In ancient times, Taoists who practiced the mysterious arts would hang copper coins on their waists with red strings to show their status.

One coin was worth one cent, which meant that one could open the altar, two coins meant that one could master the secret technique, and three coins meant that one could exorcise ghosts and demons.

There were also villains who used copper coins to cheat people, but they all ended up dying miserably. Over time, this became a taboo, and no one dared to use it to pass themselves off as the real thing.

One to eight coins can be called a Taoist priest, and only nine coins can be called a heavenly master.

It is said that the heavenly master has the supernatural power to descend to the world and can subdue all evil spirits and demons, and even has the ability to level mountains and fill the sea.

But the real and most powerful ability of the heavenly master is kept secret by all those who know about it, and no one dares to mention it.

Wei Chu and Ji Luoyu, who were already stunned at this time, did not know that Yan Zixiu's mysterious Taoist skills were far more than what could be concluded with nine coins.

In addition to Wei Chu's eyes widening, Ji Luoyu's face was full of shock, and his reaction was overly frightened.

He paused for a long time before he said with a twitch at the corner of his mouth: "Alive, alive, a living Heavenly Master!"

In response to the exaggerated reactions of the two, Yan Zixiu still looked indifferent, without any arrogance or pride.

Wei Chu's Adam's apple slid up and down a few times, and finally he uttered a sentence: "I'll ask the director to come over."

After the door slammed shut, Ji Luoyu's body trembled violently, and then he suddenly came back to his senses.

"Can I ask you a question?" Ji Luoyu's attitude obviously became cautious.

Seeing Yan Zixiu nodded slightly, he licked his lips and said, "Since you are a heavenly master, why do you want to be a star?"

Now in their management office, the highest registered person is the Taoist Master Zhen Qiong, the head of Qingyuan Temple. Such a master only has four cents.

And it is hard to believe that Yan Zixiu did not live in seclusion.

Yan Zixiu looked at him calmly, "Because..."

Ji Luoyu's neck immediately stretched out, and he wanted to stand up his ears.

"Poor."

Ji Luoyu leaned back tactically, and his face was almost engraved with three big words: I, don't, believe it!

Not to mention Yan Zixiu's identity, based on his relationship with the Jing family, how could he be poor.

"Mr. Yan, you are married to..."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the office was suddenly pushed open.

Wei Chu and a middle-aged man walked in together, the latter limping when he walked.

Seeing Yan Zixiu's eyes looking over, the middle-aged man smiled dryly and explained, "Sorry, my legs are numb from going to the toilet just now."

After saying this, he glared at Wei Chu who insisted on pulling him over but said nothing.

"Hello, I'm the director of the China Non-Natural Management Office, my name is Fan Daode."

Yan Zixiu shook hands with the other party and only said his name.

Fan Daode was stunned for a moment, then looked at Ji Luoyu and said, "He is the one who took No. 87..."

Ji Luoyu nodded frantically, and Wei Chu added, "Mr. Yan is the Nine-Coin Heavenly Master."

Fan Daode made a sharp inhalation sound in his throat, like the howling sound coming from the cracks of the window on a windy day.

He glanced at Yan Zixiu, then at Wei Chu, then at Ji Luoyu, and finally at Yan Zixiu again.

It was completely a living human toad.

"God, Master?!" Fan Daode's tongue was tied.

Yan Zixiu sat back in his original position as if he was used to it, waiting for the other party to recover from the convulsion.

After two or three minutes, Fan Daode burped because he inhaled the cool air too hard, and said, "Excuse me, hiccup, how old are you, Mr. Yan?"

Yan Zixiu replied calmly, "Twenty-three."

"Rejuvenation?"

Yan Zixiu didn't intend to waste any more time, so he stood up and said, "If there is nothing else, I will take my leave first."

Fan Daode was shocked and couldn't even stop hiccuping, "Mr. Yan, please stay."

"What else?"

Fan Daode clasped his hands together, then rubbed them with shining eyes and said, "Mr. Yan, are you interested in joining our management office? We are a formal unit with five insurances and three golds."

Seeing Ji Luoyu raised his hands and made a gesture of rubbing money, he hurriedly said, "And the business trip allowance is very high, and you can apply for bonuses based on the level of your mission. There are also very generous year-end bonuses at the end of the year..."

Fan Daode listed a lot of advantages, then approached with expectation and said, "Would you consider it?"

Although Yan Zixiu loved money very much, he didn't want to be bound by any organization, so he said, "No, thank you."

Fan Daode didn't bother to argue with him, and just asked Wei Chu to send the person out.

"Xiao Ji, go and ask Taoist Suixu to come down the mountain tomorrow."

Fan Daode said solemnly, "If Yan Zixiu's identity is real, you must invite him back even if you have to sacrifice all of your year-end bonuses."

It's not that he wants to be suspicious, but Yan Zixiu's face is too confusing. He doesn't look like a Taoist priest at all, let alone a heavenly master.

Ji Luoyu frowned and looked at him, saying loudly, "Director Fan, you are poisonous, right? Why would you sacrifice our year-end bonuses?"

Yan Zixiu just walked out of the Cultural Relics Bureau and saw Jing Shaoci leaning against the car.

"Mr. Jing, why are you here?"

Jing Shaoci glanced at Wei Chu expressionlessly, and then said, "I'll pick you up."

Wei Chu was not a tactless person, and simply said, "Mr. Yan, I'll take you here."

Yan Zixiu said, "Thank you."

After Wei Chu turned around, the two got into the car together.

"What do they want to see you about?"

Yan Zixiu thought for a moment and said, "It may be related to the female ghost in that village that I took in."

Jing Shaoci's eyes were a little heavy, and he said coldly, "Did they embarrass you?"

"That's not the case." Feeling the other party's concern, Yan Zixiu showed a faint smile on his face, "They want me to join the Unnatural Management Office."

Jing Shaoci frowned slightly, "Unnatural Management Office?"

He had never heard of the name of this organization.

"Hmm." Yan Zixiu nodded slightly, "I guess this place is probably a place to recruit wandering scholars." The more

Jing Shaoci listened, the more ridiculous he found it. The country has always advocated a scientific outlook on development and has been opposed to all feudal superstitions and other activities since a long time ago. How could it be possible to set up a place specifically for this?

Seeing that he looked a little cold, Yan Zixiu said, "Don't worry, I didn't agree."

Jing Shaoci's expression eased after hearing this, and after a few seconds he said, "Let's talk about it when we get home."

After the two returned to Jing's house, Xie Wanxin asked with concern, "Xiu Xiu, who are those two people who came to see you?"

Yan Zixiu didn't know how to explain, so he simply replied, "Friends."

Xie Wanxin knew in her heart that he didn't want to say more, so she smiled and said, "I'm glad you're okay."

Before going upstairs, Yan Zixiu went to the yard to dig out the small pot that he had buried a few days ago from under the tree.

After cleaning up the dust, he carried it back to the bedroom.

As soon as he entered the room, he looked at Jing Shaoci and said, "Take off your clothes."

Jing Shaoci's body stiffened for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you want to read bones again?"

"No." Yan Zixiu shook his head, then avoided his gaze and said, "Just take off your clothes."

Jing Shaoci glanced at him, then stood by the bed and began to unbutton his clothes.

When there was only one piece left on his body, Yan Zixiu said very unnaturally, "You go to bed first, then lie in the quilt... Take off your clothes completely."

After saying this, he turned around and left.

After mixing the incense ash in the jar with cinnabar, chicken comb blood and other things, Yan Zixiu took a brush from the pen holder and returned to the bedroom.

At this time, Jing Shaoci was lying on the bed with an expressionless face, wrapped in a quilt.

For some reason, Yan Zixiu suddenly thought of the ancient concubines sleeping with him when he saw this scene.

He pursed his lips, and his ears began to turn red.

"Last time, you and I were injured together. This thing can remove the evil spirit in your body." Yan Zixiu explained.

Although the other party has the Nine Lights to protect his body, this spirit will not cause any effect for a while, but it is better to remove it as soon as possible.

Jing Shaoci took a look at the things in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Why do you want to take off all your clothes?"

"Because," Yan Zixiu felt his throat a little dry for some reason, "Because I want to apply on you..."

Before he finished speaking, Jing Shaoci suddenly sat up from the bed, "Are you going to apply on me like you did when you applied on me?"

He still hasn't forgotten the scene of his cousin being covered in paste like a beggar chicken.

"That's not the case." Yan Zixiu immediately denied it, then lowered his eyes and explained, "It's just writing a talisman."

Jing Shaoci's tense nerves finally relaxed. It's not that he couldn't bear it, but it was just too embarrassing.

"Lie face down."

After Jing Shaoci did as he was told, Yan Zixiu took out a black cloth from somewhere, then raised his hand to cover his eyes.

After tying a knot behind his head, he walked slowly to the bed with a brush and a small jar.

Yan Zixiu first fumbled around the bed with his other hand, then pulled open the quilt.

Jing Shaoci suddenly stood up and turned his head. Yan Zixiu seemed to have expected this. He immediately raised his hand and pointed at his eyes and said, "Don't worry, I can't see."

Jing Shaoci looked at him for a long time before awkwardly burying his face in the pillow.

After Yan Zixiu took off his shoes and got on the bed, he said in a somewhat restrained tone, "Sorry, I might... have to straddle your lower back again."

Now that his eyes were covered, he had to find the right position before he could write. Otherwise, a single mistake in the talisman would lead to a thousand miles of misfortune.

Although it was not difficult for him to draw talismans with his eyes closed, this time it was more complicated and he didn't want to make any mistakes.

When it came to sitting on the waist, Jing Shaoci suddenly remembered the last time he had his bones straightened.

After hearing the other party's lack of response for a long time, Yan Zixiu called out to the side of his ear, "Jing Shaoci?"

Jing Shaoci turned his head away with a dark face, and then said in a muffled voice, "Sit down."

Yan Zixiu breathed a sigh of relief, and then stretched out his fingertips to touch forward.

As luck would have it, the first touch touched Jing Shaoci's waist and hips.

Yan Zixiu hadn't noticed it at this time, but after moving down an inch or so, his fingertips touched a clear arc.

He retracted his fingers as if he had been electrocuted, and the red flush rushed from his ears to his neck.

"You, why do you want to change your position."

He had looked carefully before blindfolding himself. This place should be the position below the opponent's back. How could it become...

Jing Shaoci was so angry at his behavior of complaining first that he wanted to laugh. He simply turned his head and said, "Then I am sorry to you?"

Yan Zixiu's lips moved twice, not wanting to argue with him.

After he silently found a good position, he took a step forward with his long legs.

At the moment when the brush touched his back, an uncontrollable numbness rushed directly to the top of Jing Shaoci's head.

As the tip of the brush began to move on his back, Jing Shaoci began to soften all over. He bit his teeth and deliberately tensed his body, but Yan Zixiu asked him to relax.

"Do you Taoists have to exorcise evil spirits this way?" he asked in a slightly cold voice.

Yan Zixiu did not answer immediately, but waited until the last stroke fell on the upper body before replying in a serious tone: "This time it is because of your special fate that you must use this method to remove it. Ordinary people don't have to go through so much trouble."

When the brush was drawing lower and lower, Jing Shaoci couldn't help but want to stand up, but Yan Zixiu held him down with his elbow.

"Why do you want to move?"

Jing Shaoci took a deep breath, and then said: "Don't tell me that I have to draw that place too."

Yan Zixiu knew that he was uncomfortable, so he comforted him in a calm tone: "Just treat it as a normal organ and don't think too much about it."

After that, he added, "Don't worry, you don't need to draw the front part."

After all, it's useless to draw if it can't be connected.

Jing Shaoci gritted his teeth and said deliberately, "I feel like you are a charlatan who is cheating people for money and sex."

Yan Zixiu's forehead was already slightly sweaty. He knew that he was deliberately provoking him, so he said calmly: "If I want to cheat, I will cheat that beautiful young woman. Why should I bother to plot against a man like you?"

"Because you like me." Jing Shaoci said confidently.

He couldn't be distracted when drawing the talisman, so Yan Zixiu subconsciously followed his lead and said: "Since I love you so much, you should let me take advantage of you to relieve my lovesickness."

After saying this, Jing Shaoci didn't say anything again.

After finally finishing the back, Yan Zixiu slowed down a little and asked the other person to turn over.

After the two of them faced each other, he did not sit down like he had just done, but half-knelt with his legs suspended in the air over Jing Shaoci's lower abdomen.

The brush moved down from the collarbone little by little, and when the tip of the brush passed a point on his chest, Jing Shaoci suddenly let out a muffled groan from his throat.

He resisted the urge to move, because beads of sweat had already dripped down along Yan Zixiu's chin.

Those charming thoughts disappeared in an instant, and Jing Shaoci just stared at the blindfolded Yan Zixiu without blinking, with a strange feeling in his heart.

I don't know if it's because his eyebrows have grown longer or he has lost weight, but Yan Zixiu's appearance seems to be really different from before.

Just at this glance, it's hard to take your eyes off him.

More handsome, and more... seductive.