Ancient holy beasts in the wealthy

When the woman heard that she had done good deeds and her son came back, she couldn't help but shed tears of gratitude.

The middle-aged man is Tang Qizhong, the president of Tang Ran Group. He and his wife have been married for more than ten years and have always been harmonious and loving, and rarely blush.

His wife is gentle and decent, Tang Qizhong loves his wife very much, and his career and family are both successful. The only regret for the two is that they have not been able to have their own blood for more than ten years.That is, half a month ago, his wife suddenly began to have nightmares, and often heard strange laughter.

"Evil babies won't come to you for no reason. Did you ask some evil god?" Gong Ping thought about it.

Tang Qizhong shook his head: "We all go to formal Taoist temples to worship."

Feng Shu took off his digital glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose: "That means you bought something strange, or someone gave you some dirty things."

Tang Qizhong was stunned, his expression suddenly changed, "Yes! My partner gave me tiger-toed shoes."

Feng Shu nodded, found a foldable black box, quickly disassembled it and turned it into a convenient small computer, put the small computer on the table, projected the screen on the wall, clicked on the light-screen keyboard, clicked tick-tock, and projected in a short while The cute red 'tiger shoes' appeared.

"Yes! That's it! But the color is different, and the tiger head is also a little different." Tang Qizhong said anxiously.

His wife tugged at Tang Qizhong's sleeve: "I have photos in my phone."

When Tang Qizhong heard this, he hurriedly took out his wife's mobile phone and searched for the masters. After a while, he found a photo of the child's shoes.

"The partner said it was praying for a son, and that's it." Tang Qizhong gritted his teeth.

"These are not tiger-toed shoes, but ghost shoes. Tiger-toed shoes are nine out of ten, and these have thirteen holes. They are funeral objects for babies who have died."

Tang Qizhong's expression turned ugly.

Tang Qizhong and his wife invited the master to practice at home, and cast their eyes on Xin Zhu eagerly.

Wanting a computer, Xin Zhu didn't want to stay still, thought for a while and carved a mark on Tang Qizhong's forehead with his sword finger.

His forehead was hot.

Tang Qizhong stroked his forehead in confusion: "Master, what is this?"

Xin Zhu: "The curse can be broken by touching the head to the toe of the shoe."

"Could this be a talisman? All evil will not invade?" Tang Qizhong's excited face muscles tightened as if twitching, and he made random gestures.

This picture of being hit by the lottery is not at all like the calm and sophisticated president of Tang Corporation in the mall.

Xin Zhu nodded.

His flame can burn everything in the world, and evil things cannot get close.

"Okay, master!" Tang Qizhong pressed his hot forehead, like a god possessed, his confidence immediately swelled.

Tang Qizhong hesitated for a moment, then said cautiously: "Master, I want to ask for a peace talisman, my wife is possessed by evil spirits..."

"Let me draw a mildew-washing talisman for you. Seven grains of rice and a handful of salt can be transformed into a talisman to wash your body for seven consecutive days." After finishing speaking to Mr. Tang, Xin Zhu stretched out her white and tender paws to Gong Ping: "The cinnabar yellow paper Borrow it."

Xinzhu draws symbols in one stroke, flying dragons and phoenixes, cinnabar travels on the yellow paper, and the tail of the pen is pressed into a triangle and handed to Tang Qizhong.

Gong Ping: "..."

This person draws amulets without training his heart and swearing to the gods, nor does he purify his body and mouth, and he doesn't even order the five mantras, he simply does whatever he wants.

But it worked.

How did you do it?

Tang Qizhong picked it up like a baby, as if he was holding a family heirloom, "Wipe it when you get home!"

As for the follow-up of Tang Qizhong's final payment, Xin Zhu lightly pointed it out to Feng Shu: ask him.

Xin Zhu said to his apprentice, "Half the percentage is for you."

Feng Shu was overwhelmed by being hit on the head by 500 million suddenly.

Master trusts me so much and treats me so well, I have to honor him well, isn't it just a mobile phone, Master will give it to him if he wants it.

"Change the clarinet." After all, Xin Zhu still wanted a modern equipment.

Feng Shu's smile froze: "..."

Not impressed at all.

Master, the gun|cannon injector is absolutely constipating after eating it!

Although the 500 million is a sure-fire profit, Fengshu still tactfully rejects Master for the sake of Master's health.

System: "Don't even think about the host, this is a world where certificates are seen everywhere. You know, not to mention that strictly regulated weapons require special certificates, even driving a car requires a driver's license, a doctor must have a medical license, and a teacher must have a teaching qualification A Taoist priest must have a Taoist certificate."

Xin Zhu's expression was dignified and her eyes were distracted.

System: "It's okay, the original owner has an ID card, which proves that you are an individual."

Xin Zhu: "..."

In a society ruled by law, it is almost impossible for people to do it.

The follow-up was left to group leader Zheng and the two young Taoist priests. Feng Shu threw the thief to the group leader and took his master to forage.

Xin Zhu's plates had to be placed more than a dozen layers to be considered full, and she wiped her mouth contentedly.

Modern food, mellow, sweet and glutinous, very refreshing.

Feng Shu's gaze straightened.

In order to give Master a good impression, he found a restaurant with the highest standard in the vicinity, and the meal was a small one hundred thousand.

The system is tired: the host should be an individual, in various senses.

Looking at the satisfied Xin Zhu, Feng Shu mustered up his courage: "Master, can I go and see my friend this afternoon?"

"Canker Curse?" Xin Zhu glanced at him.

Feng Shu nodded, two pinches of hope were still burning in his gloomy eyes.

"It was me who was lying on the bed and enduring the pain, damn it." Feng Shu's tongue was bitter, and he lowered his eyes.

Feng Shu fell into pain and blamed himself, but today was different, finally he had hope.

Xin Zhu stared at him for a long time: "You..."

Feng Shu held his breath.

"The red luan star moves." Xin Zhu paused every word, "but the luck of the heirs is not good, and it is difficult to have children."

Feng Shu: "...?!"

One sentence completely dispelled the guilt surging in his heart, leaving only the shock of "the bad news that he is about to leave the order but may lose his children and grandchildren".

Following the apprentice into the hospital for the second time, the VIP ward this time was not so strict.

I don't know if it is fate, Xin Zhu saw the little girl holding the fruit basket again.

Feng Shu stood at the door, his fingertips trembling slightly as he touched the doorknob.

Xin Zhu patted him on the back.

It seemed like a light slap, but it was like a heavy hammer weighing on the top of Mount Tai.

Feng Shu was caught off guard and ran into the ward with an indecent posture, and his loud voice caught the attention of the nurses and Zhou Xingrang.

As soon as he entered the room, he was greeted by a foul stench.

The friend who was barely a person on the bed tilted his head with difficulty, and the exposed skin was covered with dense sores.

Fortunately, Feng Shu and Xin Zhu did not have trypophobia.

Zhou Xingrang, who was out of shape, suffered severe pain obviously, but there was no resentment in his eyes.

Seeing Feng Shu, a gleam of joy overflowed from those dim eyes.

Barely opening his mouth, Zhou Xingrang tried his best to pronounce the monosyllable "shu".

Feng Shu's eye sockets turned red.

With sobs, he took a step forward and carefully held up the bandaged hand: "I'm sorry, I'm late."

"No." Zhou Xing let a trace of mist fill his eyes, and felt a little disappointed that his wish had been fulfilled.

Before the end of his life, he can see Feng Shu again, and he is satisfied.

"It's all my fault for causing you to become like this." Feng Shu burst into tears, and suddenly he forced out a smile: "Don't be afraid, I will save you!"

"My master is very powerful, he can save you!" Feng Shu looked at Xin Zhu earnestly and trustingly.

Xin Zhu: "..."

He did not agree to save people.

Feng Shu pulled it from his wrist, and handed over the convenient computer with both hands: "Master, apprentice knows your hard work, so you can use this to play."

Xin Zhu took the computer, and swallowed it into his mouth under Feng Shu's clear and Zhou Xingrang's shocked eyes.

"Uh." Zhou Xingrang spat out a byte.

"He Luoyu in Qiaoshui has one head and ten bodies, but this disease is over." Xin Zhu said.

Feng Shu nodded, then his eyes widened suddenly: "Wait a minute, what Luoyu? Qiaoshui? Isn't this the Qiaoming Mountain in the Classic of Mountains and Seas?"

Xin Zhu nodded, with a childish face.

Feng Shu almost knelt down to Master: "Master, where can I find He Luoyu? The Classic of Mountains and Seas has become a legend."

A fish with ten bodies, unless the gene is mutated, the whole world doesn't have it.

Xin Zhu was silent.I thought that there were monsters to complement his world, but this is indeed a new world.

"No, Master." Feng Shu was about to cry.

Having hope only to find out it's just a mirage is not even as good as despairing all the time.

The apprentice's neck was suffocated, and his eyes were full of tears, but Fan Xinzhu's belief would collapse when he shook his head, he thought for a while and opened his mouth.

He spat out a He Luo fish.

vomit!out!Come!up?

Feng Shu: "..." Master, are you still ojbk!

"Fish meat is taken internally, and the scales and bones are ground into powder and applied externally." Xin Zhu pinched the head of the fish, controlling the slightest spark.

Even so, the fish could not withstand the high temperature of Mars and became mushy.

Feng Shu looked at the black lump, unable to say anything.The taste is heavy, but for the sake of friends, dry it!

"Master, thank you!" Feng Shu didn't dare to think how long the legendary He Luoyu had stayed in Master's belly.

In other words, he didn't even dare to think about his master's age and ability.

*******

Villa No. 47, Emerald Valley Community.

A heroic man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and made a phone call. The top button of his spotless white shirt was untied, making him look uninhibited.

Yan Youjiu is a quarter of European mixed blood, with broad shoulders and legs nearly 1.9 meters long, with deep and three-dimensional facial features, standing upright like a handsome god.

The long and narrow red phoenix eyes are not the dark brown of Asians, but pure black, bottomless black.

"Haven't you found it yet?" Yan Youjiu's voice was deep and magnetic, and his bony fingers pointed on the glass, making a crisp "ding" sound.

"Keep looking." Yan Youjiu hung up the phone, and looked at the next door with eyes that could detect all illusions in the world.

"Master, Master Zhu is back!" The butler happily knocked on the door.

Yan Youjiu looked sideways.

"Master Zhu is on the first floor." The butler pondered for a moment: "However, Master Zhu is different."

Where is it different? It's a big change.

But it must be a good thing.

"Master Zhu seems to be recovering!" said the housekeeper.

"Oh?" Yan Youjiu glanced at the villa next door, squinted and went downstairs.

Xin Zhu with exquisite eyebrows and eyes was sitting on the sofa, her usually dull and lifeless eyes were bright and black, like the stars of the night and the jewels of the sea.

Xin Zhu raised his head when he heard the footsteps, and inadvertently crashed into the unfathomable deep pool, but the pair of black pupils that made people palpitate and dare not look directly did not bring a sense of oppression to Xin Zhu.His beautiful brows were raised and his eyes narrowed in confusion.

"Nether Qi?" Xin Zhu didn't see a trace of Yin Qi, but he saw a huge purple ball floating towards him.

The person who had a contract with the original body was wrapped in purple air and formed into a ball.

Yan Youjiu walked down the stairs, staring at him deeply.

System: "Oh, it's your husband!"

For a moment, the two saw surprise and doubt in each other's eyes.

The atmosphere was unprecedentedly stagnant.

After a while, when the housekeeper felt that something was wrong, Yan Youjiu and Xin Zhu spoke at the same time.

"Little mentally handicapped, are you bewitched?"

"You are a male?"