p > picked up the unused yellow talisman on the incense case, Ling Wushuang asked it to face the direction of the wind, blowing it, and without much effort, the yellow talisman spontaneously combusted, "Dao Chief, how do you see Miss Ben's mana?" ”

Ling Wushuang's words were full of ridicule, his eyes were still smiling, and he looked at the Taoist priest.

"You, you ......" The Taoist priest pointed his finger at Ling Wushuang, unable to speak for a while.

"I, what's wrong with me?" Ling Wushuang followed the example of a Taoist priest, pointed to the tip of his nose, and asked the Taoist priest with a smile: "Does the Taoist still need Miss Ben to continue performing?" ”

Squinting at the two yellow talismans pasted on the courtyard door, Ling Wushuang shook his head and said to himself, "If the Dao Chief's techniques are more clever and secretive, maybe Miss Ben will believe your words like these ignorant spectators." What a pity! Miss Ben is a human, not a ghost. Otherwise, do you think you guys can still stand in my plum garden? ”

Ling Wushuang said it implicitly, but the Taoist priest couldn't understand it in his heart.

He looked dazed and weak, and lowered the arm that raised the sword, and quietly packed up the magic utensils placed on the incense table.

"Dao Chief, you are ......"

Ning Shi came back from his stunned and looked at the Taoist priest in confusion.

"Donor, this is the reward you sent to the poor."

The Taoist priest didn't explain much, he directly took out a hundred taels of silver ticket from his sleeve, handed it to Ning's hand, and instructed the little Taoist boy who came with him to pick up the wooden box on the incense case, turn around and walk towards the door of Meiyuan.

"The Taoist chief walks slowly, it just so happens that Miss Ben is fine, and it is not impossible to personally send the Taoist out of the Hou Mansion."

Sitting back in the wheelchair, Ling Wushuang opened his lips, spoke softly, and said loudly to the Taoist priest who was about to step out of the gate of the Meiyuan Courtyard.

Knowing that it would be useless to stop him, the Taoist priest had no choice but to stop and wait for Ling Wushuang's master and servant to come over and move forward together.

Qingying pushed Ling Wushuang, and when he walked to the side of Ning's mother and daughter, he glanced at the two of them coldly, and then, his waist was all the way, like a soldier who had won a battle, he raised his head and chest, and proudly passed in front of Ning's mother and daughter.

The group of maids and servants standing in the Plum Garden opened their eyes wide, watching Ling Wushuang's master and servant go out of the Plum Garden with the Taoist master and apprentice as if they were nothing.

You look at me, I look at you, all of them are confused.

I secretly wondered in my heart, wasn't the Taoist chief invited by the second lady a good person who was casting a spell to catch the ghost attached to the waste, why was he sent away by the few words that the waste said in a few words.

Strange, really weird?

"What are you doing? Hurry up and help Aunt Ben get out of this bad place! ”

Ning's face was gloomy, she shook the handkerchief in her hand, and looked at her big girl Bizhu coldly.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Jianren said a few unclear words, and actually sent away the Taoist chief who she had spent a lot of money to go to the house to catch ghosts. Thinking of this, the Ning clan couldn't wait to devour Ling Wushuang alive.

"Aunt ......"

Ling Yuyan wringed the embroidered handkerchief with both hands and whispered to Ning.

What happened in front of her just now was really beyond her expectations.

Like the Ning family, Ling Yuyan didn't expect that Ling Wushuang would use a few unclear words to send away the Taoist leader who her aunt had spent a lot of money to come to the mansion to 'hunt ghosts'.

Ling Wushuang's embarrassment, their mother and daughter didn't see it, but made them angry, such a secret loss, she Ling Yuyan didn't eat it. Ling Yuyan twisted her eyebrows and thought for a moment, her eyes were full of hidden worry, and she looked at her aunt.

"Well, it's okay, let's go out and see, and see what other moths can come out of that waste."

Supported by Bizhu in front of Ling Yuyan, Ning held the jade hand of his daughter delicate Bai Xi and comforted her.

What is called Zhu Bajie's beating a rake, it is talking about Ning's current behavior.

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