Apprentice the four-eyed Taoist master

Chapter 81 The Past of the Haunted House

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"Dao Chang Xu!"

Slightly surprised, he swept across the seven boys with food on their faces, Huang Yuanjia looked respectful, and leaned toward the long and standing young Daoist opposite.

Xu Junming smiled and nodded.

"Jushi Huang really didn't disappoint people. It took less than four days to finish things."

Huang Yuanjia waved his hand and motioned to the comrades to put down the box.

"The Taoist chief has a great kindness to my Huang family, so Yizhi naturally doesn't dare to neglect." He opened the lid of the box and revealed the yellow gold bars inside.

"The jewellery that the chief Taoist handed down has been sold at the highest price in the market, and the total amount of silver earned is 23,252 taels. Then he made his own choice, exchanged one hundred fifty taels of gold, and gave it to the chief Taoist. send over."

"According to what you said, three thousand two hundred fifty-two taels of silver should be exchanged for one hundred and thirty-five taels of gold. Why is there so much more here?"

Huang Yuanjia prayed again.

"The Daoist took a risk and rescued the children Hun and Po, and then he kept feeling for five years, so he made his own claim and put together a whole number for the Daoist."

Xu Junming smiled faintly and looked at his expression.

"Jushi Huang is a courtesy to others, he must ask for something, right?"

Huang Yuanjia is a typical businessman who pays attention to three in and seven out. He wouldn't do a loss-making business.

Huang Yuanjialu smiled awkwardly at the face of the opposite side, which was black and white, and as deep as a deep pond, as if his eyes could penetrate the bottom of his heart.

"The Daoist's eyes are like a torch, and his wisdom is as deep as a sea of ​​abyss. If you use this little trick, you really can't hide your eyes."

As a businessman, he is straightforward and doesn't sound offensive.

"Zhang Daochang has something to say directly!"

"Yes! ... Dao Changrong is gifted, and there is another friend who is also a big family in Tanzhou City. He has a house and has been haunted for many years. He has found a lot of monks Daoist, but it has not worked. I heard about the child a few days ago. The matter came to me."

"...I can't get rid of it, so I came to find Dao Chief. If Dao Chief can solve the problem, he is willing to give a silver pattern to thank Dao for growing up!"

Xu Junming nodded.

He would naturally not refuse something that can make money and earn merit, but the premise is that it is within his own ability.

"Don't worry about money, I have to go to your friend's yard first!"

"Of course it's okay. Then you...?"

"Nothing left or right, let's go now!"

Huang Yuanjia looked happy.

"I'll drive a long road over."

Xu Junming nodded, using the technique of space compression to press one hundred fifty taels of gold into the size of an apple, and put it into the bag.

As for smelting, it’s not too late to wait until you come back.

He patted the Fabag, Xu Junming was about to leave, and saw the feathers next to him, his steps stopped again.

Turned around.

"Old layman, can you let Mao Tou walk with me this afternoon?"

"Of course it's okay. I'm just afraid that this child will be awkward and ruin the Dao Chang's things." Old Ma hurriedly said.

"It's just some sweeping things, it's very simple!"

"Since the Daoist Master doesn't dislike it, then take him....Changshan, can't you come?"

Mao Tou came over reluctantly. If he had a choice, he would even want to be with the little flower he was thinking of.

"Follow Dao Master, be smarter, don't cause trouble!"

"Got it, grandpa!"

"Smelly boy, let's go!"

He walked out of the house with his hair looking back and forth one step at a time.

The child is not long, and the novelty of riding in a car for the first time makes him quickly forget his own little girlfriend.

Looking at the wiggly hair, Xu Junming's eyes were scrutinized.

The reason why he brought this little guy out was not because of his two generations of 10,000-year-old virgins and envied the love affair in the kindergarten.

Rather, he deliberately checked whether Mao Tou had the fate of cultivating Taoism, and if so, he would recommend it to Jiu Shu.

Filial piety, clever and clever, must be several times better than A Xing and Xiaoyue.

If he can achieve something in the future, the Jiushu Taoist tradition will also have a heir, and he will be worthy of the kindness he gave the ‘diyang straw mat’ back then.

"Maotou, what do you want to do when you grow up in the future?" Xu Junming asked.

"I want to be like Tang Dashuai!"

Mao Tou said with a look of longing.

"Dashu Tang?"

Xu Junming had a question mark on his face.

Huang Yuanjia in the co-pilot explained with a smile: "The handsome Tang in Xiaoge Ma's mouth should be Tang Zhuxin, the current governor of Nanhu."

Mao Tou nodded vigorously, and said in an enviable tone.

"Every time Mr. Tang came out, he brought with him more than a hundred guards with box cannons. They shouted and hugged them, so majestic. Everyone would nod and bow their heads when they saw him. The place where he lives is a high-walled compound and he eats delicacies from the sea and the mountains. He was wearing silk satin... and I heard that he has a wife in the eighteenth room!"

Seeing that his thoughts were not in his mind, and his saliva was going to flow down, Xu Junming's face was as black as water.

In vain, he still wanted to save this bastard to enlightenment, but he didn't expect that he was so attached to the red dust, and he didn't have any morality in his body. It was a waste of his kindness.

"Look at your unpromising appearance!"

Xu Junming slapped the back of Mao Tou's head with a slap.

"Ouch!"

Holding his head, squinting to see Xu Junming's face is ugly, his hair pouted, and he didn't dare to say anything.

Xu Junming did not speak, and the atmosphere in the car calmed down.

Seeing that he was a little angry, Huang Yuanjia was afraid of offending him, so his breathing was lightened.

The car passed through the streets and alleys. About half an hour later, a pair of Guardian Lions houses in front of a red wall and green tiles stopped outside the door of the mansion with the scarlet door closed.

When a group of people got off the bus, the people who had been waiting here in advance walked over in a hurry.

As an intermediary, Huang Yuanjia would naturally introduce him to both parties.

"Steward Zhang, this is Daochang Xu whom I mentioned to Master Cen before."

A middle-aged man with a short stature and a stubborn mustache and a pair of rat eyes with a shrewd eye, he looked up and down Xu Junming.

Seeing him so young, doubts could be revealed in his eyes.

Huang Yuanjia is so sophisticated and quickly said.

"Steward Zhang, although the elder Xu Dao is young, he is a senior brother of Maoshan, with high magic power, and it's not a matter of catching ghosts and demons."

Steward Zhang nodded, and two steps forward, cupped fist saluted.

"Next to Cen's housekeeper Zhang Youliang, I have met Daochang Xu!"

Xu Junming, who had heard the conversation between the two a long time ago, raised his right palm indifferently.

"Jushi Zhang is polite. See you Xu Junming, a disciple of the Southern School of Maoshan."

"Dao Master Xu, did Mr. Huang ever tell you the situation of our old courtyard in Cen Mansion?"

"Never!"

Nodded clearly, but Steward Zhang made some preparations.

"This incident dates back to a year ago. My master bought a concubine named'Yanniang' from Chunfang Tower. She was very doted on weekdays. Later, this Yanniang had an affair with the guard of the Fuzhong, and she became pregnant. "

"...The master was furious and wanted to put her to death. Later, the wife interceded, thinking that she should find out the situation before making a decision. As a result, the lady jumped into the lake and committed suicide that night, and the body was not salvaged."

"...It didn't matter at first. I didn't expect that during the first seven years of Yanniang, there would be weird noises in the Fuzhong. People often heard crying in the middle of the night. I asked the mage and Daoist to do this, but there was no result. The next half month One night, Mrs. Chunxiang, the maid’s maid, suddenly hanged herself on a willow tree by the lake."

Having said this, Manager Zhang's tone began to tremble, and there was also a look of fear on his face.

Although it has been a year, now that the old thing is brought up again, I still can't help but feel fear.

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