Halfway up the mountainside, in the darkness, Qinglian Dao raised its head for a long time.

- Something is wrong.

Seeing him stop, Chu Yuqi pursed his lower lip and walked over to hold his arm: "...... Dad, what's wrong with you, are you tired? ”

Qinglian Daoist shook his head slowly, glanced at Chu Yuqi, and reminded again: "...... No, proceed with caution. ”

For a moment, he felt a sticky, sinister gaze.

But it was only a moment before the other party withdrew the peep.

I don't know if it's a sense that someone is mixed in with the team, or if it's just a routine investigation.

Chu Yuqi glanced at the makeup on Qinglian Dao Chang's face, smiled and nodded, but he didn't care in his heart.

With two Heavenly Thunder Talismans on her side, what else is she afraid of?

Qinglian Daochang and she today play a father and daughter on the verge of bankruptcy, and the makeup of both of them is from her hands.

Taoism pays attention to the five techniques of mountain, medicine, life, physiognomy, and divination, and Chu Yuqi has the highest attainments in physiognomy, plus she is very good at makeup, changing her face through makeup, covering up the heavens, and it is difficult to be recognized.

Didn't the two people in charge of the guidance see the slightest clue?

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The mountains are not quiet in the middle of the night, and birds can be heard from time to time in the dark night.

In the past two days, the weather has become hotter, and the spring breeze is intoxicating and gentle, and everyone who has gone up the mountain is in a good mood.

Even if the group walked for almost an hour on the mountain road, no one felt tired, but talked and laughed, as if they were coming to a spring outing.

The atmosphere was quite relaxed and pleasant.

The people in charge of the guide took everyone into the front yard and walked around, although it was night, and the lights were not on, but tonight the moonlight was very good, and many of the scenery was familiar to everyone according to the outline of the building.

After all, it is an Internet celebrity check-in point, and there are a lot of photos of PO on the Internet, so I can search a lot of them casually, even if I haven't been here, I feel very familiar and kind.

"The scenery here is really good, simple and heavy, if it weren't for the time, I would have liked to take pictures." Someone ridiculed.

"There are too many people during the day, but you can't enjoy such a beautiful view." Someone accosted.

A group of about 20 people, lively chatting.

Those who are in charge of the pick-up are like intimate tour guides, quietly waiting for these people to visit.

It's just that when the gaze occasionally drops, the bottom of the eyes inevitably reveals a little contempt.

Minghao has been standing at the back of the line, playing the role of a quiet and well-behaved nouveau riche daughter, and she rarely even looks around.

Du Fenglang was very clever in talking to the people around him, and behaved very modestly, neither outstanding nor too unpresenceless.

"Alright, it's almost time, we should go inside." Finally, someone took the initiative to remind.

Seeing that the team spontaneously maintained good order, the guide continued to lead the way.

After passing through a few gates, out of the front yard, I went around, and entered the villa through a small gate in the corner, and I had already entered the backyard.

The architecture and decoration of the backyard is very similar to the front yard, and there are traces of incense and candles burning in the yard.

The usher led the group into the largest room in the backyard, where a gilded statue of the god was enshrined.

Ming Hao fell over the statue of the Great Immortal, compared to the statue, this statue is an enlarged version, and it is almost up to the ceiling, which makes people have to look up.

Coupled with the ever-bright lamps and incense candles burning next to it, there is a sense of solemnity and sacredness under the jumping firelight.

Minghao restrained himself from looking at the statue too much.

A person walked over next to him, and said in a soft voice, "Don't you think this statue is a little weird?" ”

Mingmao: "You still see it when you know it's weird, bow your head!" ”

Li Wenhe lowered his gaze.

His companion suddenly lifted his bangs and squeezed his eyes at Mingmao.

Minghao: "......"

Can anyone tell her why He Wangyao also came, and she was dressed as a girl?!

She looked at the two of them indescribably, and Li Wenhe said in a cold voice, "It's not my idea. ”

"My own idea." He Wangyao whispered, "I'm a little Internet celebrity after all, who knows if anyone knows me on the scene, it's better to disguise myself." ”

Mingmao felt that she needed to calm down, and after thinking for a while, she asked, "Why are you here too?" ”

He Wangyao: "Ah Xu asked me to come over to help you." ”

He didn't want to come either, after all, he was afraid of killing those ghosts, but Ah Xu had spoken, what could he do.

Ah Xu never asked for help, and this was the first time he had expressed his worries so clearly, so He Wangyao had no choice but to sneak in so that they could respond to each other.

Mingmiao was a little surprised, she felt that Mr. Gu had some misunderstanding about her abilities, and she looked like someone who needed help?

"Ah Xu said, you are a girl after all, some things are inconvenient, I can take it." He Wangyao explained in a low voice.

Now I understand, no matter how powerful you are, boss, when you encounter certain things, you still have too little experience.

Before Ming Hao could figure it out, a middle-aged Taoist priest came out of it.

The whispered discussion of the crowd suddenly came to an abrupt end.

As soon as the middle-aged Taoist priest came out, several assistants dressed as lay priests lined up behind him, and the group respectfully and reverently bowed to the statue three times and nine times.

After that, the middle-aged Taoist priest took the dust, shook the fairy wind bonely, slowly swept his gaze, and stayed on several women for a few seconds before speaking.

"Since you can participate in today's invitation ceremony, you must have come with sincerity. The Great Immortal is willing to help every devout believer, so the ceremony that waits for a while requires everyone to pray sincerely and not have any disrespect in the bottom of their hearts. ”

Everyone nodded again and again, indicating that they understood the rules, where did they dare to be insincere.

Middle-aged Taoist priest: "After the ceremony is over, everyone needs to write the name and birth date of the enemy in blood on the yellow table paper and throw it into the brazier." Then you can take out the offering and receive the idol. ”

Du Fenglang frowned, the statement here is completely different from the previous statement on WeChat.

It was clearly said before that you can write a beneficiary other than yourself, if the transfer mechanism is the same, wouldn't those people be deceived?

This is too terrifying, many people unconsciously write about the people close to them, but it turns out that they have harmed their relatives.

The others also reacted, and couldn't help but feel a chill on their backs, and turned to rejoice, fortunately, they spent more money and came here in person!

Otherwise, who would have thought that the luck absorbed by the transfer immortal would come from the closest relatives?

I couldn't help but be more respectful of the idol above my head.

No one is unhappy to see themselves lucky, and the enemy is unlucky.

Mingmao laughed silently, he really deserves to be the head of a cult, and his ability to bewitch and brainwash is first-class.

Throwing out a "truth" a little bit made a group of people completely confused, and they became more devout to the transfer immortals.

But these people don't want to think about it, since the transfer immortal can deceive others, why can't he deceive them?

Just because you give hundreds of thousands more? So there are preferential treatments?

What kind of dreams, everyone is just leeks.

There is no way to quantify the luck of this thing, the more people taste the benefits in the early stage, the deeper the poisoning, and when they find that their luck is not good, they will desperately offer more money and more lists of enemies.

Anyway, they are all "enemies", in order to harm others and benefit themselves, and there is no need to have a psychological burden at all.

When the harvest is finally made, who will be left alone?