Murong Xue glared at him, lowered his head and continued to look at the survey, which read: Youshi (17:00 to 19:00), Fu Yi was drinking in a street tavern, and a wandering Taoist came up to say hello, saying that he had been plagued by bad luck recently. Fu Yi was drunk and smoked, laughing at himself that he was indeed suffering from bad luck, and asked the priest if there was a solution, and the Taoist said there was, but it needed to be done.
After Fu Yi heard this, the sarcasm in his eyes grew stronger, and he said: "I have invited more than ten Taoist priests, and I have done more than ten Buddhist rituals, but it is useless at all..."
The wandering Taoist flicked his whisk, and proudly said: "That's because their rituals were not done right..." If it were him who did the rituals, it would be guaranteed that the rituals would be completed and bad luck would be eliminated...
Fu Yi shook his head and smiled wryly, not believing what the wandering Taoist said.
Daoist Yunyou didn't care, and said confidently: "You haven't seen my ability yet, so don't rush to deny it..."
Hearing what he said, Fu Yi shook his head and smiled wryly again, then his body tilted and he fell drunk...
Taoist Yunyou sat opposite him, and the old god was watching over him. The secret guards of the palace felt that Taoist Yunyou was good at martial arts. In case he saw the clue, he stopped pretending to be a ghost to scare Fu Yi. Fu Yi had a rare sleep. feel safe...
After waking up, Fu Yi also found that he was still in good spirits, without the panic and fear of being frightened by ghosts. His mood immediately improved, and the complexion on his face also improved a lot. The Taoist priest looked at him, and he was in a good mood, saying: "My son is very happy today..."
The playful ridicule came into his ears, and Fu Yi suddenly came back to his senses, and saw the wandering Taoist sitting opposite him, sporadic fragments of drunkenness flashed in his mind, Fu Yi focused his eyes slightly, and tentatively said: "Master has been sitting in the here?"
"Hmm." Taoist priest Yunyou nodded.
"Has the master ever seen anything bad?" Fu Yi continued to ask.
"I didn't see it." The wandering Taoist shook his head, met Fu Yi's gaze, and said word by word: "The poor Taoist cultivator is still successful, lonely souls and wild ghosts, etc., dare not get close to the poor Taoist body..."
Fu Yi's eyes lit up suddenly: "Really?"
"Monks don't tell lies." The wandering Taoist paused every word with sharp eyes.
An imperceptible look of joy flashed across Fu Yi's eyes, and he asked tentatively, "Can the priest help me?"
The Wandering Taoist glanced at him and said, "It's just to deal with a group of lonely ghosts, why not..."
"Master knows?" Fu Yi's eyes widened in surprise.
Taoist Yunyou hummed lightly, and said: "The benefactor's seal is black, he is in a trance, and his face is haggard. It is obvious that he is haunted by a ghost. The poor Taoist can naturally see it."
"That's really great, please master save me." Fu Yi stood up and saluted the wandering Taoist deeply.
The Wandering Taoist chuckled, stroked his beard lightly, and said, "It's just a group of lonely ghosts. Don't worry, as long as you do what I say, you can get rid of them..."
"This wandering Taoist priest is very capable. He actually gave Fu Yi the idea of exorcising evil spirits..." Murong Ye, who had nothing to do and couldn't bear the loneliness, stepped forward and watched the investigation by Murong Xue's side. The investigation wrote: Fu Yi Hearing his words, he said anxiously, "Please enlighten me, master."
The wandering Taoist stroked his beard, and said leisurely: "Where the ghosts die, their weakness lies. Go to their place of death and practice deeds, and you can completely suppress or eliminate them..."
Tsk tsk tsk, this wandering Taoist priest is quite capable of talking nonsense. The one who pestered Fu Yi was obviously a secret guard of the Xiaoyao Palace, but the Taoist priest actually said that he was a ghost. He really knew how to talk nonsense. I don't know if Fu Yi believed his words