Wife is hell

Chapter 12 The Taoist Priest Was Excited
This sudden turn of events left the Taoist priests completely bewildered.

They were all dumbfounded and frozen in place.

"Why are you so dazed!"

Just as the woman was about to be tackled by her crazed son, Jiang Mu rushed forward and kicked the young scholar hard in the stomach, sending him tumbling away.

"Press him down!"

Jiang Mu shouted sternly.

The two burly men, still in shock, finally reacted and hurriedly pounced on the book again, using all their strength to pin the frantically struggling scholar to the ground.

Jiang Mu strode over to the pale-faced young Taoist priest and snatched the cinnabar pen and the stack of brand-new yellow paper from his hand.

The Taoist priest was still in a state of great shock and self-doubt, muttering to himself in a daze:
"How could this be... how could it not work? It's the same brushstroke technique... that's how Master taught me... why... where did I go wrong?"

Jiang Mu ignored him, dipped his brush tip in deep red cinnabar, and wrote with the speed of the wind, his brushstrokes flowing like dragons and snakes.

In just a few breaths, a talisman with flowing strokes and a profound structure was drawn.

He picked up the newly drawn talisman, walked up to the suppressed scholar, ripped open the scholar's shirt, and slapped the talisman directly onto his chest.

The moment the talisman was affixed, a halo of clear light seemed to ripple outwards.

The young scholar, who had been roaring incessantly, trembled, the crimson in his eyes quickly faded, and after uttering a few unconscious murmurs, his head lolled to the side and he fell into a deep sleep.

The room was silent, save for the heavy breathing of the group.

Witnessing this scene firsthand, the Taoist priest was completely dumbfounded, his mouth agape, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

Jiang Mu tossed the cinnabar brush back onto the table and instructed the woman:
"Keep this talisman on for three days, and do not touch or get it wet during this time. Remove the talisman at noon after three days. After that, let your son get plenty of sunshine every day and rest for a while, and he will be fine."

After saying that, he didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

This scholar has been possessed by an evil spirit for a month, so he obviously cannot be the murderer who committed the crime recently.

There is no need to investigate further.

After Jiang Mu left, the young Taoist priest was still in a daze, staring blankly at the talisman on the scholar's chest.

This talisman... it's drawn so beautifully!

He had studied at Chongtian Temple for several years and had seen his master and fellow disciples draw countless talismans, but he had never seen such freehand and elegant, naturally formed cloud seal script.

At first glance, it seems to bear some resemblance to his previous drawings.

However, the connection of brushstrokes and the flow of Daoist charm are worlds apart, completely incomparable.

"Immortal... Immortal Master,"

The woman looked at her sleeping son on the ground, swallowed hard, and asked cautiously, "What should we do next? My son should be alright now, right?"

"Huh? You ask me?"

The young Taoist priest blinked, looking bewildered. "I...I don't know either."

He suddenly realized something and rushed out of the house.

But when she ran outside the courtyard, the long street was deserted, and there was no trace of Jiang Mu to be seen. She was filled with regret and beat her chest in despair: "Ahhh! How could I have let him go!"

"You brat, what are you yelling about here for?!"

A shout suddenly came from behind, startling the Taoist priest.

"Master?"

The Taoist priest turned around and saw that it was his master, Taoist Wenhe. He was surprised and said, "Didn't you say you had something to do today and wouldn't be coming?"

"I came here specifically to check on you because I was worried you might make a mistake."

The portly Taoist priest Wenhe blew his nose, wiped it on the sole of his shoe, and asked irritably, "Has Young Master Shen's 'evil-suppressing talisman' been replaced? How is he now?"

The Taoist priest named Xiao Hai quickly said:
“Master, Young Master Shen’s condition has worsened. I drew two talismans, but they were useless. Then…then a constable from the yamen came by, casually drew a talisman and stuck it on, and Young Master Shen just…just fell asleep…”

"What!?"

Before Xiao Hai could finish speaking, Master Wenhe's expression changed drastically.

"Nonsense! You think you can just let anyone scribble on talismans like that? This is utter nonsense! It could kill someone!!"

Master Wenhe was both shocked and furious, and rushed into the house.

Inside the room, two burly men and a woman who were preparing to carry Young Master Shen to the bed saw the highly respected Taoist Master Wenhe from Chongtian Temple appear and immediately bowed respectfully.

Master Wenhe spotted the talisman on Young Master Shen's chest at a glance. His fat face instantly turned ashen. He rushed to the bedside in a few steps, raising his hand to tear off the talisman to prevent a major disaster.

But just as his fingers were about to touch the talisman, he suddenly froze.

"This is……"

He stared intently at the talisman on his chest, its strokes flowing smoothly and its Daoist essence perfectly natural, his brows furrowed tightly.

As he watched, his eyes gradually widened.

His pupils contracted in shock.

Master Wenhe shuddered as if struck by lightning.

He rubbed his eyes hard to make sure he wasn't seeing things, then practically leaned over Young Master Shen, greedily examining every stroke and line of the talisman, his voice trembling:

"This...this...how is this possible?"

"How can this be!?"

"This is the real 'Suppressing Evil Talisman'! This is the most complete 'Suppressing Evil Talisman'!"

"No wonder those key strokes passed down in the temple could never be connected, no wonder it always felt like half of the charm was missing... So that's how it is!"

He reached out to touch the writing on the talisman, but was afraid of desecrating this "miracle." He was so excited that he trembled, and his fat jiggled.

The woman and the two burly men standing nearby were completely bewildered.

The woman, in particular, looked very strange as she watched the Taoist priest "moving" on her son.

If the other party hadn't been the highly respected Taoist Master Wenhe, they probably would have kicked him out as a pervert long ago.

"Xiaohai! Xiaohai!"

Master Wenhe shouted excitedly.

Xiao Hai quickly stepped forward: "Master, your disciple is here."

This was the second time he had seen his master lose his composure like this.

The first time was many years ago when his master secretly took him to a brothel to "preach," and they were caught red-handed by his master's wife.

Master Wenhe grabbed his disciple's collar, spitting as he excitedly asked, "Who?! Who is the master who drew this talisman? Quick! Take me to pay my respects!" Xiao Hai replied dryly, "I don't know, he's just a yamen runner."

"Snapped!"

Xiao Hai was slapped to the ground.

Master Wenhe, disregarding his image, straddled his disciple, grabbing his neck and shaking him violently.

"You blockhead! Don't you know to ask for the master's name? Don't you know to ask the master to leave his address? You yamen runner? Do you think your master is senile?"

"Cough cough... Master, Master, please calm down..."

Xiao Hai's eyes rolled back as he was being pinched, and he hurriedly said, "He was wearing a police uniform... We... we can search slowly in all the government offices in Yancheng or the nearby prefectures and counties..."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go find it right now!"

Master Wenhe disregarded all decorum and rushed out of the house like a rolling, fat cloud.

Xiao Hai hurried to catch up.

The three people inside were left staring at each other in bewilderment.

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After visiting two more suspects, Jiang Mu still hadn't made any substantial progress after a whole day of running around.

"Six companies have been eliminated, leaving only three. Uncle An said his intuition tells him the murderer is among these companies. So these three remaining companies are the ones we need to focus on investigating."

Jiang Mu did not doubt An Chenghu's intuition.

His experience in solving cases accumulated over the past two decades has earned him the reputation of "divine detective," a title that is by no means undeserved.

I returned home feeling a little tired, and my aunt was busy in the kitchen.

In the courtyard, besides the big white goose that Jiang Mu had been struggling with whether to "stew" or "braise," there was also a little one.

"Boss!"

Upon seeing Jiang Mu, the little creature darted over in a flash.

He was also waving a wooden sword in his hand.

"watch out!"

Before she could even reach Jiang Mu, she tripped over a stone and fell flat on her face with a "plop," the wooden sword in her hand flying out of her grasp.

Jiang Mu stepped over her expressionlessly, casually kicking aside the large white goose blocking his way, and asked:
Why didn't you do your homework at home today?

The little one pouted, wanting to cry, but when he saw the big white goose being kicked, he quickly got up, ran over, and lovingly picked up the big white goose.

Then he picked up the wooden sword, trotted over to Jiang Mu, his round face stern, and angrily confronted him:
"Boss, why won't you take me out to play? Am I not worthy of this heroine?"

The little girl was about seven or eight years old, and she wasn't even as tall as Jiang Mu's legs. Her two little buns were tied high with ribbons.

Her little face was round and chubby, full of baby fat, and it must have felt soft and bouncy to the touch.

And that's exactly what Jiang Mu did.

He pinched the little girl's pink cheeks with both hands and kneaded them from side to side.

Jiang Mu only let go when the little girl's big, blinking eyes filled with tears and her little mouth pursed as if she were about to launch a sonic attack.

Then, as if by magic, he produced a string of bright red candied hawthorns.

"Wow—uh?"

Upon seeing the candied hawthorns in front of her, the little girl's impending cry was instantly silenced.

She beamed and snatched the candied hawthorn:

"Thank you, boss."

Jiang Mu ruffled her hair and asked, "I heard from your older sister that your brother's chick went missing. Has he found it?"

"Oh, you mean Ah Kun?"

Shi Shuangsui generously picked a candied hawthorn and stuffed it into the big white goose's mouth, saying, "Not yet. Maybe it found out that its mother was eaten by that stupid stone, so it ran away from home."

Jiang Mu asked, somewhat amused, "Who told you that?"

"Big sister."

The little girl had a pair of large, clear eyes with very black pupils and a faint blue tinge to the whites of her eyes. She looked at people with an innocent and unguarded look.

"That old hen was eaten by that stupid stone. My older sister said she wanted to give him some brain-boosting nutrition, so even I didn't eat much, just two chicken legs and a chicken butt..."

Shi Shuangsui pouted, looking sad.

Jiang Mu couldn't resist pinching her bouncy cheeks again and said:
"Your brother will be coming to work at the government office with me from now on, so he won't have time to play with you anymore. You need to listen to your sister Yuzhu at home and do your homework diligently, okay?"

"No, I want to go to the yamen too!"

Upon hearing that she was about to be abandoned by the "organization," Shi Shuangsui was furious. She immediately clung to Jiang Mu's leg like an octopus.
"Why don't you take me with you when you go out to play? We've kowtowed to each other before, we share both good fortune and hardship."

"At your age, at this stage, how can you just think about playing? Have some ambition, okay? Studying hard is the most important thing you should be doing right now."

Jiang Mu tried to shake it off but failed, so he whistled at the big white goose.

Big White stretched out its long neck and started pecking at the little girl's upturned bottom.

"Whoaaah!"

The little girl cried out in pain and let go of his hand, staring at Jiang Mu with teary eyes, "Boss, you've changed."

Jiang Mu was too lazy to argue with her, so he grabbed her by the back of her collar and lifted her up like a kitten.

Just as he was about to casually throw it back into the neighbor's yard, he caught a glimpse of a familiar carriage parked at the gate.

A beautiful woman with a voluptuous and graceful figure and a cool and elegant demeanor is getting out of the carriage.

The woman alighted from the carriage, waved for the female guards to wait where they were, and then walked straight into the courtyard. As she walked, the fabric of her skirt stretched taut, outlining a large millstone, giving her an aura of authority.

"Ugh, just seeing this woman gives me a headache."

Jiang Mu muttered something under his breath, then casually placed the still struggling Shi Shuangsui behind him, straightened his clothes, stepped forward, and bowed, saying, "This humble servant greets the Commander."

Shi Shuangsui peeked out from behind Jiang Mu with her round little face, curiously sizing up the uninvited guest.

When her gaze fell on the beautiful woman's overly impressive... well, you know..., she subconsciously touched her own head, and her big eyes widened in shock.

Oh my god...

It's bigger than my head!
(End of this chapter)