Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 100 Ghost pilgrim

"Two ghosts have been here."

Jiang Fuyuan said it calmly, as if he was talking about two monkeys.

Zhu Wenyan couldn't help but frown: "You said there have been ghosts here, then I am in the study next door every night, why don't I see ghosts coming to harm me?"

Jiang Fuyuan glanced sideways at him and said, "Who said ghosts will harm people? If this were true, the ghosts left in the world would be in trouble."

"Have you ever considered how ghosts feel?"

Zhu Wenyan:......

Seeing this, Mrs. Zhu quickly tugged on Zhu Wenyan's sleeve and whispered: "Didn't the Master say that there are still two copies of "Wenyuan Yinghua" that have not been copied? Go and copy them quickly."

Zhu Wenyan looked confused and asked: "When did I say that I wanted to copy "Wenyuan Yinghua"?"

Mrs. Zhu stretched out her slender fingers and pinched the soft flesh of his waist from behind: "You didn't say?"

"Hiss..." Zhu Wenyan took a breath, "No..."

The fingers pinching the soft flesh tightened and twisted half a circle clockwise. Mrs. Zhu asked again: "You really didn't say anything?"

Zhu Wenyan groaned: "I, I said, I said... right?"

"Then why don't you go soon?"

Hearing Zhu Wenyan grinning, Mrs. Zhu loosened her fingers and watched him mutter something in a low voice as he walked to the study.

Without Zhu Wenyan around, the three of them pushed the door directly into the room where the shrine was placed.

If the degree of piety can be embodied, the shrine hall decorated by Mrs. Zhu is the most straightforward embodiment.

The three wing rooms were opened and connected to form a huge space, surrounded by racks of five-story candlesticks, lit with oil lamps as bright as beans. Nearly a hundred lights reflected each other, making the entire shrine hall look solemn and mysterious. .

In the middle of the east side is a half-human-tall golden statue, wearing three treasure robes and a lotus flower on its waist. It has a beautiful face and kind eyes. At the left foot of the statue is a mighty beast with its claws on auspicious clouds, looking up to the sky and roaring. Sitting upright was a golden boy with an extremely long tongue that almost hung above his chest.

This is exactly what Mrs. Zhu asked the most famous craftsman in Jingzhou to mold according to Jiang Fuyuan's description, the golden body of Immortal Fuyuan.

Looking at the golden statue, Jiang Fuyuan fell into silence.

It can't be said that they are exactly the same, it can be said that they are completely unrelated.

Fortunately, the transmission of the power of faith does not depend on the similarity between the real body and the idol, otherwise she would not be able to receive unparalleled offerings in her life.

Seeing that she was looking at the statue without saying a word, Mrs. Zhu was a little uneasy: "Cizhan, is there anything wrong with my immortal golden body?"

Jiang Fuyuan shook his head: "No, this craftsman has good skills."

Mrs. Zhu smiled reassuringly and said, "Artisan Cui is a famous skillful man in Jingzhou."

As she spoke, she walked to the shelf next to the statue and lifted the red cloth on the shelf.

"This is where I usually put incense and candles. I'm afraid that the dust will disrespect the immortal, so I keep it covered with cloth."

"When I threw the incense candles a few times, I paid attention. The cloth was not touched."

Jiang Fuyuan hummed, looked out at the sky and said, "You guys go out first. I'll wait here. I guess the scent thief will come soon."

It was almost Hai hour, which was indeed the time when the servants said they heard strange noises. Mrs. Zhu responded and carefully exited the shrine hall.

Zhong Lianfeng did not go out with her. He walked to Jiang Fuyuan and whispered: "Little Phoenix, I will accompany you."

Even if he knew that Jiang Fuyuan really had the ability to interrogate gods and catch ghosts, he still didn't trust her to be here alone.

Jiang Fuyuan shook his head: "You have such a murderous spirit that ordinary brats wouldn't dare come here without you."

Zhong Lianfeng slowly walked out of the shrine hall and turned into the study next door.

Someone suddenly came in, startling Zhu Wenyan who was copying books honestly. He looked up and saw who it was. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Master Zhong, do you have anything to discuss with me?"

Zhong Lianfeng: "Well, I have something important to ask Young Master Zhu for advice."

Thinking that he was going to discuss matters related to the second prince, Zhu Wenyan immediately put down his pen and sat upright: "What a big deal?"

Zhong Lianfeng: "Marriage is a big deal."

For example, he wanted to learn how to successfully ask for a wife.

Zhu Wenyan: "..." Jiang Fuyuan didn't know how the darling wife was studying humbly next door. She sat in a hidden corner and waited quietly for the sex thief to appear.

After waiting for a while, feeling a little bored, she simply took out the soul bottle and started calling Xiaopang.

[Fat Ya, come and chat. 】

Xiaopang's sleepy voice followed his ghost body out of the soul bottle: "Master, what are you talking about..."

It ended with a big yawn.

Jiang Fuyuan stared at him curiously: "Fat Ya, why do I feel that you are becoming more and more like a human being? You eat at sunrise and sleep at sunset, and your schedule is more regular than mine."

Xiaopang rubbed his eyes: "I don't know what's wrong. Since I came back from Bozhou, I always want to sleep and I keep dreaming."

Jiang Fuyuan was surprised: "Ghosts can also dream? What are you dreaming about?"

Xiaopang shook his head: "I can't remember exactly, but I remember that in my dream I seemed to be the prince of a certain country. I was wearing gold and silver, and I looked very proud."

"That seems to be a sweet dream." Jiang Fuyuan looked at Xiaopang up and down, tilted his head and muttered, "Don't tell me, you look really exotic."

Since being swept by the golden light of merit, Xiaopang's ghost body has become stronger and his appearance has become clearer and clearer. Now she can even see the beauty mark on Xiaopang's eyebrows.

"Well, our fat girl is even more handsome." She commented.

While one person and one ghost were chatting, there was a rustling outside the door, and two voices talking from far away to near.

"I was unlucky last time. I wanted to go sightseeing, but I almost got arrested."

"Hey, the world is not peaceful, it's hard for us to be ghosts."

"Yes, but is what you said true? Is it true that if you do what you say, your fortune will change?"

"Of course you can. I've been here several times. Look at the faceless ghost who came with me last time. He picked up a new face not long after he returned. Isn't this called a good fortune?"

"But what he picked up was a pig's face... Hey, forget it, I'll just believe you once."

Two black figures walked through the door and floated to the shelf next to the statue.

The slightly taller shadow made a gesture of patting his chest and said, "I'm famous for being an honest guy. Believe me, I'm right! Look, we just need to get some incense candles from here..."

As he spoke, he reached into the red cloth and groped for a while but couldn't find what he wanted.

"Huh? Why not? Is it too far inside?"

Confused, he stretched his hand inside again, but still couldn't touch it.

Suddenly a gentle voice sounded from behind them: "Are you looking for this?"

Then a basket of incense candles passed through the two bodies and was handed to them.

Seeing the incense candle, the tall and thin ghost said happily: "This is it, thank you..."

No, the hand holding the basket was delicate, white and soft, it was clearly a human hand!
The unfinished words of thanks were swallowed back into their stomachs. The two ghosts stiffly and slowly turned their heads half a circle, and Jiang Fuyuan appeared in front of them with a smile on his face.

"Ahhhhhh--there's someone--"

With a scream, the two ghosts' bodies reacted faster than their heads, and they quickly ran toward the door, facing forward with their hind legs facing forward.

"Fatty!"

Jiang Fuyuan called out, and Xiaopang flashed in front of the two ghosts.

"Why are you running?" He blocked the way of the two ghosts, swinging the soul-catching chain in his hand, shining with a light that made the ghosts tremble.

Anyone who has died once will know what he is holding. The two ghosts were so frightened that their legs weakened and they knelt down on the spot.

The short, fat ghost cried with snot and tears: "Grandpa Gui Cha, I don't know anything. This is my first time here!"

As he spoke, he pointed at the tall and lanky guy next to him: "Catch him! He is a habitual criminal! He was the one who instigated me to come here!"

Seeing that he was so unjust, the tall and lanky ghost was furious and only got angry for a moment.

There was a Gui Chai holding a soul seduction chain, and he didn't dare to do anything. He could only cry: "Grandpa Gui Cha, I didn't do anything bad. I just stole some incense and candles to pay my respects to Immortal Fu Yuan..."

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