The real daughter of the group pet is actually a Taoist boss

"It's you! The trick you used to hide my eyes!" Song Zhinan rushed over angrily, and was swept away by a cloud of dust when he was about to be old.

An invisible air flow rushed over, and Song Zhinan fell backwards.

Chu Luo reached out, grabbed Song Zhinan's shoulder, and stabilized him.

Unexpectedly, the old man narrowed his sharp eyes, looked Chu Luo up and down, and smiled contemptuously.

Song Chenyi also sneered, and made a gesture of invitation to the old Taoist, "Master Pingyang, please."

Taoist Pingyang walked in arrogantly.

Song Zhinan snorted coldly, saying, "Sister Luo...no, Master Chu please."

He also made a gesture of please.

As soon as he entered the living room of the Song family, he saw dozens of Song family members gathered in the living room.

Song Yunqing and his wife were talking to the people next to them with cold faces when they saw Song Zhinan and Chu Luo walking in.

Both of their faces changed.

Song Yunqing strode over and scolded Song Zhinan in a low voice, "Didn't I tell you? Don't bother Luo Luo with this matter. This is our family's business."

"Luo Luo, you just came back from the program group, you should have a good rest." Xing Ziqing looked at Chu Luo distressedly, "You've lost weight, did you not eat well? I heard that the directors of variety shows are not humane, and they are very harsh on what they eat and drink." .”

Chu Luo shook his head, "Director Qiao is not harsh on us when it comes to eating and drinking."

Also, she wasn't skinny.

"Aunt Xing!" Cheng Yuan happily greeted Xing Ziqing.

When Song Miaomiao went to the Song family, they all went with her.

Xing Ziqing treats all of them like the younger generation, and loves them very much.

Xing Ziqing was also very happy to see Cheng Yuan, and took her hand, completely ignoring the cold touch of the tentacles, "Yuan is here too!"

The three of them were having fun here, while Song Yunqing trained Song Zhinan to lower his eyebrows and raise his eyes.

"Okay." Xing Ziqing pulled Song Yunqing back, "Since Luo Luo is here, let's stop talking about it."

Xing Ziqing spoke, and Song Yunqing immediately put away the anger on his face, "Aren't I afraid that this kid will disturb Luoluo?"

It's one thing to have a good relationship, it's another to invite people casually.

"Isn't this Chu Luo?"

"A master who is very popular on the Internet recently?"

"Is it real, or hype?"

The Song family whispered, and Song Yunqing led Chu Luo to the door of Song Yuntai's bedroom.

He whispered: "Luo Luo, you can save him if you want, and you don't have to force yourself if you don't want to."

"Ah."

In the bedroom, Song Chenyi was sitting by the bed, spitting all over the place, "Dad, you don't even know how powerful Master Pingyang is."

"Dad, do you still remember what happened to the Huang family? It was Master Pingyang who came forward at that time."

"There is also the Bai family in Kucheng, who also invited Master Pingyang."

He counted the strengths of Taoist Pingyang, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Chu Luo and the two who walked in, "Dad, Master Pingyang is not comparable to those Internet celebrities."

Before entering the bedroom, Chu Luo smelled a strong smell of decay. In her eyes, the whole bedroom exuded a strong yin.

If it wasn't for Song Yuntai's appearance as a living person, she would have thought that the person living in this bedroom was a dead person.

Song Yuntai was leaning against the head of the bed, his face was thin and his eyes were sunken. He and Song Yunqing were of the same generation, but they seemed to be decades older.

"Brother, is this Master Chu?"

Song Yunqing nodded, "Master Chu Luochu."

"Yo, Master. At such a young age, I'm not afraid to show my tongue." Song Chenyi sarcastically said, "What are your abilities? You have done rituals for those families, tell me!"

"Shut up." Before Chu Luo could speak, Song Yuntai scolded his son.

He spoke weakly, and coughed violently several times as soon as he finished speaking.

It seems that the next second is going to recite it.

Taoist Pingyang walked over directly, kneading the formula with one hand and sweeping away the floating dust with the other, chanting a mantra.

Song Yuntai, who was still coughing violently, gradually stopped coughing and his breathing became much easier.

Song Chenyi was pleasantly surprised: "Dad, you saw it! Master Pingyang is really powerful, unlike some Internet celebrities..."

Song Yunqing: "Chenyi, it was your father who asked me to invite Master Chu here, please respect me."

Song Chenyi: "...you want to divide the family property."

His voice was very low, but everyone in the room heard it.

Song Yunqing was about to speak when there was a knock on the bedroom door, and the housekeeper walked in, "Master, all the masters invited by Miss Young Master have come."

Behind him, there are six or seven people.

There are Taoist priests in blue-gray Taoist robes, monks in cassocks, priests in black and crosses, and voodoo girls in national costumes...

They were all standing at the door, and their expressions were not very good-looking.

In Xuanmen, it is the rule to do one thing without labor and two masters.

Like the Song family, it is a big taboo to invite everyone here.

Master Song Yuntai didn't know, so he just let them all come in, the housekeeper asked the servants to move the chairs, and everyone sat around the bed.

Chu Luo sat on the right, reached for the Pu'er brought by the servant, and took a sip.

"I can solve this matter by myself. Mr. Song, what do you mean by inviting so many people?" Taoist Pingyang asked with a frown.

Song Yuntai said frankly: "It's not that I don't trust the masters, but that there are many people and strength. I just hope that this matter can be resolved as soon as possible."

The Gu girl had colorful talismans painted on her face. Hearing this, she got a little angry and snorted coldly, "After all, don't you just not believe that we can do it alone? I won't take this job. "

She stood up to go.

Taoist priests and priests also stood up, ready to get up and leave.

"Mr. Song, one thing about Taoist rules does not bother two masters."

"Mr. Song, I'm sorry."

The three of them got up to leave, except for Chu Luo, Taoist Pingyang and the old monk who sat quietly, almost everyone else stood up and prepared to leave.

Seeing that they were about to leave, Song Yuntai didn't panic, but just waved to the housekeeper.

The butler immediately said: "Everyone wait a moment."

After a while, he came in with a few servants, who opened the boxes with a swish.

Five boxes full of cash were laid out in front of him.

"Several masters, here is 500 million in cash, it's just a deposit. As long as anyone can solve this matter, I will give another 500 million."

Several people who were about to leave looked at each other.

Two minutes later, the person who was about to leave quietly returned to the chair and sat down again, drinking tea with an unfathomable face.

It's not that they have no integrity, but that the other party has given too much.

Song Yuntai didn't let this embarrassing scene last for too long, he directly told his story.

Half a month ago, Song Yuntai came back from a business trip in Sucheng, thinking that he once had an old friend who was buried in Sucheng, so he drove to worship the old man by himself.

On the way back to the city, the car suddenly turned off. When he got out of the car to check the car, he heard a child talking on the side of the road.

When he saw it, it turned out to be five children, all of them were boys, of different ages, and they looked at him eagerly.