By night, everything was ready.

Mrs. Wang was still lying in the room, and she didn't know if Fang Xuan's hand was too heavy today, so that she was in a coma and hadn't woken up yet.

Wang Fugui was a little worried in his heart, and came to ask Fang Xuan, Fang Xuan waved his hand and said, "It's not in the way", which made the richest man feel at ease.

Wang Zhenren pinched his hands on the side, calculated the time, looked up at the sky, and muttered: "No, old Fang, it stands to reason that it has been several hours, and you should wake up!" ”

"Be quiet!" Fang Xuan looked at Wang Fugui who was walking in front, lowered his voice and said to Wang Zhenren, "I did start a little heavier. ”

Wang Zhenren: "......"

The two followed Wang Fugui to the courtyard in front of Mrs. Wang's house.

At this time, many subordinates have already lined up and stood up.

"So many people?" Fang Xuan frowned slightly, and said to the housekeeper: "Butler, you can leave a few helpers, and the rest of the people will stay outside the courtyard." ”

"Oh, it's a good ......" The old housekeeper nodded like pounding garlic, looked at the people present, and said: "Xiaoling, Xiaoqu, Xing'er, the three of you stay, and the rest of the people are guarding the gate of the other courtyard!" ”

"Yes."

When the people heard this, they left one after another.

Fang Xuan looked at the three subordinates who had been left behind, as if he was thoughtful.

I have to say that this old housekeeper is measured in his work.

Although this courtyard is big, it is a place for Mrs. Wang to rest, Mrs. Wang is a woman, if something happens, there are four men, Fang Xuan, Wang Zhenren, Wang Fugui and the old housekeeper, it is enough, there is no need to leave other male servants, leave three female servants down, but it is convenient to take care of Mrs. Wang in the house.

These three maids have all been serving Mrs. Wang in the mansion since they were children, and they have a very good relationship with Mrs. Wang, and they also know Mrs. Wang's habits.

"Daoist Fang, everything is ready, you can open the altar." Wang Fugui said.

Fang Xuan nodded, calmed down, lifted his robe, and walked to the front of the altar.

"Lao Wang, help light the candles!"

"Huh?" For a moment, Wang Fugui and Wang Zhenren were stunned at the same time.

Fang Xuan couldn't help but be speechless, knowing that he had said the wrong thing, he hurriedly looked at Wang Zhenren on the side and said, "Why are you still stunned?" I told you to light a candle! ”

"Oooh......"

Wang Zhenren came to his senses, couldn't cry or laugh, and hurriedly stepped forward.

In this practice of opening the altar, Fang Xuan always has to have a helper, naturally it is impossible to let Wang Fugui and the old housekeeper come, of course, it is Wang Zhenren who is called.

"Smack"

Wang Zhenren is worthy of being the eighth grandson of Wang Lingguan, and he has his own unique tricks for lighting the fire, snapping his fingers, and suddenly this small flame appeared on his fingertips, only to see him send his fingertips towards the candle on the altar, and immediately two candles were burned.

"Oops! O master! ”

Seeing this scene, Wang Fugui and the old housekeeper nodded again and again, and couldn't help but praise.

Hearing Wang Fugui and the old housekeeper praising themselves, Wang Zhenren couldn't help but smile proudly, and glanced at Fang Xuan, as if he was showing off.

Fang Xuan's face was serious, and he said, "Flash aside, don't stand in front of the altar!" ”

Wang Zhenren looked aggrieved and stood aside.

"Daoist Wang's ability to light the fire is already extraordinary, and Daoist Fang, as a person who does things, must be even more capable!" Wang Fugui's voice came from behind, and it seemed that Fang Xuan was full of confidence.

When Wang Zhenren heard this, he rolled his eyes.

Fang Xuan pinched the formula, recited the mantra in his mouth, and began to practice.

I saw him circling the altar, turning left three times, turning right three times, suddenly stopped, picked up the brush on the altar with one hand, lit cinnabar, and danced on the yellow rune paper.

"Brush Brush Brush"

Fang Xuan stood there drawing talismans, and for a moment, his momentum was soaring.

"Daoist Fang is drawing talismans?" Wang Fugui looked surprised.

"Seems to be." The old butler said.

"Oh, other Taoist priests have drawn spells in advance, and Daoist Fang is painting on the spot, and he is a master...... Masters......"

Wang Fugui let out a voice of exclamation.

Wang Zhenren: ???

Why are you superior?

Is there any difference between painting on the spot and drawing in advance?

Lao Fang, this guy, why doesn't he look like he is opening an altar, but like a charlatan?

Wang Zhenren suddenly became puzzled in his heart.

As the saying goes, the layman looks at the liveliness, and the insiders look at the doorway.

Wang Zhenren is a member of the Dao Sect, although he is not from the same sect as Fang Xuan, but he can still see whether this altar opening method is true or false.

He, thinking in his heart, couldn't help but take a few steps closer to Fang Xuan.

Coincidentally, Fang Xuan drew the spell, pinched the trick with his hand, closed his eyes, and began to chant words in his mouth again: "Heavenly King covers the tiger, fungus with bananas, chicken stewed mushrooms, stir-fried vegetables with chili peppers, roast duck to slice ......"

"Poof......

Wang Zhenren forced a smile, and the whole person suddenly understood.

Although he didn't know what Fang Xuan was going to do, he also knew about this law, and it was estimated that it was for the sake of King Meng's wealth.

The others were far away, so naturally they didn't hear what Fang Xuan was reading.

After reading for a long time, Fang Xuan's face was shocked, he took the glutinous rice, walked straight towards Mrs. Wang's house, walked to the door of the house, and sprinkled the glutinous rice in his hand on the ground.

Wow......

Glutinous rice all over the floor.

Immediately after, Fang Xuan danced and entered the house, and the whole person jumped up and down, while jumping, chanting strange spells in his mouth.

Outside the room, Wang Fugui and the old housekeeper, as well as the three maids, all watched intently, not daring to breathe, for fear of disturbing Fang Xuan's practice.

On the altar, the candle flame was blown by the wind, swaying slightly, and in the night, the dim candlelight flickered and flickered, quite imposing.

Wang Zhenren looked up at the sky and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

I can't imagine that my dignified eighth grandson of the Fire God King Lingguan would follow Lao Fang's unreliable to fool people, what a sin!

"Hum Ha ......"

A loud shout suddenly came from inside the house, and suddenly the people outside were frightened.

This night, it was already quiet, but Fang Xuan's sudden shouting naturally startled the big guy.

I saw Fang Xuan in the house, his eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyes were blazing, and the whole person seemed to be holding a breath of energy, walked out of the house, looked at the people in the yard, and said, "Now the mildew in this house has been removed by me...... Now, I want to help Madame Wang get rid of the poisonous curse on her body, and you can get Madame Wang out of the house and tie me up with ......."

"Tie ...... Tie it up? When everyone heard this, their eyes widened.

Fang Xuan nodded and said, "I'm afraid that if I wait for the next step, Madam Wang will wake up, and then she will definitely struggle, if she doesn't tie it up, it won't be easy to cast spells......

"Oh oh......" When the old butler heard this, he hesitated a little, looked at Wang Fugui, and asked, "Master, ...... you see?"

"Why are you still stunned? Listen to the ......," Wang Fugui said.

The three maids, in a hurry, ran into the house to help Mrs. Wang.