"Yes, here's the money!" Fang Zhiyi reached out her hand directly.
The family was stunned. The old man, who was clearly the head of the household, even peeked out from behind Fang Zhiyi to make sure there were only two people: "Kid, are you a beggar?"
"What food? I'm here on business!"
"work?"
Fang Zhiyi was too lazy to explain. He was having a hard time too, having to earn money during the day and deal with ghosts at night. The resentment on his body was even more terrifying than the ghosts. He simply slapped the talisman in his hand onto the old man's hand.
The old man was a little confused, but when he looked up again, he was stunned.
But before he could speak, Fang Zhiyi took the talisman away.
"Understand?"
"I understand! I understand!" The old man immediately busied himself getting the money.
The other family members were all puzzled until Fang Zhiyi took the money and gave each of them a talisman. Then, they saw the ghost behind Fang Zhiyi, bound by a red rope.
"Master!" The lady of the house immediately covered her mouth.
"My son! How could you..."
Fang Zhiyi didn't say much, turned around and walked outside to sit down, leaving Xiaobai to watch this scene.
Xiao Bai remembered that they saw the ghost by chance. At the time, it was trying to put its foot into the foot of a passerby, obviously trying to possess him. After Fang Zhiyi used a talisman to punish it, the ghost kept crying.
"See? The vengeful ghosts that everyone fears are sometimes the relatives that some people dream of seeing again," Fang Zhiyi said.
Xiao Bai nodded.
"Once you understand it, the others in the room will be yours to handle."
Xiao Bai looked at Fang Zhiyi with some surprise.
"What are you looking at? Isn't it your duty to serve your master?"
"Master Dao, what do you mean...?"
Fang Zhiyi looked at the rat spirit with a hint of exasperation: "How did you become a demon with that brain of yours? Huh?"
Xiao Bai was overjoyed: "Master!"
"Damn it, you're the worst of all my apprentices!"
"Master, do you have many disciples?"
Fang Zhiyi looked up at the night sky: "Yes, a lot."
"Are they all very capable?"
Fang Zhiyi suddenly thought of a fool: "Uh...more or less."
"I will never disgrace you, Master!"
"You'd better work hard!" Fang Zhiyi thought to herself, "If you don't work hard, your teacher won't be able to take any more of your time."
As dawn broke, the talismans lost their power, and the atmosphere of the family reunion gradually turned somber. The old man even offered to pay his son to stay, but the greedy young Taoist waved his hand and said, "It's not about money. Leaving a ghost in the house will cause big trouble sooner or later."
"Then, young Taoist priest, where will my son go?" the old man stammered.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at Xiaobai: "Go where you're supposed to go."
Xiao Bai took the red rope, and the ghost followed behind it reluctantly, but it no longer struggled and its face showed some relief.
"Master, what should we do with it?"
"They've performed the ritual to help the deceased pass on."
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