Chapter 110 Write down the name and birth date of the enemy
Halfway up the mountain, in the darkness, Taoist Qinglian suddenly raised his head.
——Something is wrong.
Chu Yuqi saw him stop, pursed his lips and walked over to hold his arm: "... Dad, what's wrong with you, are you tired?"
Taoist Qinglian shook his head slowly, glanced at Chu Yuqi, and reminded again: "... No, be careful."
Just for a moment, he felt a sticky and sinister gaze.
But it was only a moment, and the other party withdrew his peeping.
I don't know if he noticed that someone had sneaked into the team, or it was just a routine investigation.
Chu Yuqi glanced at the makeup on Taoist Qinglian's face, smiled and nodded, but didn't care in his heart.
With two Heavenly Thunder Talismans, what else does she have to fear?
Today, Taoist Qinglian and she play a father and daughter on the verge of bankruptcy, and both of them are made up by her.
Taoism focuses on the five arts of mountain, medicine, destiny, physiognomy, and radish. Chu Yuqi is the best in physiognomy. In addition, she is very good at makeup. She can change her face through makeup to conceal her secrets, making it difficult for others to detect.
Didn't the two people in charge of guiding her not notice anything?
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The mountain is not quiet at midnight, and birds can be heard from time to time in the dark.
The weather has been getting hotter these two days, and the spring breeze is intoxicatingly gentle, which makes people who go up the mountain feel good.
Even though the group walked for almost an hour on the mountain road, no one felt tired. Instead, they talked and laughed, as if they were on a spring outing.
The atmosphere was quite relaxed and cheerful.
The people in charge of the reception took everyone into the front yard for a walk. Although it was night and the lights were not on, the moonlight was very good tonight, and many of the scenery was familiar to everyone, shining on the outlines of the buildings.
After all, it is a popular check-in spot. There are many photos posted online. Just search a lot of them. Even if you have never been there, you will feel very familiar and friendly.
"The scenery here is really good, simple and heavy. If I hadn't run out of time, I would have taken a photo." Someone joked.
"There are too many people during the day, and you can't appreciate such beautiful scenery." Someone said.
A group of about 20 people were chatting lively and noisy.
Those who were in charge of the reception were like attentive tour guides, quietly waiting for these people to visit.
But when their eyes occasionally dropped, they couldn't help revealing a bit of contempt.
Ming Zhuo had been standing at the end of the team, playing the role of a quiet and well-behaved daughter of a nouveau riche, and she seldom even looked around.
Du Fenglang was very smart in talking to the people around him, and he was very moderate, neither standing out nor too invisible.
"Okay, it's almost time, we should go in." 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 several doors, leaving the front yard, and making a circle, they entered the villa through a small door in the corner of the wall and had already entered the backyard.
The architecture and decoration style of the backyard are very similar to those of the front yard, and there are traces of burning incense in the yard.
The guide brought everyone into the largest room in the backyard, where a gilded statue was enshrined.
Mingzhuo had seen the statue of the God of Fortune before. Compared with that statue, this one was an enlarged version, almost reaching the ceiling, forcing people to look up.
With the eternal lamps and incense burning next to it, there was a sense of solemnity and sacredness under the jumping firelight.
Mingzhuo restrained himself from looking at the statue too much.
A man walked over and said in a soft voice: "Don't you think this statue is a bit weird?"
Mingzhuo: "You know it's weird, but you still look at it? Lower your head!"
Li Wenhe lowered his eyes.
His companion suddenly lifted her bangs and squinted at Ming Zhuo.
Ming Zhuo: "..."
Who can tell her why He Wangyao also came and dressed up as a girl? !
She looked at the two of them in confusion, and Li Wenhe said coldly, "It's not my idea."
"It's my own idea." He Wangyao whispered, "After all, I'm a little internet celebrity. Who knows if anyone knows me at the scene? It's better to dress up."
Ming Zhuo felt that she needed to calm down. After thinking for a while, he 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 scared of those ghosts, but Ah Xu had already spoken, what else could he do.
Ah Xu never asks for help from others. This is the first time that he has expressed his concern so clearly. He Wangyao had to sneak in so that they could support each other.
Ming Zhuo was a little surprised. She wondered if Mr. Gu had any misunderstanding about her ability. Did she look like someone who needed help?
"Ah Xu said that you are a girl after all, so some things are inconvenient. I can take over." He Wangyao explained in a low voice.
Now you understand, boss, no matter how powerful you are, you still have too little experience when it comes to certain things. Before
Ming Zhuo could figure it out, a middle-aged Taoist priest came out.
The whispers of the crowd stopped abruptly.
As soon as the middle-aged Taoist priest came out, several assistants dressed as lay Buddhists lined up behind him. The group bowed three times and kowtowed nine times respectfully to the statue.
Afterwards, the middle-aged Taoist priest took the whisk, swung it with an immortal demeanor, and slowly scanned the women, lingering on them for a few seconds before speaking.
"Since you are able to participate in today's summoning ceremony, you must have come with sincerity. The God of Fortune is willing to help every devout believer, so in the ceremony later, you need to pray sincerely and not have any disrespect in your heart."
Everyone nodded repeatedly, indicating that they understood the rules and dared not be insincere.
The middle-aged Taoist priest: "After the ceremony is over, everyone needs to write the name and birth date of the enemy in blood on yellow paper and throw it into the brazier. Then you can take out the offerings and receive the statue of the god."
Du Fenglang frowned. The statement here was completely different from the previous statement on WeChat.
It was clearly stated before that one could write a beneficiary other than oneself. If the transfer mechanism is the same, then those people were deceived?
This is too scary. Many people ignorantly wrote their close ones, but it turned out to harm their relatives.
Others also reacted, and a chill ran down their backs. They turned to be thankful that they had spent more money and came in person!
Otherwise, who would have thought that the luck that the fortune-teller absorbed came from their closest relatives? They
couldn't help but be more respectful to the statue above their heads.
No one is unwilling to see themselves get lucky while their enemies get unlucky.
Mingzhuo smiled silently. As expected, he is the leader of a cult. He has a first-class ability to deceive and brainwash.
Just throwing out a "truth" made a group of people completely bewildered and more devout to the fortune-teller.
But these people didn't think about it. Since the fortune-teller can deceive others, why can't he deceive them?
Just because you give hundreds of thousands more? So there is preferential treatment?
What kind of beautiful dream is this? We are all leeks.
Luck is something that cannot be quantified. The more benefits people get in the early stages, the more addicted they become. When they find that their luck is not working, they will desperately offer more money and a list of more enemies.
Anyway, they are all "enemies" and they are just trying to benefit themselves by harming others. There is no need to feel psychologically burdened.
When the harvest is finally done, who can remain unscathed?