The young Taoist priests' chanting stopped immediately. They all turned around to see Ju Jingbai's cold face, but they didn't dare to speak. Only a hint of complaint flashed through their eyes. After meeting Ju Jingbai's gaze, they quickly lowered their heads and frantically began to search for a spare statue, dusting it off and handing it to Ju Jingbai.

"Master, what's wrong with you? You have to help me perform the ritual properly. You can't be so clumsy. If you fail, the deposit will be fully refunded." Off the court, He's mother's voice was the most cheerful.

Ju Jingbai took the statue and took the opportunity to glance back. All the Taoists in the venue avoided her gaze. It seemed that the person performing the ritual was actually the leader of this group of Taoists.

"Ms. He, don't worry. This was just a small mistake. It won't happen again." Ju Jingbai said, pinching the base of the statue hard. He watched the base of the statue slowly covered with tiny scars and the evil aura slowly fading away. He nodded with satisfaction.

She glanced at the fragments of the original statue, and before she could say anything, the little Taoist priest waved a dustpan to clean up the fragments. Ju Jingbai held the statue in both hands, seriously put the statue back to its original position, shook the whisk, and led He Sishui to stand behind the statue.

"Come on, close your eyes." Ju Jingbai said expressionlessly.

He Sishui looked at the man in front of her and closed her eyes with amusement. This man gave her a different feeling than before. She suddenly had an absurd idea that this Taoist priest deliberately broke the ritual utensils for her.

Tsk, that's ridiculous, but performing the ritual itself is ridiculous.

He Sishui thought sarcastically, repeating in her heart that this was all fake and had no scientific basis, but her heart began to beat violently, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and fine beads of sweat oozed out of her forehead.

The fear that has always existed in my heart was slowly aroused.

This was her second ritual. The last time, she was dragged into a blessing ceremony by her parents without their knowledge. Afterward, she had a low-grade fever for several days and nightmares for a week. After finally recovering from her cold, she suddenly felt short of breath the day before yesterday. She then told her uncle about it, and he was very worried. He immediately took her to get a talisman.

When her parents found out, they assumed she was just tired and just told her to go to bed early.

He Sishui snorted self-deprecatingly. Ever since her twin brother's death, she felt like she was being taken away by her uncle, a scene that brought back memories. But who doesn't want the love of their parents? Coming to Haicheng to study was her choice, specifically to make it easier for her to see them.

This time, just treat it as her last chance to pamper her parents.

“Thus, a lucky person speaks kindly, sees kindly, and does kindly…”

He Si Shui listened to the Taoist priest's voice and her initial annoyance disappeared. However, the young Taoist priests behind her did not know why, but instead started to discuss among themselves instead of cooperating with him.

"Ahhhh fuck, Taoist Cui Yan is asking for..."

"This is for blessing and good luck... right? Is Taoist Cui crazy? We'll be laughed at by our peers later. Who gave Taoist Cui this note?... This is so embarrassing."

"I, I didn't notice. Maybe I took the wrong one? Should we stop him?"

"Do you dare? If you dare, then go ahead... I've always known that Master Cui wasn't very good at cultivation, but I didn't expect him to be this bad. He can't even tell the difference between a funeral ritual and a blessing ritual. I really want to put a sack on him."

The real Cui Yan couldn't help but sneeze, dizzy and humping the sack on his head, he said angrily, "Why are you so slow? Stop standing there and unravel it quickly. The ritual is going to be delayed. Damn it, it must be one of our colleagues who is jealous of us. I'm going to report them to the police station when I get out. Let them use these shady tricks."

"Master, are you really not going to call for help?" The young Taoist priest rubbed the hemp rope on his wrist painfully, looked at the person entering the toilet, hid behind the green plants, and struggled hard, "I understand, Master, we must deal with this kind of shame on our own."

Cui Yan said coldly, "That's good to know, but this deal is going to fail."

In the small auditorium, Mother He rubbed her belly and nervously watched Ju Jingbai on the stage, fearing the ritual would fail. Although the young Taoist priests knew the Taoist priest's chanting was incorrect, no one dared to expose Taoist Cui Yan. For a moment, apart from Ju Jingbai's chanting, the large auditorium was silent.

He Sishui lowered her head, pondering the young Taoist's words. It turned out that this wasn't a blessing ritual she was supposed to perform? A funeral ritual didn't sound right. What had her parents told her to do?

"Calm your mind, hold your head high and your chest high."

He Si Shui subconsciously did as she was told, and the next second she realized that Taoist Cui Yan's voice was softer than the one she had heard before, less aggressive, and much more pleasant to the ear.

The gentle chanting sound calms the heart that has been unable to calm down.

He Si Shui felt the soft bristles of the whisk brushing down from the top of his head, once, twice, three times.

It seemed as if all the pores on my body were opened by the whisk, and for a moment I felt an unprecedented comfort.

Along with this comfort, Dudu, who had been standing by the curtain, saw the hint given to him by Ju Jingbai. Dudu nodded and rolled up the curtain and rushed to the corner. For a moment, all the darkness was driven away, the breeze drifted in through the gauze window, and the not-so-dazzling sunlight poured in from the window, filling the room with warm light.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now."

He Sishui naturally felt the brightness of the world. She squinted her eyes, raised her hand to block the sunlight, looked out the window, and then looked at the person in front of her.

The next second, her eyes widened suddenly.

The face of the person in front of him seemed to have been wiped off and repainted. The old Taoist priest with triangular eyes turned into Ju Jingbai with smiling eyes. His fair skin shone in the sunlight, which was beautiful beyond words.

She looked at Ju Jingbai in shock as he tapped her forehead with a whisk. The whisk fell and then rose up, and the bright sunlight suddenly spread all over her face.

The resentment and resentment in her heart completely dissipated, and she felt relaxed both physically and mentally.

A long, long time later, He Si Shui could still clearly remember the feeling at that time, as well as Ju Jingbai's expression.

"Xiaobai? You?" He Sishui said in surprise.

"Don't ask so many questions. I'll explain it to you when we get back." Ju Jingbai smiled and used the third psychedelic talisman at hand. The next moment, Taoist Cui Yan appeared on the stage again.

The little Taoist priest behind Ju Jingbai and He Sishui noticed her and smiled.

The little Taoist priest retreated to the edge of the stage in fear, covered his mouth, and didn't even dare to scream.

It was at this moment that Xu Ge pushed open the door of the small auditorium. Seeing the bright room and the warm atmosphere in the auditorium, he knew that the matter was accomplished.

The young ghost was still trying to struggle his hands out of Xu Ge's grip.

Xu Ge reached out and waved at the back of the young ghost's head: "Did you see that?"

The young ghost stopped struggling, raised his head and glanced at the figures on the stage, curling his lips: "What did you see? You still want me to praise her? In my opinion, the girl on the stage is not that good. She looks sick and still performs rituals for others. What if she gets backlashed? I advise her to go back and recuperate as soon as possible. But the middle-aged Taoist priest next to her is tall and thin, and looks like an immortal. Compared with her, he looks particularly good-looking." He took another closer look at the middle-aged Taoist priest, and the more he looked at him, the more handsome he thought he was.

Xu Ge glanced at the stage, and when he heard the ghost say it was good, he instantly knew what role Ju Jingbai was playing. He smiled and pulled the young ghost towards the stage.

"Master, what's going on?" Mother He asked anxiously, "Is there something wrong with the ritual?" No matter how dumb she was, she knew something was wrong. The ritual they had planned was not a serious one. It would be more reliable if it was eerie, but this room was brightly lit. Could it succeed?

Upon seeing this, Mr. He stood up and ran to the curtain to figure out how to pull it back.

"The ritual is fine, of course it's fine." Xu Ge's voice was slightly hoarse. He met Ju Jingbai's gaze, looked at the gesture Ju Jingbai made to him, and nodded in appreciation. "Uncle and aunt, this is a serious blessing ritual, isn't it? Isn't that what you're doing?"

"Did I do something wrong?"

Mother He looked at her daughter and naturally didn't dare to tell her the real ritual she was going to perform. She asked cautiously, "Who are you? We're not talking to you. Do you know Taoist Cui Yan?"

"But I think you probably want to meet Dudu." Xu Ge said.

"Dudu? How do you know who Dudu is?" Mother He was surprised.

At this moment, the curtains seemed to be responding to Xu Ge's words and began to close spontaneously. The sound they made when closing was no longer the smooth friction of iron sheets, but a "creaking" sound, as if the sound of grinding teeth in sleep was infinitely amplified. Father He was horrified and fell backwards.

The warm sunlight was blocked out of the auditorium, and the original cold atmosphere began to gather again.

Ju Jingbai pulled He Sishui out of the center position.

The next moment, in the shocked eyes of He's father, He's mother, and He Sishui, a small figure slowly emerged in the central area of ​​the ritual.

Dudu swallowed and tightly grasped the beautiful rose in his hand. He had just gone to the bathroom and had made sure his hair and clothes were as clean and tidy as possible, but the scar on his face was not something he could control.