"Uncle Ying, it's this book, it suddenly flew up just now, and I opened it by myself, it scared me to death, you hurry up and help me take a look."

Dong Duo pointed to the Huangji Jingshi Book on the table, with a frightened expression, he was very frightened just now.

"What do I think if you don't bring it over?" Uncle Ying said speechlessly.

"Take?" Dong Duo shook his head wildly, "I paid you to catch ghosts, and you let me get it?" ”

"I'll go, I'll go, the rich man is the uncle, Dong Duo, I found that you have also become vulgar."

"I'm a layman."

Dong Duo was full of words, and when he saw Uncle Ying walking over, he hurriedly hid away.

When drowsiness comes, someone will send a pillow!

Shachen watched quietly, this Taoist priest named Uncle Ying had real materials and mana in his body.

Uncle Ying is very experienced, and he didn't rush to turn over the Emperor's Extreme Classics, and walked around Dong Duo's house, frowning.

Under normal circumstances, yin and yang are like a magnetic field, and where ghosts haunt the yin will be very heavy, and the imbalance of yin and yang will expel yang qi and form a cold environment.

The stronger the ghosts, the more yin qi is strong, so places like ghost houses are more barren and ruined, and there is no sunlight.

Ordinary people will feel uncomfortable in haunted places, let alone cultivators, whether there are ghosts or not, they can easily see it.

Dong Duo's family has no ghosts.

This was the conclusion that Uncle Ying had reached, but he did not relax in the slightest, took out Zhang Lingfu and recited the words, and pasted it on the Huangji Sutra.

Grab it in your hand.

"Huh."

Uncle Ying breathed a sigh of relief, flipped through a few pages casually, threw them directly to Dong Duo, and walked straight out the door.

"Hey, Uncle Ying, why did you leave, ghost?"

"In your heart."

Dong Duo was stunned for a moment, hurriedly opened the Huangji Jingshi Book, there was nothing to do, and asked loudly: "You don't want money?" ”

"I don't make an inch, and I deserve it."

"Pedantic, you don't make any money, no wonder you can't even pay the rent, you were kicked out, don't forget it."

Dong Duoduo hugged the Huangji Jingshi Book like a baby, flipped through it, with a trace of anxiety and relaxation on his face.

"I rely on you in my life, if something goes wrong, I will become an iron-plate god deceit."

Listening to him talking to himself, Shachen's eyes flickered, and he quietly shot a blue light at Dong Duo, and the blue light did not enter Dong Duo's body, and he didn't notice it at all.

The sand and dust quietly left.

He came here just to verify the authenticity of the Emperor's Scripture Book, and he had no intention of taking it for himself and facing his fate.

Fate incarnates tens of millions, and finding the Huangji Sutra may not necessarily be able to find fate, otherwise fate would have died in the hands of the Pangu clan.

The Huangji Jingshi Book alone is like a chicken rib for the sand, and if it is the Three Books of Heaven, Earth and Man, he is very interested.

Taking away the Huangji Jingshi Book is equivalent to putting a pair of eyes on your body, and your secrets will be peeped into by fate.

Or a deadly time bomb.

Just look at He Youqiu in the original play, fate likes to play small tricks, and plays tricks behind his back, so he has to guard against it.

Intuition told Shachen that the Huangji Jingshi Book in Dong Duoduo's hand was not a real book of heaven, and the specific reason for Shachen could not be said.

After all, he had never seen the real Book of Heaven, so he would rather be in vain than indulge, and deliberately left a soul mark on Dong Duo's body.

If it is true, then it doesn't matter if Dong Duo monitors Tianshu's every move.

The Pangu people created the most perfect goddess, Our Lady of Yaochi, just to lure fate, and fate will definitely appear.

……

Uncle Ying pushed open the high iron door and walked into a large mansion.

"Master, you're back so soon? Did the ghost catch it? Uncle Ying's eldest apprentice asked with concern.

"Master, is it a glamorous female ghost?"

"Just look at Master's expression, it must be a decaying ghost and an ugly ghost, oh, Master."

"Regardless of his glamorous female ghost, ugly ghost and declining ghost, he is a good ghost if he can make money."

"Master, how much money did Dong Duoduo give you?"

Without waiting for Uncle Ying to speak, Jin Twelve fantasized and said: "Dong Duo is known as an ironclad god, there are many people who come to him for fortune telling, and he has made a lot of money, so he has to give 108,000 yuan." ”

"One hundred and eighty thousand, Master, we have made a fortune."

Uncle Ying said: "Not to mention 108,000, guess again." ”

"Two hundred thousand."

"Guess again."

"Five hundred thousand."

"It's not."

"How much is that?"

"One hundred million." Uncle Ying took out a wad of dark coins from his pocket and handed it to Jin Twelve, "Don't be too little, take it and spend it." ”

Jin Twelve's face was confused, and the others were also shocked, "Isn't it, Master, Dong Duo will take the dark coin and ask you to catch the ghost?" ”

"There are no ghosts in his house, he has ghosts in his heart, I won't catch the ghosts in my heart, where do I dare to collect money, by the way, where did Ajuan go?" Uncle Ying looked around and asked.

"Uncle Ying...... I'm here. ”

A good-looking woman in ancient costume was huddled in the corner, sweating and looking hot, but she was shivering.

"Miss Ajuan, are you alright?" Uncle Ying was startled, walked quickly to Ajuan's side, and pointed his finger on her forehead.

"Uncle Ying, I'm so hot!" Ajuan said with difficulty.

"Take off your clothes when it's hot."

"Don't make a fuss." Uncle Ying reprimanded and said to himself: "Strange, saying that it is hot, the body is shaking, what is the symptom of this?" ”

"Because I'm coming."

A man in white appeared quietly in the living room.

"Who?"

Uncle Ying got up abruptly and looked at Shachen vigilantly, and several of his apprentices also hurried to his side.

"I'm not a bad person......"

"yes, you almost have the word "bad guy" written on the door of your head. A young girl sneered.

"Ah Hui, don't talk nonsense." Uncle Ying shouted, his face was extremely solemn, and he said politely: "This friend, this house is a descendant of Ajuan, we live here, the guest does not deceive the master, Ajuan is not a bad ghost, please be merciful." ”

"If she was a demon, she wouldn't be alive now, believe it or not, I didn't do anything to her, she would become like this, mainly because of my breath." Sanddust said.

"Cut, it's the same as the truth, the breath makes the ghost like this, you are a god?" Jin Twelve said.

"I'm not a god."

"You're an immortal."

"It's not an immortal either."

"And what are you?"

"Half-immortal."

Uncle Ying's apprentices were stunned for a moment, and immediately burst into laughter, "It turned out to be a fortune teller, pretending to be a master, Master, let's drive him out." ”

"If you want to be a festival day next year, go boldly."

Hearing this, several apprentices were shocked, and looked at Shachen in disbelief.

"Master, he'......"

"Pure Yang Qi, gods and demons, half-human and half-immortal, Yang God is a real person!"

"Fantasy Gate Gao Ying has seen a real person." Uncle Ying respectfully saluted Shachen with the etiquette of the Fantasy Gate.

Yang God is a real person!

A few apprentices were stupid.

"No need to be polite, I passed by here and found that there was yin in the house, so I came to take a look by the way, but I didn't expect to meet the old man."

(End of chapter)