Just as he was talking, Duan Congyan came down from the upstairs, and there was a cold aura that rejected people thousands of miles away.
Xie Bowen shouted politely: "Uncle Duan."
An unnatural look flashed across Meng Zezhi's face. He covered his lips and coughed lightly, "Let's eat!"
After speaking, he couldn't help but glance at Duan Congyan, the other party lowered his eyebrows, and the expression on his face was not very real.
Does this look angry
Meng Zezhi's heart throbbed subconsciously, and an absurd thought arose.
Ye Mo realized that something was not right in the atmosphere. Han Daqin and Xie Bowen didn't dare to speak, but silently finished breakfast with their bowls in their hands.
Then Duan Congyan's secretary arrived.
Seeing the scene where the secretary carefully restrained Duan Congyan, Han Daqin suddenly realized, he leaned close to Meng Zezhi's ear, his voice was not small, maybe he was trying to make Duan Congyan hear him, he said: " Uncle Xie, did you quarrel with Cong Yan?"
Meng Zezhi flipped through the newspaper for a while, as if thinking of something, the corner of his eyes fell on Duan Congyan, and said lightly, "If there is nothing, don't guess."
isn't it
Han Daqin looked at Meng Zezhi, looked at Duan Congyan, touched the top of his hair, and was suspicious.
Hearing this, Duan Congyan took a short breath, but his face was not obvious.
Meng Zezhi could clearly see a taste of gnashing his teeth in him.
He took a deep breath, knowing that his guess had come true.
But how could Duan Congyan fall in love with him
Because of this face
Or was it because of his meticulous care yesterday
Thinking of this, Meng Zezhi probably guessed the crux of the problem.
Maybe he thinks that because of guilt and other reasons, he needs to take the initiative to take the responsibility of taking care of Duan Congyan, but in Duan Congyan's eyes, it has become too caring.
For a while, Meng Zezhi didn't know what to say.
On the other side, the Hou Family Ancestral Hall.
"Master Hu?"
Hou Weiren is Hou Wanhua's grandfather. On his 90th birthday just last year, he has been the grandfather of the Hou family for decades. It is the first time that he has been humbled and small like this.
Hu Mingshan stretched out his hand to summon his young apprentice, took the towel in his hand to wipe the sweat on his face, then took the palm-sized purple sand pot and poured a sip of herbal tea, then said, "There is no problem with your ancestral hall."
Hou Weiren couldn't hide his urgency: "This ancestral tomb is fine, and there is no problem with the ancestral hall, so why does my family have so many things happen one after another?"
As the saying goes, the older a person is, the more he believes in these gods and strange things, and Hou Weiren is no exception.
"It's not a feng shui issue, it's a human order." Hu Mingshan frowned.
"Human?" Hou Weiren exclaimed in surprise, regained consciousness, his eyes were like torches, and confirmed: "You mean, someone is behind my Hou family?"
Hu Mingshan can't be too deadly at the moment: "Don't worry, these are just my guesses, but has your Hou family offended anyone recently?"
"It's impossible to offend people." Hou Weiren insisted: "My Hou family has always been kind to people."
The little apprentice standing beside Hu Mingshan pouted secretly, what is kind to others, they really thought they didn't know the details of the Hou family.
If it weren't for the remuneration that Hou Weiren promised was too generous, they didn't intend to get involved in this matter.
"Master, are you sure?" Hu Mingshan's tone was a little unkind. At this time, Hou Weiren was still thinking about covering up the scandal in his family.
"This—" Hou Weiren's face was slightly embarrassed. He couldn't make it clear that what he called being kind to others was actually coercing and enticing the weak and colluding with the powerful.
What's more, he has been busy with pleasure in the past few years, and he has not bothered much about family affairs, so it is really unclear whether the Hou family has offended anyone recently.
Hou Weiren turned to look at the Hou family behind him.
The Hou family members present all looked at each other and shook their heads.
On the contrary, the butler of the Hou family seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and his expression changed.
"What?" Hou Weiren noticed him: "You know?"
The butler nodded hesitantly.
"Speak." Hou Weiren pointed at him, full of anger.
"Hey," the butler said quickly, "Master, do you still remember three months ago, when Young Master Wan Hua was admitted to the hospital with a broken leg?"
"You mean that play?"
Hou Weiren remembered that although Hou Wanhua was not his favorite grandson, he was also the seed of his Hou family. The old man came to intercede and lost a lot of things. He had to strip the actor alive.
"Old man, you forgot, that Xie Bowen... that's the actor, his father was originally a fortune teller under the overpass." The housekeeper bowed and said, "When you heard that the young master of the Duan family got involved with him, he was a joke. Come past his house."
"Just that fake Taoist?" Hou Weiren was deeply suspicious.
"It's him, and the reason why Young Master Wan Hua was admitted to the hospital two days ago was because they were beaten by their father and son."
"What?" Hou Weiren frowned: "Why was no one told me about such an important thing?"
"At that time, the young master Wan Hua passed out and lost his mobile phone when he was running away with the people around him, so he was not able to notify the home immediately. Later, the young master (the one who was reported by his mistress) had an accident..."
That is the future head of the Hou family. Who can control Hou Wanhua when he happens to him.
"I've thought about it, and recently, it's the father and son of the Xie family who have had a bad relationship with our family."
"Just him?" Hou Weiren didn't believe it: "Could it be Duan Congyan's hands and feet behind his back?"
"This, I don't know." The butler replied.
"Master Hu?" Hou Weiren turned to look at Hu Mingshan.
Hu Mingshan frowned and said, "If that's the case, then there is only one way."
Hu Mingshan asked Hou Weiren for a room with the sun, and then asked someone to change the curtains to white.
He only saw him write the word 'Open' on the door with a cinnabar pen, wiped his eyebrows with water soaked in lychee leaves, and finally opened the window. God has decreed, let me channel, smash the gate of heaven, the nine apertures are bright, the sun and moon of heaven and earth will illuminate my body, open the door quickly, change my soul into a god, and hastily like the law.
The next moment, a white light shot out from his eyes, and a black vertical stripe appeared on the center of his forehead.
As soon as the eyes of the sky opened, Hu Mingshan immediately turned to look at Hou Weiren and others.
With the exception of a few people, the Hou family members who were present were covered in a haze. Looking at their stomachs, there was a large hole in their stomachs. It seemed that something was continuously impacting this big hole. Disrupted their aura.
"really."
Seeing Hu Mingshan's dignified look, Hou Weiren's heart tightened and he couldn't help but say, "Master Hu?"
"This is indeed man-made." Hu Mingshan said in a deep voice.
Hou Weiren's complexion changed drastically, and he said bitterly: "Master Hu, as long as you can help me get rid of this rat who harmed my Hou family behind my back, my Hou family will not hesitate to report."
Hu Mingshan gave him a deep look, neither agreeing nor rejecting, but said, "I will try my best."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and found a wooden box from the luggage. The wooden box contained nothing but a small paper figure.
"Master, lend you a few drops of blood."
Hou Weiren quickly stretched out his hand.
Hu Mingshan took a knife from his younger apprentice, slashed directly on Hou Weiren's thumb, and then soaked the whole little paper figurine with his blood.
At the end, he folded the little paper figurine into a piece of cardboard the size of a broad bean and handed it to Hou Weiren: "I'll be bothering you to swallow it, old man."
A look of disgust flashed in Hou Weiren's eyes, but he still took the cardboard and swallowed it.
Hu Mingshan immediately played the Sanqing bell, and it started to shake suddenly.
In the Duan family villa, Meng Zezhi was thinking about Duan Congyan's affairs when Han Daqin's exclamation suddenly came from his ear: "Uncle Xie, Uncle Xie, the sink—"
Meng Zezhi put down the newspaper and looked behind him.
I only saw a vortex suddenly rise on the water surface in the upper left corner of the sink. As the speed of the vortex became faster and faster, the candle figure sitting firmly in the center of the vortex exploded out of thin air, and a small paper figure popped out.
But in the blink of an eye, the little paper figurine jumped onto the coffee table and said politely, "I'll greet you at Hu Mingshan."
"This, this—" Han Daqin didn't even know what to say when he saw the astonishing scene in front of him.
Meng Zezhi's eyes narrowed slightly: "Does fellow Daoist Hu come from the Hou family?"
Seeing Meng Zezhi revealing his identity, the paper man immediately turned to face him: "This is Xie Guangsheng Xie Daochang!"
"Daoyou Hu came to the door simply to be a lobbyist for the Hou family, or did you do the ritual first and then the soldiers?" Meng Zezhi said slowly.
Hu Mingshan said quickly: "Of course it's a lobbyist, a lobbyist!"
…
"What?" Hou Weiren was shocked and asked repeatedly: "Master Hu, didn't you help me get rid of Xie Guangsheng?"
Hu Mingshan only said: "Old man, I learned Taoism when I was three years old, and it took more than 60 years of hard work to achieve today's achievements. It can be seen that it is not easy for a magician to practice. Therefore, unless the revenge of wives and children is killed, magicians generally do not easily fight with others. Because once you lose, it will be a worry for your life, even if you win by luck, you must know that you hurt the enemy by one thousand and lose eight hundred... So what I can do is to persuade Xie Guangsheng to let your family go."
Although he is greedy for money, he also knows what to do.
Mainly for the Hou family, offending a colleague is really not worth it.
Hou Weiren was furious and staring at the boss. When has his Hou family been so angry since the founding of the country.
Hu Mingshan looked displeased and said bluntly, "If you feel that doing this, old man, will damage the prestige of your Hou family, then please ask another Gao Ming."
Hu Mingshan's words were like a basin of cold water poured on Hou Weiren's forehead, and Hou Weiren's expression froze.
The Hou family is now in a precarious situation, does he still have a choice
Hou Weiren changed his attitude in an instant, he gritted his teeth secretly, and the big deal was that after the immediate crisis was resolved, he would find someone to slowly clean up that Xie Guangsheng.
The veins on his forehead were bulging, and there was a taste of gnashing his teeth in his tone: "Then I will trouble Master Hu."
Hu Mingshan saw it in his eyes and didn't take it seriously. He just took care of this matter and took the money to leave. As for the follow-up development, it would not be his business.
…
Hu Mingshan only said: "Xie Daochang, you must know that you have to forgive others and forgive them. No matter how the Hou family offends you, your shot has taught the Hou family a profound lesson. The Hou family has already known their mistakes now. It's better to just let it go..."
"Hu Daoyou's words are bad," Meng Zezhi interrupted him: "In and out of your words, I mean that I harmed the Hou family, but do you dare to say it with your conscience, it's really me Xie Guangsheng Did the Hou family fall into the fields they are now?"
"This—" Hu Mingshan was asked.
"It's said that flies don't bite seamless eggs. The Hou family is just a glossy surface, but the bones are actually rotten into a ball. What I'm doing is just cleaning up garbage for the society." Meng Zezhi said with a sneer.
"You, you, he..." Hearing this, Hou Weiren jumped up his feet angrily: "Presumptuous—"
Speaking of this, Meng Zezhi was a little disillusioned: "Okay, that's it, let alone even if I am willing to let the Hou family go, can you guarantee that the Hou family will let me go?"
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, only to hear a thud, and the little paper figure on the coffee table turned into pieces.