This can be regarded as an apology to this Buddha statue.

In fact, all things like gods contain people's good thoughts.

Although you will be punished accordingly if you offend, it is not too difficult to crack, as long as you have a little repentance, then all this will be good because of your words.

After the photographer kowtowed three times, I took a strip of red cloth and put it over the head of the god of beauty.

At this time, I saw the photographer's body, and suddenly a black smoke came out.

This black smoke is cursed.

After the breath was forced out, he wanted to continue to drill into his body, but at this moment, the entire statue emitted a golden light, completely obliterating this breath.

The curse was lifted.

I sighed, the battle was over after so long, but I knew the photographer's battle was over, but my battle had just begun.

I took the photographer's hand as I walked back, and we got back into the car and back to where we were.

When I sent the photographer home, it was already dark, and I was too tired to open my eyes, so I fell asleep when I got home.

When I woke up the next day, it was already sunset, I washed up briefly, and then I remembered everything that happened yesterday, and what impressed me the most was that photo, the photographer and Zhang Chong's photo.

Obviously, there is an ulterior secret between the two of them, and it is very coincidental that this photographer can be regarded as getting the punishment he deserves.

But I kept asking myself, was it really just a coincidence.

Although many things are not written by coincidence, there are many things that are not really built by coincidence.

I rested at home for a while, and then came back to the radio and television station at about 3 p.m.

When I returned to the studio, I saw a young man who burst into tears when he saw me.

The guy was said to be the one who was on my air last night.

I simply said hello to the other party, this young man was excited with a handful of snot and tears, I followed wherever I went, but the other party's excited expression made it impossible for him to speak.

It wasn't until I walked to the radio room and pushed open the door that I was stunned.

Because I found that the whole radio room was completely chaotic and became one.

And it was not the staff who stayed in this radio station, all of them were bald monks.

What the hell is this, has it been changed to religion?

I looked around, and I saw that five monks were living in the five corners, arranging a pentagram array.

The monks meditated in place with their eyes closed, and at the same time kept beating out the sound with small wooden fish, and for a moment nothing could be heard in this hall, and the sound of ping-pong was everywhere.

I pulled the young man out, and I found that the broadcast had already become a mess of porridge, and what expensive equipment it was, and it was lying on the ground as if a robber had broken in.

I found out what had happened last night when I pulled the lad out.

It turned out that during the live broadcast last night, the mysterious Xiaoxue called again.

As a result, when the call ended, I found that it was not me who answered the phone, that Xiaoxue, and threatened to call me by name.

But I was breaking the curse with the photographer in the temple last night, so it was impossible to meet Xiaoxue, so Xiaoxue seemed to be furious and hung up the phone for some reason.

Immediately afterwards, it was as if there was an earthquake in the whole room, the window glass was inexplicably shattered, and at the same time, the wind was as if it had encountered a tornado, sweeping the entire office away.

Later, they couldn't get through to me, so the director of the TV station had no choice but to find someone who knew the way to take a look.

Later, it was said that the master of Wutai Mountain came to take a look at the entire studio and told everyone that the feng shui of this studio had been reversed, and it had completely become a place of gathering yin.

In order to change the feng shui here, the director of the TV station spent a lot of money to invite five monks to practice here.

But at a glance, I knew that the director of this TV station had been deceived.

Those five monks looked decent, but in fact they were not the people on Wutai Mountain at all, maybe they were from the three sects and nine streams, and the location they were talking about was indeed the five-pointed star array.

But this pentagram is a Western spell, how can a Chinese monk use it.

This kind of thing is non-refundable and non-exchangeable.

Even if you drive these monks away, then it is impossible to return the money paid to you, so I simply closed the door and let them continue to toss.

It is estimated that in just over an hour, they will leave here.

I comforted the new young man, according to this young man, after this Xiaoxue hung up the phone, he never called again, but every time he checked the phone number, he would find the address of the call, which was in the garden community.

When the young man said this, the director of the television station also came up to me and told me that I had to solve the matter.

It sounds like this unclean thing, I brought it in.

The three of us were chatting and shirking our responsibilities when we heard the sound of machines in the whole studio, constantly being bombed.

I opened the door angrily and scolded the monks inside: "I said that you fake monks have nothing to play, just pretend to do a spell, what's the matter with smashing other people's things?"

As a result, the moment I opened the door, I found that the monks were rolling on the ground like babies, not rolling while learning the baby's cry.

Seeing this scene, I hurriedly ran in, only to find that these fake monks were actually ghosted.

And it's the soul of a baby.

When I saw this, I immediately pressed one of the monks to the ground, and slapped the soul in the other's heart with my finger on the other's forehead, and I instantly slapped it out.

I thought this trick was good, so I arrested all the other four monks and carried them out one by one.

After I patted the souls in their bodies, these monks could be regarded as calming down, and now these fake monks were disgraced and thrown home, and they didn't even ask for money, so they fled.

I took a look at the time, and now it's more than 5 o'clock in the evening, and I haven't prepared any radio programs tonight, and it's getting closer and closer to working hours, so I quickly ordered the surrounding employees to restore the scene.

As for what happened to the souls of those babies, I knew in my heart.

By the time I had cleaned up, it was already past 11 o'clock in the evening, and I sat down next to the radio station again to start today's new day's program.

Because today's work is particularly messy, there are still working employees here to clean up before the broadcast, and they are running back and forth behind me with cleaning tools.

Among these people, there is one person I am more familiar with, the old lady who cleans this studio.

Before the broadcast started, I suddenly thought of a question, and immediately pulled the old lady to my side, and asked quietly: "Wait a minute, Auntie, I want to ask you something, how is Zhang Chong?"