The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 367 Ignore the Dog Skin Plaster
The carriage hit a person, the horse was frightened and neighed, and the driver had to stop it abruptly, causing the carriage to shake.

Lang Jiuchuan, holding onto the carriage wall with one hand, showed no sign of panic and asked, "What happened?"

The coachman didn't speak, but the guard named Lin Feng, whom Zuo Yan had sent to accompany Lang Jiuchuan, said, "Master, don't panic. Someone just ran out and bumped into our carriage."

Perhaps because of his host family, his tone showed no sign of panic at the fact that he had bumped into someone, and the other person had flown backwards and crashed into him on their own, not on their own.

Lang Jiuchuan didn't ask any more questions, but soon she heard a voice that was both unfamiliar and somewhat familiar, and couldn't help but lift the front curtain of the carriage to look out.

"I am a Taoist priest from the Maoshan Sect, and now I am a Taoist priest worshipped by the Feng family. I am good at catching ghosts and fighting. You might as well ask around and see if I, Taoist Yice, would cheat you?" The voice said loudly, "Your heavenly court is covered with dark clouds and you are surrounded by yin energy. You are clearly haunted by a ghost. If this ghost is not eliminated, you will surely die."

"Damn charlatan! I'm protected by the Rong family's magical artifacts. What demons or monsters dare to come near me? Get lost! If you don't leave, I'll beat you to death!" Another arrogant voice cursed angrily.

Lang Jiuchuan lifted the curtain and looked out. Sure enough, he saw a Taoist priest wearing a patched robe lying on the ground. His face had obviously been punched, his hair was disheveled, some of the contents of his pouch were spilling out, and his robe was covered in dust.

She clicked her tongue and said, "Let's either go around them or take a detour."

Just as he was about to lower the curtain, Yi Ce, with his sharp eyes, saw her and his eyes lit up. He said, "Hey, if you don't believe me, ask her. She's also a cultivator. Her cultivation is only slightly higher than mine, but she can be considered to be even better."

Lang Jiuchuan flung the curtain aside and said, "Let's go!"

The coachman immediately urged the horse on, but Yi Ce was agile and leaped up, darting to the back of the carriage. He opened the door, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Lang Jiuchuan: "Fellow Daoist Qing Yi, we are truly destined to meet, what a coincidence!"

Yes, a tragic fate.

Yi Ce pretended not to see the disdain in her eyes and said, "Come down and give that person some pointers. He's clearly plagued by bad luck but doesn't believe me. You should teach him a lesson."

Lang Jiuchuan's eyelids twitched.

That Maoshan Taoist priest is really annoying.

The group of spoiled young men had already approached. One of them had a pale face and dark circles under his eyes, as if he were surrounded by a dark cloud.

He had a jade pendant hanging from his waist, but at this moment the jade pendant was stained with dark blood and had turned black, and had lost its magic power.

The protective jade amulet was of mediocre quality to begin with, but now that it's tainted with yin blood, it's become ineffective.

"Tell me quickly, did I see it wrong or not?" Yi Ce kept pestering her.

The young man stared at Lang Jiuchuan with a dark expression: "Are you in cahoots?"

"I don't know him well, I was just passing by." Lang Jiuchuan said calmly, "But what he said wasn't wrong, you are indeed plagued by bad luck. The jade talisman on your waist has broken its Dao pattern and lost its wonderful function. If you don't want to die, you should find someone to take care of it as soon as possible."

As she spoke, ignoring the man's expression, she lowered the carriage curtain, patted the carriage, and continued on her way.

He lifted a corner of the cheque to look at Yi Ce, who was smugly saying something, and said, "This Maoshan Taoist is like he's missing a screw. Is he really a disciple worshipped by the Feng family, or an enemy? He keeps mentioning the Feng family, and his words and actions seem to be smearing the Feng family."

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes darkened slightly. He closed his eyes and said, "Who cares? It's none of our business. Mind your own business."

Not long after, Lin Feng spoke from the carriage shaft: "Master, that Taoist priest is chasing after our carriage."

Lang Jiuchuan's face darkened: "Hurry up and urge the horses on, ignore him."

The horse ran swiftly. When they arrived at Tongtian Pavilion, Lang Jiuchuan looked at Yi Ce Dao Ren, who was panting heavily and collapsed on the ground, and the veins on his forehead throbbed a few times.

Like a stubborn plaster, it lingers and never goes away.

"What are you doing following me?" Lang Jiuchuan gritted his teeth. "Weren't you supposed to be exorcising ghosts and exorcising evil spirits for that kid?"

"Your car hit me, and you haven't paid for it yet. As for that guy, he doesn't believe me. I don't save idiots, so whatever." Yi Ce let out a burp while panting heavily; he was exhausted from running.

"You are a Taoist."

"Same here. The patriarch isn't necessarily a fool either. He'll come looking for me sooner or later. If not me, he'll come looking for you." Yi Ce said with a grin, "I gave him your shop's address. Fellow Daoist, am I good enough to patronize your business?"

Lang Jiuchuan made Lin Feng pay compensation, glared at Yi Ce, and said, "Don't follow me, or I'll kill you."

One strategy: "..."

He looked up and followed, but hesitated when he saw the plaque of Tongtian Pavilion. This place was probably a place where one would have to come out naked if they went in. What was she going in there for?
Lin Feng handed Yi Ce a money bag and said, "Leave quickly."

Yi Ce took it without any hesitation and stuffed it into his arms, asking, "Young man, I see that your love star is shining brightly, you're going to have a romantic encounter, but this is not a proper match. Be sure to stay away from women, or you might lose both your money and your love!"

Lin Feng: "!"

Yi Ce leaned closer and asked, "What brings Fellow Daoist Qing Yi here?"

"What's it to you? Get lost!" Lin Feng pulled his sword sheath out a little.

Yi Ce jumped away and squatted in the corner: "I've done some calculations and I think she'll need me. I'll wait here, it won't be a problem, right?"

A Piao caught up with Lang Jiuchuan, then looked at Yi Ce, who looked poor, outside the door, and asked, "Who is that scoundrel? What are you doing following him?"

"Don't bother with this quack." Lang Jiuchuan saw that he looked listless and asked, "What's wrong with you? You look like you've lost your mind."

The ghost said, "A young friend has gone missing. I've searched many places but haven't been able to find him. You've come at the right time; please help me look for him."

Lang Jiuchuan was somewhat surprised and asked, "A living person?"

A Piao nodded and said, "Did you see that Miaoliuju restaurant across the street? Their roast chicken is amazing. The one who's missing is the owner's youngest daughter. She's only twelve years old this year, and she's very pretty. She's been missing for three days, and we've searched everywhere but can't find her."

"Give me your birth date and time later so I can take a look." Lang Jiuchuan's eyes darted around, and he said, "Since you've invited me, you should pay me. I don't want silver, just give me the ready-made materials."

Ah Piao's face darkened: "Are we still friends? I never thought you were this kind of person!"

"Divination and fortune-telling are ways to glimpse the secrets of heaven, how can we not pay for it? One thing at a time." Lang Jiuchuan said, "It doesn't have to be much, just a few things: Longevity Fruit, Black Jade Tendon-Regenerating Liquid, Heavenly Stele Stone, White Jade Grass..."

Seeing that A Piao's face was getting darker and darker, Jiang Che couldn't stand it anymore. He jumped out and tugged at Lang Jiuchuan's sleeve: "Even if you're asking for a lot, there's a limit. That's enough. I'm afraid you'll never be able to enter the Tongtian Pavilion again."

Greed leads to poverty. Are these things meant to break the curse? They're clearly for personal gain!

(End of this chapter)