Chapter 111

The whole place was silent.

The citizens were dumbfounded.

Three... three masters didn't dare to take the order, fearing the backlash of karma, but a newcomer in her early twenties dared to take it?

Was she too ignorant? Or too fearless?

The cameraman followed behind and pointed the camera at the little boy lying on the table. His little face was rosy. If Guan Yuanfang hadn't said that he had been in a coma for more than a month, he would have looked fine.

The cameraman was even more puzzled: "Brother Ji Qing, is the child really sick?"

Yu Jiqing looked at the child and felt heartbroken.

When he saw Guan Yuanfang's desperate look just now, his heart felt like being pierced by a needle. Unfortunately, the masters said that the money was not enough to offset the karma, and he couldn't force the masters to take the order.

Grabbing the microphone, he followed Chu Yueqing closely, watching her take off her coat and stuff it under the boy's head.

He cleverly handed over the microphone.

"The three masters all said that if the money is not enough, you will have to bear the backlash of karma, which may result in death or injury. Master Chu, do you understand?"

Guan Yuanfang only has 9,000 yuan at the moment, which is definitely not enough.

If Chu Yueqing wants to take it, she will definitely have to bear the backlash of karma.

Chu Yueqing wiped the boy's vital point and saw that it was not stained with death, so she replied nonchalantly, "Yeah."

Yeah? It's clear now.

Yu Jiqing was shocked, "Master Chu... Master Chu, aren't you afraid?"

Chu Yueqing said calmly, "If they can't even bear the cause and effect of summoning souls, I think they can just shut themselves up and stop messing around."

The faint contemptuous words were like a loud slap in the face, tearing the fig leaf of the three masters from a distance.

Everyone's face was livid and ugly.

The cause and effect of summoning souls is actually not that big. People have three souls and six spirits. If a child's soul is found back after running away, it will accumulate merits.

For the three masters, many reasons are just excuses.

Zhang Shikai's face flushed: "She is really crazy about making money. She said there is no cause and effect, and I don't know if she has the fate to bear it."

"She likes to brag, so let her do it." Murong Shan sneered and looked at the boy, "He has been in a coma for a month, and I don't know where the main soul has gone. How can a young man wake him up so easily?"

Zhuo Cong and Chu Yueqing are about the same age. It would take a lot of effort and hard work to wake him up.

Murong Shan firmly believed that Chu Yueqing's magic was just so-so.

He looked at Guan Yuanfang who got up from the ground again. He always despised those who wanted to live without money. He sneered: "Miss Guan, I advise you to be cautious in doing things. Find a half-baked Feng Shui master to call back the soul, be careful that the one who comes back is not your son."

After listening.

Everyone present fell silent.

This kind of thing has happened before. Back then, the youngest son of the famous Huo family was also in a coma, so they invited a master to call back the soul.

As a result... the master was not very skilled, not only did he fail to call back the soul of the youngest son of the Huo family, but he also invited the soul of an old man who had been dead for decades.

The old man used a corpse to revive, but after waking up, he refused to return the body.

In the end, the Huo family spent a lot of money and invited the current president of the Xuanmen to solve the problem.

Guan Yuanfang quickly walked to Chu Yueling's side, looking at Murong Shan vigilantly.

"How about this." Murong Shan said compassionately, "Miss Guan, I think your son can wait another week. If you can get enough money within a week, I am willing to make an exception and help your son wake up without an appointment."

When Guan Yuanfang heard that her son only had one week left, tears instantly gathered in her eyes. She looked at Chu Yueqing and handed over 9,000 yuan with shaking hands.

"Master Chu, I believe in you. You can definitely help my son wake up."

She was not stupid. All the masters present were worried about the consequences, but only Master Chu was willing to save the child without fear of death.

How could she still doubt the master?

Chu Yueqing hummed and did not take the money. Instead, she bent down and picked up the red plastic bag on the ground, opened the plastic bag and took out the brush, talisman paper and the prepared cinnabar.

She turned a deaf ear to Murong Shan's sarcasm and just focused on her work.

Chu Yueqing put the child's legs aside, leaving a small corner of space, put the yellow talisman and cinnabar on it, took out a pair of scissors and cut the yellow talisman into the shape of a paper man.

After she was done, she raised her eyes and asked, "What is the child's birth date?"

Guan Yuanfang was stunned for a moment, then reacted and quickly reported the birth date.

The housewives who were watching were very curious, and from time to time two of them would stick their heads out from the crowd to look.

"Master, why do we need the birth date and eight characters to wake the child up?"

"Yes, aren't the birth date and eight characters used for fortune-telling? They can also be used for rituals?"

Chu Yueqing saw that many spectators were curious, so she looked up and found that the curious housewives had not said anything hurtful, so she replied, "A person's life can be observed with the eight characters. The eight characters can record everything that happened in the past."

"To know in detail what happened to make the child become like this, you need to calculate. This situation is also called throwing a stone to test the water."

"Oh." The housewife suddenly realized, "It's the same principle as a doctor. First determine the cause of the disease and then prescribe the right medicine."

Chu Yueqing smiled slightly: "You can understand it this way. Besides, the eight characters are also used to summon spirits."

After that, she counted the eight characters with her fingers, and soon, she understood clearly what had happened.

She looked at Guan Yuanfang: "A month ago, did the child bring you a piece of paper money from Tongdi Bank?"

"Paper money?" Guan Yuanfang was a little confused and began to recall what happened a month ago. He found that it really happened and asked anxiously: "Yes! After school, Xia Zai came back from Shatang Primary School and handed me a piece of paper money, saying that he picked it up on the road. I saw that it was ghost money and thought it was a bit unlucky, so I turned around and threw it into the trash can in the kitchen."

The more he recalled

, the more shocked Guan Yuanfang became, and his expression became increasingly anxious: "It seems that after throwing away the ghost money, he fell into a coma inexplicably the next day. Master, could Xia Zai's coma be related to the money?"

Thinking of this, Guan Yuanfang felt as if a knife was cut into her heart.

Chu Yueqing nodded: "It is indeed related."

At this time.

There was a young man in a red plaid shirt in the crowd, with a puzzled look on his face: "Shatang Primary School a month ago?"

He scratched his head, thinking of the paper money he burned behind the school that day, and suddenly felt guilty, "No way, it can't be such a coincidence?"

He was also burning paper money behind the school that day. Could it be that the paper money that Xia Zai picked was his?

But... there were so many people burning paper money that day, it couldn't be him

, right? If he was the fuse, how big a sin would it be?

Ahem.

The young man decided to wait and see how the situation develops.

Here.

Chu Yueqing continued, "What Xia Zi picked up was 'ancestor money',"

she counted on her fingers, feeling a little amused, "If it was the ancestor money that you can find everywhere on the street, you can just pick up one and forget about it. It won't be a big problem. The strange thing is that the ancestor money Xia Zi picked up has a different meaning."

"Different meaning? What's different?" Yu Jiqing had been listening attentively, and when he saw the opportunity to ask questions, he immediately took advantage of it.

Chu Yueqing smiled helplessly and said, "The meaning is that this ancestor waited for money from his descendants for a hundred years, and he only waited for a hundred-dollar bill, and the denomination was not large."

A hundred years, and he only waited for one bill?

The people present immediately smiled bitterly.

"Wow, no wonder Xiazai fainted."

"Imagine, if I waited a hundred years for my descendants to burn the money, and after finally burning it, the money was picked up by a child, I would be angry too!"

"Not only angry, I would also have to keep the child to be spanked."

"Which descendant is so stingy? Waiting so long to burn a hundred."

Chu Yue calculated: "The descendant who burned the money was very careless. He just read the name of the ancestor, and the money was blown away by the wind. He didn't go to get the money back and continued to burn it."

Someone else asked: "Master, why do paper money have to be burned before it can be used?"

"Well, only after burning it can you enter the Tiandi Bank in the underworld." Chu Yueling continued to explain, "When you burn money for your ancestors, you must also think of the names of your ancestors. In this way, the money can carry the power of wishes and successfully reach the hands of the ancestors. Don't be careless like that younger generation."

Chu Yueling looked at Guan Yuanfang again, "In fact, the old ancestor followed Xia Zai back home that night. He has been waiting for you to put the money down, and then he will find a way to burn the money. In this way, the money can reach his hands."

Who would have thought that Guan Yuanfang would throw the money into the kitchen trash can instead of somewhere else, and it was soaked by water the next second.

"Wet paper money can't be used anymore. The old ancestor was very angry and took Xiazi away."

Guan Yuanfang was frightened and asked quickly: "Will it be useful if I burn the money back to him now?"

"No use." Chu Yueqing shook her head, "Xiazi has been taken away for too long. We can only call back his soul as soon as possible, otherwise his life will be in danger."

Murongshan could see that Xiazi had lost his main soul, but he couldn't see the rest. After listening to Chu Yueqing's bragging, he exposed her: "You are really good at making up stories. If you have lost your main soul, just call it back. If you have the ability, invite the old ancestor up together."

Chu Yueqing ignored him, looked at Xiazi again, and frowned: "Huh?"

Xiazi's vitals were already covered by the black air cage. What happened?

Why did Shrimp look like he was going to die?

She didn't wait any longer and quickly took a brush to write the eight characters on the paper man.

Murong Shan also saw it, and he sneered, "I want to see how the three-legged cat's kung fu can bring back someone who is about to die!"

Chu Yueqing stood the paper man up and placed it on the table, quickly pinched her seal, and silently chanted the soul-calling spell, "All ten palaces of Luofeng have been visited, and the souls have been captured without stopping. The three souls have been captured and returned to the original body, and the seven spirits have been gathered together to return to the divine palace! Shrimp's soul has returned!"①

With a light shout.

The paper man suddenly caught fire, and the crowd of onlookers were so scared that they took several steps back.

"Wow, what happened?"

"Did it just catch fire? Did Master Chu secretly hide a lighter?"

"Yes, how did the paper figurine catch fire?"

After the paper figurine was burned, there was no change at the scene.

Murong Shan sneered: "Miss Guan, Master Chu has failed, you still have time to find me now."

Guan Yuanfang looked at the unresponsive shrimp and squeezed the child's hand tightly.

Suddenly, the sky was overcast and the wind was strong. Many of the foam boxes left by the stall were blown away.

Everyone felt that such a strong wind was extremely strange.

Yu Jiqing wrapped his coat tightly and looked around, shaking his head and said: "Why is it so cold all of a sudden?"

The temperature was more than ten degrees just now, but suddenly it became only a few degrees.

Only the three masters present changed their expressions after feeling the sinister aura.

Guang Deye covered his aching chest. The sinister aura made his already unrecovered body even more uncomfortable. He managed to utter a sentence after a long while.

"Ghost... Ghost King."

"That's right." Zhang Shikai's Taoist robe stuck to his back, and he said in a trembling voice with cold sweat: "Yes, this is the breath of the Ghost King!"

Murong Shan gritted his teeth, gnashing his teeth with anger: "Idiot! You summoned a Ghost King!"

Even someone like him who was about to reach the level of Heavenly Master did not have the ability to summon the Ghost King.

Chu Yueling summoned a soul, but she accidentally summoned it.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to say she was lucky or unlucky.

"Get out of here!"

"Too late!" Guang Deye sensed the approach of the ghost, covered his chest in pain and stepped back, waving his hand vigilantly to let his disciples block in front.

Murong Shan gritted his teeth and cursed: "Chu Yue is an unlearned waste! If I had known that the ghost king was coming, I would have surrendered just now!"

The disciples of Xuanmen blocked the three masters behind, and each of them looked solemn. In a

moment.

The figure of an old man in the official uniform of the Qing Dynasty gradually emerged. He was thin and pale, and his frail body was swaying in the official uniform.

A sinister aura spread out.

The old man had a gloomy face and slowly glanced at the vigilant masters. They all held their breath and dared not move. They were afraid that the Ghost King would come and start killing people if he was dissatisfied.

The atmosphere was tense.

The old man followed the breath and looked at the pale girl standing in front of the stall. After confirming the breath, he placed his right hand on his left hand and performed a Qing Dynasty court greeting.

"Shi Xian, I have come here to apologize to the master."

As soon as the words fell.

Xia Zai, who had closed his eyes, opened his eyes.