Hearing the old lady say that she would give them three hundred taels of silver tickets, although the two "masters of the Dao" tried their best to hide it, the joy between their eyebrows could not be concealed at all.

The others were all stunned by the methods of these two mages, and of course they did not notice this subtle change.

Huang Tinghui did not believe in the tricks of a few people from the beginning, and he certainly observed this subtle change.

"Thank you, donor!"

"Although this evil ghost is sealed on yellow paper, if he absorbs enough yin qi over time."

"It will definitely break the seal and bring disaster to the world!"

Speaking of this, the old monk sighed deeply.

"Immortal Chief, but is there a solution?" The old lady asked anxiously.

At present, the way of this powerful ghost is just ordinary, and the Jian family, which is already a toss, is not at peace.

If this path grows in the future, I'm afraid no one will be able to stop it.

And the two mages may not be able to find it by then, so how can the old lady not be in a hurry?

"It's not like there's no solution!"

"It's just that if you cast a spell like this, I'm afraid that most of the Taoism of the two of us will be lost again."

"This demon's Taoism is too high, and with the strength of the two of us, we can only reluctantly suppress it!"

The old monk sighed, but remained motionless.

However, as soon as these words came out, the others understood the deep meaning of the old monk.

Isn't it just for money?

The old lady was not a vague person, and she immediately said to her servant, "Go quickly, and bring another five hundred taels of silver to the immortal chief." ”

"Yes, old lady!"

As the saying goes, money makes the devil grind.

As a well-known local family, the Jian family has countless shops and fields under its name.

Naturally, they were not short of silver.

If you can get rid of all the evil spirits in your house, it will be worth spending more money.

"Please wait a moment!" With that, the old monk and the witch began to prepare the magic weapon for the execution of the evil spirit.

After all, this fooling thing can't be seen by others.

As for others, they simply think that this is the art of the immortal family, of course, they will not easily let others see it.

After a while, though, a frying pan was prepared.

As for the old monk and the witch, they worked together to transfer the "evil ghost" from the sealed yellow paper to the bones.

I saw that the monk stretched out his arm and put it in the hot oil pot, and after trying it, he said to everyone, "This oil is boiling, donor, we can start frying ghosts." ”

As he spoke, the monk threw the bones of the ghost into the pot.

It's just that after a while, I only heard the squeaky ghost screams of the bones being blown up.

When everyone heard the "squeak" ghost scream, they were also frightened one by one.

The old monk hurriedly explained, "This is the sound of the evil ghost being fried, don't panic, don't panic!" ”

Hearing the old monk's explanation, everyone settled down.

After all, the old monk was a man of God who could put his hand in the oil pot, and of course they were convinced of the methods of such a godman.

"It's really a god and a man, and evil ghosts can't escape the palm of a mage!"

"Evil ghost, let you harm my grandson, and now you are being fried in the oil pot, you are really to blame!"

"After the evil spirits are gone, my grandson will be able to return to normal!"

The old lady listened to the "ghost cry" coming from the oil pot, and her mood was extremely comfortable and happy.

The "voice" of the demon is getting smaller and smaller.

Until it finally becomes silent and gradually dissipates clean.

At this time, the old monk Fang Cai said to everyone, "The evil ghost has been eliminated, and the Jian family is fine!" ”

"Husband, this monk is so powerful, really amazing!" The little girl was shocked by the methods of the old monk and the witch, and she pulled Huang Tinghui's cuffs and whispered.

"You little fool!" Huang Tinghui smiled and nodded the little girl's head, and he said to the little girl, "What others say, what is it?" ”

"This is feudal superstition, it is all used to deceive people!"

Hearing Huang Tinghui say this, the little girl's eyes straightened, "Husband, what feudal superstition?" ”

"Also, how can this be a lie?"

"This can't be!" The little girl looked at Huang Tinghui and said, she was a little hard to believe.

If it weren't for the fact that this sentence was said by her husband, the little girl would have to refute the last two sentences.

"Tinghui, you say this is a lie?"

"How can this be a deception, the immortals are so powerful, how can it be deceiving?"

Not only did the little girl not believe it, but even Gong Fatzi didn't believe it either.

Gong Fatzi was standing not far from Huang Tinghui, and the whispered words of Huang Tinghui and the little girl naturally fell into Gong Fatman's ears word for word.

At this time, Huang Tinghui smiled, he looked at Gong Fatzi and said, "Zicheng, how about I make a bet with you?" ”

"What bet?" When Gong Fatzi heard Huang Tinghui say this, he was also interested.

"I'll bet on this little boy of the Jian Mansion, the old monk will definitely say that this evil ghost has been harassing the little son of the Jian family for a long time."

"The little boy won't be able to get better for a while, and then they will come up with a recipe, saying that it is for calming the gods and calming the spirits."

"As long as the little boy of the Jian family takes it on time for a while, he will get better!"

Hearing Huang Tinghui say this, Gong Fatzi said with some surprise, "Tinghui, if you gamble with me like this, I'm afraid you will lose very badly!" ”

It's just that as soon as the words fell, the old monk took a step forward.

"Old lady, this little boy has been infested by ghosts for a long time and is frightened!"

"Although the ghosts were killed by the two of us, the influence of the ghosts cannot be eliminated in a short time."

"This is my recipe for the two of you, you just need to drink with the little boy for a while according to the content of the recipe, and all the effects will be dispelled!"

is no different from Huang Tinghui's guess, the old monk simply told the content of Huang Tinghui's bet with Gong Fatzi as it was.

"How so?"

"Tinghui, you can't pinch it!" Gong Fatzi looked at Huang Tinghui in shock and asked.

"Where can I pinch and calculate, but I know that they must say so." Huang Tinghui said with a smile, "Even if there will be some deviations from what I said, it is definitely eight or nine!" ”

"Why is that?" Fat Gong asked with some confusion.

"It's not hard to explain, and the reason is extremely simple!"

"Because!" Huang Tinghui suddenly took a step forward, and he saluted the old lady of the Jian family and the others, "Because of these two old gods, can't they fool around for some time to facilitate their own escape in time?" ”

This time, Huang Tinghui's voice was not disguised in the slightest.

He looked at the crowd and his voice was quite loud.

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