The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 35: The Wandering Ghost Must Be Killed
The general was so angry that he came out to do some sneaky things. The woman didn't do her job well at home, but instead made trouble for herself. If she wants to die, don't drag her to be buried with her.

What on earth did she do to herself? Doesn't she know that when one prospers, all prosper, and when one suffers, all suffer?

Lang Jiuchuan grabbed the talisman pen and pressed it to the spiritual platform: "The body is golden, covering my body, the golden light will appear quickly, lead the soul back to the palace, command."

A faint golden light flashed from the talisman pen, and Lang Jiuchuan's weak soul floated back into her body. In an instant, she opened her empty eyes, her chest rose and fell slightly, her ears and eyes were dizzy, and her hands and feet trembled slightly.

So weak!

Need to take supplements.

Lang Jiuchuan, who was lying motionless on the ground, tried to grab Jiang Che's power without thinking.

Jiang Che, who just felt his consciousness regained stability and had no time to catch his breath, said: "!"

This robber.

"I advise you to stop!" Jiang Che threatened sinisterly in Lingtai.

Lang Jiuchuan said weakly: "I'll borrow some first and return it to you next time."

I was so angry that I laughed. What the hell is there to pay back?

Lang Jiuchuan said: "I need to enter a state of meditation to repair myself, please come back quickly."

As she spoke, she ignored Jiang Che, climbed onto the bed, lay down, closed her eyes, and entered a state of meditation.

General: “…”

Why does the feeling of punching cotton feel so infuriating?

No one knew what was happening in the hut in Lang Jiuchuan, and Cui almost had a heart attack after hearing Jianlan's report.

Nanny Cheng kept trying to comfort her: "It was hectic enough when you gave birth. You risked your life for it, so it's possible that you made mistakes."

Cui waved her hands, closed her eyes, and couldn't utter a word.

Upon seeing this, Nanny Cheng said no more and just sighed.

This person is stuck in a dead end. Even if someone pulls her out, she has to be willing to come out. Now that all the facts are in front of her, it all depends on what Cui thinks.

If she really doesn't want to leave, then the relationship between mother and daughter will be over.

After all, Lang Jiuchuan has already given the choice, otherwise Jianlan would not have responded so sincerely.

Cui turned her back, put her fist to her lips, and tears rolled down her eyes.

The Lang family did not pay much attention to the troubles of the mother and daughter in the second house, but there were many outsiders who were secretly paying attention to the funeral of the Lang family.

Five hundred miles away from Wujing, there is a manor with mountains and water views, elegantly named Xunxianwu. It covers an area of one hundred acres and is shaped like the Tai Chi Yin Yang Bagua. Vitality flows around the manor, making it quiet and peaceful.

In the main house with carvings of dragons and paintings of phoenixes, a noble lady with a graceful temperament and wearing a brocade skirt with twined flowers received the news from Wujing. She frowned, looked solemn, and hurriedly left the main house and came to an ancient single-family Zen temple.

In the courtyard, a little boy in a black robe saw her, reported to the inside, and then led her inside.

"Why are you so alarmed?"

Inside the house, a middle-aged man with a purple jade hairpin in a bun and a purple robe embroidered with the Eight Diagrams was reading a scroll of scriptures, with some divination coins placed beside him. He glanced at the woman nonchalantly. The woman looked respectful and bowed to him before handing over the message in her hand, saying, "Master, there is news from Wujing that the ninth girl of the Lang family has returned home to attend the funeral."

Langjiu, it is clear that he is dead and cannot die any more, how could he possibly go back to attend the funeral?
The middle-aged man was startled, took the note, glanced at it, and immediately threw it into the Buddha's hand brush-washing jade bowl on the table, saying nonchalantly: "I don't know where this little ghost came from, he just got Qiao'er's body to revive, why panic."

The woman frowned and said, "But I feel a little uneasy. What if..."

"What if? Don't you know if it's a ghost possessing you?"

The woman lowered her head in silence, a hint of coldness flashed across her eyes. When she looked up again, she still had that gentle and kind face, and smiled faintly, "I was overthinking."

That person is naturally a wandering ghost. After all, she is the real owner, and her soul has been brought back by someone. There is no possibility of escape.

"Master, have we dealt with the Lang family?" The woman pretended to be angry and said, "A mere lonely ghost took over a body and forced himself to stay in the world of the living. Heaven and earth cannot tolerate it. In order to prevent it from causing trouble to the world, we should kill the evil and return to Qingming."

The middle-aged man looked at her for a long while, until beads of sweat appeared on the woman's forehead, then he withdrew his gaze and said nonchalantly: "You decide. She deserved to die. She messed up her reincarnation cycle. It was her own fault that her soul was scattered."

The woman's eyes flickered: "Yes."

"There's no need to tell Xuan'er about this. She is at a critical moment." The middle-aged man said again.

The woman quickly responded, "Don't worry, such trivial matters will naturally not be reported to her."

The middle-aged man stopped talking and waved his hand, and the woman retreated. After she left, he glanced at the coin on the table and touched it with his fingers, but he didn't know what he thought of and shook his head.

There are not so many gifted children in this world. In their family, there are more than 200 bloodlines, but they only have one pure Taoist root, which enables them to truly seek the Tao and slay demons and evil spirits, and reach the nine heavens.

It's just a coincidence.

The middle-aged man picked up the scripture again and carefully comprehended the Taoist meaning contained in it.

The noble lady walked out of the Zen temple, paused slightly, and looked towards the lush mountain in the distance on the left, her eyes gentle and full of pride.

Who can compare to her son?

The noble lady retracted her gaze and looked towards the west again, her expression cold and her nails digging deeply into her palms.

No matter what kind of ghost it is, walking in the world with that face is an eyesore to her and she cannot let it stay.

No one can stand in the way of her Xuan'er, not even that bitch.

The noble lady returned to the main house under the respectful gazes of all the servants. As soon as she sat down, she saw her trusted nanny come in with a valuable velvet box in her hand. The noble lady glanced at it, but she was not surprised. She asked calmly, "Who sent it?"

"It was the young lady from the third house. She said that she got this top-quality ginseng by chance and sent it specially to the young master for nourishment." The trusted nanny said as she opened the velvet box. Inside was a complete top-quality ginseng tied with a red thread.

The noble lady was quite satisfied and said, "She is much better at dealing with people than my third brother's wife before."

The trusted nanny smiled and said, "Everyone in the family respects our young master, except that ignorant and arrogant person. What happened? He has an unrighteous heart and cannot even give birth to a child... This old servant is too talkative."

The noble lady said, "Go get the amulet that Xuan'er drew earlier and give it to her."

"The young lady must be very happy." The trusted nanny looked at her with envy and gave a few sweet compliments.

The noble lady was coaxed into smiling even more and said, "Alright, old man, this is the only one who can talk. Go and call Fang Quan. I have something to tell him."

The confidant nanny felt nervous and didn't dare to ask more questions. She nodded and retreated. She stood in the corridor for a while, wondering which blind person was going to get into trouble again?
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　　(End of this chapter)