"Yuwa'er, if you're scared, go back to your room."
"Um."
Sang Yu walked towards the room as she said, but when she reached the door, she couldn't bear to be curious, so she grabbed the door frame and poked her head out.
"Are you ready?"
Mu Rong nodded, and with a flick of his wrist, a black soul chain appeared in his hand.
Sang Tong opened the cloth bag, a puff of green smoke floated out, and the female ghost appeared. Almost at the same time, the soul chain was wrapped around the female ghost.
Seeing the female ghost, Sang Yu subconsciously covered her eyes, but her fingers were ajar, leaving only Mu Rong's figure.
Su Sifang looked at the female ghost, clasped his hands together, lowered his head, and chanted the Buddha's name compassionately.
Lifting the monk's robe, he sat on the ground, with his star eyes slightly closed, and recited the mysterious and solemn Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures.
Suddenly, everyone in the living room held their breath, only the low and melodious sound of Buddhist scriptures.
Sang Tong took out Niu's tears, dripped two drops, looked at Su Sifang, but couldn't see anything.
The same is true for Sang Yu, she has already taken her hand, and her eyes are attracted by Su Sifang, but like Sang Tong, she can't see anything unusual.
The female ghost was surprisingly quiet, and her originally silly expression became clear as the scriptures were recited.
Perhaps it was Mu Rong who had been sealed by Yin, so he could clearly see: At this moment, Su Sifang's whole body was emitting bursts of heavy and solemn golden light.
Above her head hung a ten thousand-character Buddha seal, and every word she recited turned into golden characters, which melted softly into the female ghost's body.
Murong's mind went blank, and he felt that the scene in front of him was unusually kind, even...deja vu.
I saw that the steel bars running through the female ghost's body disappeared!
It turned into countless light spots and dispersed in the air.
With a force on Murong's wrist, he pulled the female ghost back to her standing position.
Slowly, the blood-stained skirt on the female ghost's body was also purified, and finally even the stains on her face disappeared.
The originally scary female ghost turned into a girl next door, well-dressed, with a fresh face and clean eyes.
But Su Sifang didn't stop, and after chanting the scriptures forty-seven times, he slowly opened his eyes.
Sang Tong seemed to know what Su Sifang was going to do, and shouted: "Wait."
But Su Sifang didn't pay attention, her lips curled slightly, and she looked at the female ghost with clear and kind eyes.
There was a "crash".
Murong's soul lock chain unexpectedly opened by itself, and retracted into Murong's hand.
Sang Tong asked eagerly: "Who harmed you, who locked you in, who is Ayu!"
The female ghost only smiled at Su Sifang, and said in an ethereal voice, "Thank you."
Su Sifang put his palms together, closed his eyes again, and said: "Amitabha."
As soon as the words fell, the female ghost's body turned into several light spots, and after floating around Su Sifang for a week, it condensed into a puff of blue smoke and drifted westward.
Everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them. Although they didn't know where the female ghost had gone, they could probably guess that the female ghost had been saved.
Sang Tong hated it so much that he grabbed the cushion on the sofa and smashed it on Su Sifang's head. The latter stood still and willingly took the blow.
"I still have something to ask! Why are your hands so fast!"
Su Sifang opened his eyes and smiled naively: "But Senior Sister, you only ask me to do a supernatural rescue for her."
Sang Tong grabbed the cushion and mended it twice, Su Sifang didn't dodge or dodge, still smiling.
It wasn't until Sang Tong stopped beating that she stood up from the ground, folded her hands and bowed to Sang Tong, and said softly: "Senior Sister, the authorities have already let go, why are you so persistent?"
Sang Tong's chest heaved violently: Isn't this nonsense? Taoism emphasizes: saving people and helping the world.
This is obviously a murder case, and judging from the four coffin nails, it is very likely that some experts are working for the tiger. If this person is not caught, what will happen if he kills someone in the future
Now it's all right, just send the female ghost away, all the clues are broken!
Sang Tong glared at Su Sifang. She and this person's auras were at odds, and they were at odds with each other. Every time they met, she would be pissed off every time, without exception! If it is light, it will break the power, and if it is serious, it will be a few days without mana.
If it weren't for the important mission this time, she wouldn't have called this person here!
Sang Tong hurried to the room, dragged Sang Yu by the arm to drag her back to the room, and closed the door with a bang.
When Mu Rong came to Su Sifang, the two looked at each other for a long time before Mu Rong asked, "Where did the female ghost go?"
"Where she should go."
"Did you send her to reincarnation?"
"Amitabha, it's not my fault. Everything has a cause and effect. The opportunity for that female benefactor has arrived."
Mu Rong lowered his eyes, Su Sifang seemed to know that Mu Rong didn't finish his question, and waited patiently.
"Why do people live?"
Su Sifang looked at Mu Rong, laughed, and replied: "In order to return to the original place."
"Why can't some people go back?"
"Because there's something to look for."
"Thanks."
"Amitabha."
Ah Miao stared at the two in a daze as if she had listened to a bible, unable to speak.
When Mu Rong returned to the room, Su Sifang turned his head to look at Ah Miao again, showing a friendly smile.
Ah Meow rubbed her hands, still a little confused.
"Is there a problem with the donor?"
Ah Miao wanted to answer no, but felt that the person in front of him was too kind, and didn't want to end the conversation like this, so she followed the words just now and asked, "Can I go back to the place I should go one day?"
"Will do."
"Then why am I still here?"
"Because of the benefactor, you lost a very important thing."
"what is it then?"
"Amitabha."
"Can I go back if I find it?"
"Yes."
Ah Meow muttered: "Then I'd better not find it, it's pretty good now..."
Su Sifang glanced at Ah Miao approvingly: "The benefactor is quite wise."
"What?"
"Amitabha."
The door of the second bedroom opened, and Sang Yu and Sang Tong came out.
Sang Yu knocked on the door of the master bedroom: "Murong~"
The door opened, and Murong stood in front of the door, looking at Sang Yu, without saying a word.
Sang Yu's eyes flickered, and he said softly: "Mr. Zhang from Jiajia Group called and wanted to invite us to dinner. The car is already downstairs."
"I won't..."
Sang Tong said: "Let's go together. I have lost all my mana these days. Mr. Zhang seems to have something to do and needs our help."
Murong paused, and replied: "Okay."
For some reason, when Murong wanted to refuse, he suddenly thought of Liu Xue's thanks before he left, and Su Sifang's rescue of the female ghost just now, and then he felt a strange feeling, and agreed.
Ah Meow floated over: "I want to go too."
Sang Tong rolled his eyes and said, "Where are you going? You just stay at home and listen to this stinky monk's lecture."
Ah Miao shivered for a moment, and cast her eyes on Mu Rong for help, but the latter was expressionless and didn't pay attention to her side at all.
Ah Miao had no choice but to let out an aggrieved "Oh" and floated to the corner.
"Su...Master, do you want to go together?"
"She's the same age as you, and a few months younger than you, and you're not a Buddhist disciple, so just call her 'Xiao Fang'!"
"Besides, it's not easy for someone to treat someone to a big meal and bring her? Huh, let alone meat, you won't even have onions, ginger, and garlic. Xiao Fang will also take care of the house at home!"
"Sister Tongtong~"
Sang Yu looked at Su Sifang apologetically: "Sorry, my sister is in a bad mood these days, don't mind."
"It's okay, Master has specifically told you to tolerate Senior Sister Tong."
Before "breaking the merit", Sang Tong decisively went out with the two of them.
There were three black cars parked in front of the building, and an extended version of Cadillac was sandwiched between two Hummers. Manager Sun, the person in charge of Jiajia Building, stood by the car door. Car door: "Three please, Mr. Zhang is waiting for you in the car."
Sitting in the car was a woman who appeared to be about the same age as the three of them, wearing a well-tailored small black suit, with long hair shawl, looking down at a document.
"boss Zhang."
Zhang Jiajia looked up and greeted with a smile: "Please sit down."
Sang Tong sat across from Zhang Jiajia, shook hands, and praised: "Mr. Zhang's skin is really good~ If I didn't know in advance, I would have thought you were a college student at school."
"Miss Sang is really good at talking. After this year, I will be thirty-six."
"Mr. Zhang is a prodigy in the business world. He can achieve such achievements at such a young age, and he has been devoting himself to charity, which is admirable. Let me introduce, this is my younger sister, Sang Yu, who just graduated from university this year. This is..."
"Murong."
"Hi there."
Mu Rong nodded in response, folded his arms and looked out the window. Sang Yu shook hands with Zhang Jiajia.
"Miss Sang, which university did you graduate from?"
"XX Academy of Fine Arts."
Zhang Jiajia was startled: "I didn't expect it to be a primary school girl."
"Mr. Zhang also graduated from Xmei?"
"Um."
Zhang Jiajia looked at Sang Yu with emotion, "Time flies so fast."
After finishing speaking, I don't know what came to mind, sighed softly, closed the folder in my hand, and handed it to Sang Tong: "Please Miss Sang to take a look at this."
Inside the folder was a bidding proposal, and the location was in Shanyang City. Seeing the bidding area, Sang Tong exclaimed, "Twenty-five hundred acres! How many hectares is it equivalent to?"
"16.5 hectares." Zhang Jiajia replied.
"With such a large area, Mr. Zhang is going to develop a new building?"
Zhang Jiajia shook her head: "I plan to develop it into a golf course."
"In the Northeast, the maintenance cost of golf courses in winter is quite high, right?"
"Miss Sang, take a look at the location. If my group wins the bid, are you capable of handling this land?"
Sang Tong browsed again: "Yellow Desert Ridge?"
Hearing this place name, Mu Rong's eyelids twitched, and he glanced coldly at Zhang Jiajia: Yellow Desert Ridge, one of the largest mass graves in Northeast China.