Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 67
"Why go back to the Mu family? I just went to take a look. Didn't you hear that idiot said that my parents are both dead and I am the only one in my family?"

Jiang Fuyuan looked at Zhong Liefeng with sympathy in her eyes.

My eyesight is not good, my brain is not good, and my memory is extremely poor. This is a congenital defect, and I am half a disabled person.

Zhong Liefeng, who didn't know that he had no image in his wife's heart, closed his eyes and felt a pain in his heart.

Of course he remembered what Su Menglong said just now. It was precisely because Mu Cizhan had no close relatives in the Mu family that he was helpless and was framed to fake his death.

Zhong Lianfeng remembered that the first time he met Mu Cizhan was in Kejia Village.With a haggard face and messy hair, she sat stupidly on the ground, completely unaware that the soil had stained her skirt.

If she hadn't managed to answer a few words, Zhong Liefeng would have thought she was a fool.

Before the ceremony, Zhong Liefeng asked Mu Cizhan if it was voluntary. If she was forced, Zhong Liefeng was willing to send her home, but the only answer he received was that the bride had shed tears all night.

"I don't have a home anymore," she said.

The Mu family has not yet reached Zhong Liefeng's favorability level, but has already filled up his dislike level.

Zhong Lianfeng didn't ask any more questions. He just waved to the man at the door of Duobao Pavilion, stuffed a few silver ingots and borrowed a carriage.

"I'll go with you, I'll know the way."

Small octagonal copper bells are hung on the four corners of the Duobao Pavilion carriage. As the horses' hooves kick, the bells ring loudly, causing passers-by to turn their heads and look.

Zhong Lianfeng sat on the shaft with his knees bent, holding the reins to guide the horse's direction. If he didn't have a calm face, he would be considered a qualified coachman.

Someone recognized him along the way and wanted to say hello, but the carriage did not hesitate at all and drove away with a gust of wind.

"Who can let the general drive the car for him? Is it two..."

"Shh, don't guess."

……

Jingle Bell……

The horse's hooves gradually stopped, and the bell continued due to inertia, announcing the arrival of someone.

As a wealthy man in Jingzhou, Mu's house directly occupies two streets in Jiudian, with four red doors standing tall. It looks very majestic from a distance. However, today all the doors of Mu's house are closed, and only a small door on the side is opened. .

A young man wearing thick green clothes was guarding the door. When he saw a carriage parked at the front door, he put his head in and shouted: "There are no guests from the Mu family today. Please come back another day."

Zhong Lianfeng ignored him, jumped off the carriage, lifted a corner of the door curtain, and whispered in, "We're here."

Doesn't this person understand what he is saying? The boy frowned and walked towards the carriage, emphasizing with an impatient expression: "I told you I won't see any guests today, you..."

A plain white hand stretched out from the carriage to hold the door, and then a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him poked out of the car.

It's Miss!

The boy's eyes widened in horror, and his throat made a whooshing sound like a broken bellows. After a few seconds, he turned around and staggered towards the side door.

"Someone's coming—it's haunted—ghost—it's ghost—"

In Mu's house, the yellow-robed Taoist priest was holding a peach wood sword, waving it in front of the incense table with candles, white rice, and fruit plates, and chanting something.

After a while, he stopped and frowned in thought.

The second wife and the third wife of the Mu family hurried forward and asked nervously: "Immortal, is it done?"

The two families have been having trouble at home a while ago. Either one is injured or the other is sick. In addition, Mrs. Mu's second wife's distant nephew said that he saw Mu Cizhan when he came to fight in the autumn wind. The second and third Mrs. Mu thought of their two families. In order to share more of the family property, they conspired together to poison the last single seedling of the long house.

Now maybe it's Mu Cizhan's evil spirit causing trouble.

So they asked various people to send gifts, and invited Taoist Master Fang, who was said to be one of the eight immortals of the Taoist Palace, to come and set up an altar to perform rituals.

After the two people asked, the Taoist priest in yellow robe suddenly shook his body and bowed to the air: "Sir!"

"Is it really an evil spirit in the house who is causing trouble?"

"Okay, okay, I'll let them prepare now." After muttering to himself, he lowered his eyes and said to the two of them with an unfathomable expression: "Immortal Impermanence said, it's the evil spirits in the house who are causing trouble, you guys The house is not clean."

"If the evil ghost is not eliminated, at least everyone in the family will suffer a bloody disaster, and at worst... I am afraid that the evil ghost will not give up easily until half of the family members are killed."

Mrs. Mu’s second wife and third wife were shocked: “Then what can we do to get rid of the evil ghost?”

Damn Mu Cizhan, when he was alive, he wanted to go back to his parents' home to share their money, but now he is dead and won't stop. In this case, don't blame them for not remembering the old friendship of the family.

They can kill humans, and they don't mind killing ghosts again.

The yellow-robed Taoist priest looked at the two people in embarrassment: "It's not impossible to get rid of it, but to beat it until its soul is gone, not only do I need to pay tribute to the Immortal Impermanence to show my sincerity, but I will also lose at least ten years of my life..."

"Money is not an issue!" Mrs. Mu's second wife spoke first, "As long as the Immortal can get rid of the evil spirits, our Mu family will definitely not let the Immortal waste his cultivation in vain!"

Mrs. Mu San also followed up and expressed her position: "Yes, please pay more attention to the immortal. The Mu family will be very grateful when the matter is completed!"

After getting the promise he wanted, the yellow-robed Taoist priest held a wooden sword with a sword flower in his hand, and said righteously: "I'll wrap it up on the poor Taoist!"

After saying that, there was another step of stepping on the Seven Stars Gang Steps, and afterimages of the mahogany sword dance appeared. The yellow-robed Taoist pointed to the sky and shouted: "The infinite Xuanmen righteousness in the sky..."

Before he finished reciting the incantation, he was interrupted by a burst of exclamations from far to near.

The young man in green clothes rolled and crawled into the courtyard: "It's not good - Second Madam - Third Madam - It's not good -"

Snapped!
Mrs. Mu Er scowled and slapped the young man hard: "Who are you to blame! Didn't I tell you what the immortal does? No one of you is allowed to enter this yard!"

This slap was so forceful that the young man was knocked to the ground and spat out bloody foam.

"Ahem...Second Madam...yes...she is back..."

Mrs. Mu Er was even angrier: "No one who comes back can interrupt the Immortal's casting of spells!"

A crisp voice with a smile came from Yueyue's door: "Oh? What if it's me?"

The visitors were none other than Jiang Fuyuan and Zhong Liefeng.

Jiang Fuyuan showed a gentle smile: "Hello everyone."

Mrs. Mu Second, Mrs. Mu Third:! ! !

"Ghost! Ghost!" The two of them screamed at the same time.

Jiang Fuyuan frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "Have you ever seen such a beautiful ghost?"

Xiaopang silently complained: "Master, you said before that you were ordinary."

[Under the contrast of being extremely ugly, ordinary things can become beautiful. 】

Fatty: ...

Mrs. Mu Er and Mrs. Mu huddled together, trembling fingers pointing in the direction of Jiang Fuyuan: "You... how dare you show up in the daytime..."

Doesn’t it mean that ghosts are afraid of sunlight and won’t appear during the day?
Or...she has evolved into a fierce ghost who is not afraid of the sun? ?

Thinking of this possibility, Mrs. Mu Er turned her head and shouted to the yellow-robed Taoist priest: "She is the Immortal! You must make her soul fly away!"

Zhong Lianfeng turned sideways with a sullen face. The tall figure immediately protected Jiang Fuyuan firmly behind him. With a twist of his wrist, a sword in his sleeve that shone with cold light slid out and pointed directly in the direction of the yellow-robed Taoist priest.

Taoist priest in yellow robe:...

He is just making a living, there is no need to use real swords and guns, right?

Relying on his experience in the world, he slowly said: "I think there may be some misunderstanding here... This... uh, girl, she has..."

The yellow-robed Taoist priest was about to say that there was a shadow under her feet, whether it was a human or not a ghost, but Jiang Fuyuan revealed half of his face from behind Zhong Liefeng, and said with a strange smile: "Giggle, giggle... Come on, come and hit me..."

"Otherwise I will come and ask for my life~"

(End of this chapter)