too, my girlfriend is at the Gongshang University opposite the normal school."

Si Huai handed him the talisman: "Then you can drop by to deliver it."

Dong Dashan spread his hands: "Then you give me the errand fee."

"..."

Girls' dormitory, boys stop.

Si Huai put the safety talisman on the shelf on the first floor of the dormitory building, and was dragged by Dong Dashan to the dormitory area of ​​the Technology and Business University opposite.

Shangyang Technology and Business University has a long history, and most of the signs on the outside of the dormitory buildings are gone, and the guide map at the door is also a bit blurred, and the numbers cannot be seen clearly.

Dong Dashan looked at it for a long time, but still couldn't tell the difference, so he simply grabbed a boy passing by: "Student, are you from Gongshang University?"

The boy nodded.

Dong Dashan quickly asked: "Do you know where the dormitory building No. 13 is going?"

The boy was stunned for a while, then slowly said, "Our school doesn't have a No. 13 dormitory."