My Side Job is a Trader

The next day, Zhang Xin called the boss of a gardening company left by Zuo San and asked them to come over and help decorate the yard, especially the piled up small slope.

Under Zhang Xin's money offensive, the garden company was very efficient. It took only half a day to complete the planting of all the plants and flowers. There was even time to transport some landscape stones from the company. The pond was also made of stones. rockery.

In the evening of that day, after finishing all the messy things, Zhang Xin wrapped the soul-raising bottle with cloth layer by layer and put it in his backpack. He took the two little guys on the flight to Sioux City and arrived in Sioux City. After the booked hotel settled down, it was almost midnight.

Fortunately, the two little guys are very well-behaved and sensible, and they didn't make a fuss on the road, and because the two little guys are so cute, they were teased by a woman next to them on the plane, and they didn't want to part with them until they got off the plane. Return the baby to Zhang Xin.

Early the next morning, Zhang Xin took the baby to Qingfeng Temple in Xishan.

After a brief greeting, Daoist Songfeng asked Zhang Xin to show him the Soul Cultivation Bottle.

Zhang Xin asked the two little guys to play by themselves first, and took out the tightly wrapped soul nourishing bottle from the backpack.

Daoist Songfeng hurriedly took it carefully, carefully checked the runes on the black bottle, and said: "Yes, this thing is indeed a soul-raising bottle. To be precise, it should be called a soul-absorbing bottle. Look at the seal, maybe there is something inside. There really is a little ghost."

Zhang Xin hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Master, are there really ghosts in this world?"

"Do you think there are souls in this world?"

Daoist Songfeng asked back.

Zhang Xin said: "Of course!"

"Then why do you still doubt whether there are ghosts?"

Zhang Xin is right when he thinks about it. He has "seen" with his own eyes the scene of the soul leaving the body after death, and he still doubts whether there are ghosts in the world. To some extent, the two should be unified, or Believe them all, or none of them.

Daoist Songfeng returned to his room, and after a while, he took out a few yellow paper talismans, and solemnly pasted them on the soul-raising bottle, but not long after, the paper talismans spontaneously ignited, and it was Zhang Xin's first time In such a situation, after all, Daoist Songfeng didn't do anything.

Zhang Xin took a paper talisman and smelled it, but found no flammable substances such as phosphorous powder on it.

Daoist Songfeng was frowning and looking at the Soul Cultivation Bottle, and seeing Zhang Xin looking at the paper talisman curiously, he said angrily: "Don't look, this is the real paper talisman handed down from Longhushan Tianshi Mansion. Talisman, it's not something to fool people on the road."

Zhang Xin nodded and put down the paper talisman. Seeing Taoist Songfeng's serious face, he knew that things might not be optimistic, but he still asked, "What's the matter, Master, is there any problem?"

"The problem is getting bigger. Before, I wasn't sure if the soul-absorbing bottle was empty. I just took out a piece of talisman paper and tried it, and the reaction was so big. Not only did there exist little ghosts in it, but it was also very difficult to deal with. "

"Ah? Master, do you know how to catch ghosts? If you can't, let's throw this thing into Taihu Lake."

Daoist Songfeng glared at him, and said: "What nonsense! Your master and I are Taoist disciples anyway. Although the mana is weak, there are still many ways to deal with some demons and ghosts. Although it is the end of the age, but for these ghosts Speaking of it, it also doesn’t have much strength.”

After Taoist Master Songfeng finished speaking, he returned to the wing room. When he came out again, he had already changed into a solemn and solemn Taoist robe, and he was still holding some equipment for Taoist priests to catch ghosts that he had seen in movies and TV dramas.

Zhang Xin had black lines all over his hair, and the two little fellows were also looking at the brand-new Daoist Song Feng curiously.

"Master, you're not kidding me, are you? Your outfit is really too similar to the ghost hunter in the movie."

Daoist Songfeng ignored him and took out his mobile phone to make a call. A few minutes later, a few Taoist priests who often stayed in the Taoist temple came over with various magic tools in their hands.

Then two young Taoist boys came out, and brought out an altar from the lobby, on which were all kinds of magic tools such as incense burner, Sanqing Ling, mahogany sword and so on.

Zhang Xin and his two babies stood by and watched everyone busy. In about 20 to 30 minutes, a simple dojo was built in the open space in front of the house.

At this time, Daoist Matsukaze glanced at the time, and then asked someone to put the soul-destroying bottle in the sun.

At noon, Daoist Songfeng stood in front of the altar and lit three sandalwood.

This action seemed to be a signal, and a group of mages, holding magic tools in their hands, sat down around the altar according to a certain trajectory, and then began to chant sutras.

Zhang Xin listened carefully and found that what they were reading was actually the Sutra of Rebirth.

"Isn't this going to supersede the little ghost in the bottle?"

Zhang Xin had a guess in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, Daoist Songfeng held a piece of jade wat in his hand, murmured something, and then bowed in all directions, as if saluting an invisible existence.

Suddenly, Zhang Xin felt a special aura, which appeared abruptly, as if suddenly appearing from the void.

Zhang Xin quickly opened his sky eyes to observe, and found that the entire ashram had been enveloped by an aura, and as the mages chanted sutras, the aura became stronger and stronger, and Taoist Songfeng, who was presiding over the ceremony, also became unfamiliar at this moment When he got up, he seemed to sense that Zhang Xin was observing with his celestial eyes. Daoist Songfeng looked at him, his eyes were emotionless, like a fairy.

Zhang Xin was startled, and felt that he might have offended this unknown existence. When he was thinking about whether to apologize, he saw Daoist Songfeng, or the possessed existence, nodded at him, and then continued. ceremony.

Zhang Xin breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately became confused again, not knowing what Daoist Songfeng meant.

Next, Daoist Songfeng took out a piece of talisman paper and pasted it directly on the mouth of the dementing bottle. There was no wind, and the tin on the bottle mouth was melted, and then a black wind visible to the naked eye gushed out from the bottle mouth.

Zhang Xin put his heart into his throat, it was different from the soul he saw last time, it was a genuine evil spirit, I don't know if there will be any accident today.

Soon, the black air began to thin out, and Zhang Xin knew that the real master was about to come out.

Sure enough, a naked child burst out of the soul-destroying bottle and stretched, as if it hadn't moved for a long time.

Suddenly, as if feeling uncomfortable, the kid looked around, immediately showed a fierce expression, and said something that Zhang Xin couldn't understand.

These were all Zhang Xin saw through the eyes of the sky, while the other people in the dojo couldn't see anything, they just felt that the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped a lot, and they could all feel a chill.

However, these did not affect everyone's chanting at all. As the aura became stronger and stronger, a vortex suddenly appeared in the center of the aura, and the gravitational force generated began to pull the little ghost over.

The little ghost seemed to be terrified, and could clearly feel that it was resisting this force.

In the end, it actually said something to Daoist Songfeng, but Daoist Songfeng yelled a slogan and said: "Ashes to ashes to dust, you should not have appeared in the world, you should leave as soon as possible."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the dust whisk on the altar, as if sweeping away dust, and swept the little ghost into the whirlpool.