In the face of my doubts, Huang Bengui patiently explained.

"I was indeed passing by here, looking for a place to rest, and I happened to see purple smoke coming from your house, so I came in to have a look."

He seemed to be in poor health, and every time he said a word, he had to catch for a while.

I hesitated for a moment, and whispered to San'er, "You go to the hospital first, replace Xiaobai, and let him come back to rest."

After San'er left, there were only two of us left in the house.

Huang Bengui pouted at the tablet: "Why do you still offer a mourning god?"

"Look at you like this, you don't look like a layman."

My mind was cloudy, and it took me a long time to come to my senses: "Sir, I don't quite understand."

"This tablet is dedicated to the deceased of my family, this ......."

Huang Bengui nodded to himself, and his face was full of suspicion: "If you hadn't taken the initiative to worship, he wouldn't have appeared here."

"The righteous god will not snatch the incense, let alone occupy the divine position."

Take the initiative to worship?

In other words, I took the initiative to bring this thing in?

I could clearly feel the goosebumps popping up on my body.

I'm fooled!

The Gray family returned the ranking of the first year of junior high school to me, but in fact, there was already a transfer of flowers.

I was shocked that they dared to send the righteous gods to me!

Thousands of precautions, there is still a problem!

But when you think about it, it's not quite right.

That night, not only did I hear the voice of the first year of junior high school, but Ji Canghai also heard it, there would never be two people hallucinating together, right?

But Ji Canghai was still in a coma, and there was no way to verify this matter.

I let out a long sigh and told the truth: "Old man, I won't tell you anything, I used to be a Taoist priest."

"Later, I was framed by someone design, and now I don't even have a Taoist book, you show me a clear way."

Huang Bengui listened quietly and waited for me to finish before he responded.

"It's easy to ask God to send God, have you heard that?"

Of course I know what that means.

Whether it is a Taoist temple or a good man or a woman, as long as the statue is invited into the house, there is no reason to send it out.

If you have to die, throw away the idol everywhere, or even destroy it, then it will definitely add a sum to the underworld.

This pen is called insulting God and scolding.

But if you bear this sin, the retribution of the present world will come soon, and at least the family will be ruined, and the worst will be rootless.

The thought of this makes a cool breeze swish on my back.

I'm not afraid of losing my family, but I'm afraid of ruining my family.

There are no other capable people around me, and Huang Bengui is my only straw.

But the only response he gave me was, "Those who can see a doctor may not be able to heal the disease."

"I'm here to remind you, I don't want to see you get hurt, and I can't take care of the rest of the problems."

Huang Bengui's sympathy for me magnified the grievances in my heart countless times.

The floodgates blocked in the heart fell without warning, and the grievances leaked out like a surging flood.

Regardless of whether Huang Bengui is listening or not, I have taken out all the piles over the years, one by one.

Some things are like scars on the face, and if you don't usually look in the mirror, you will naturally ignore them.

But one day I accidentally passed by the mirror, just raised my eyes, and everything in the past was turning over the river and the sea, and the people who were disturbed were restless.

By the time I finished speaking, I realized that snot and tears had been thrown onto my collar.

Huang Bengui looked at me in surprise: "How dare you tell me such a private matter?"

He was stunned, and I was stunned.

yes, why am I defenseless against a stranger?

I looked at myself in a daze, as if I didn't recognize.

I haven't complained to anyone, let alone cried.

Now facing Huang Bengui, a stranger, I can let go of all my burdens and no longer worry about causing trouble to anyone.

Presumably, Liang Hai and I cried at the beginning, and they also had this mentality, right?

It's just that Huang Bengui was wronged, and he wanted to be a trash can for me for catharsis for no reason.

After a moment, Huang Bengui suddenly asked, "What day is the week today?"

I don't know why he asked this out of the blue, but I answered, "Thursday."

"Oh."

He let out a long sigh and fell into a brief silence, "You just said that you were once rushed by the Evil Spirit?"

"Yes."

Huang Bengui rubbed the stubble on his chin and muttered, "There should be enough time."

"When?"

He came back to his senses and waved his hand, "Nothing."

"So be it." He changed his words: "Let's make a deal."