Tang Xingxing's face wrinkled up, but he didn't cry out for pain. Duan Chaosheng put his hand on his shoulder and brought him behind him with a little force. He looked directly at Jin Shuling and said in a deep voice: "Aunt Jin, calm down, they

I can’t save Ah Qing.”

"Who can they save if they can't, you?" Jin Shuling collapsed emotionally, her expression a little scary under the exquisite makeup, "It's all because of you who led Ah Qing astray that he would be like this! If not

You guys, how could Ah Qing faint? It’s all your fault! Ahhhhh!”

She held her head and spoke in a shrill voice, as if she was suffering from a mental illness. She couldn't control her body. Ji Houming grabbed her hand with an ugly face to prevent her from going crazy.

The dozen or so masters subconsciously took a step back. A monk slightly bent over the two of them from a distance and recited the Buddha's name, "Amitabha."

"Blessings and blessings are immeasurable."

"Mr. Ji, Madam is emotionally unstable and must not be stimulated any more. Why don't you give your young master's soul to me and let these juniors go out first."

Ji Houming held down Jin Shuling who was going crazy, feeling like a monkey being laughed at by a large group of people.

Ever since Jin Shuling caused that incident, he, a dignified chairman of a listed group, has completely become a laughing stock in the circle. Now this shrew is going crazy in front of everyone. Where can he put his face?

Ji Houming couldn't bear it anymore, and said with a stern face: "What are you doing to steal A Qing's soul? Take it out and give it to the master quickly, and get out!"

Because Jin Shuling lost her mind, Ji Houming subconsciously thought that they were trying to cause trouble and steal the soul from the master he invited. He was extremely upset, and without a good look on his face, he directly scolded her.

Of course, the couple would not dare to sneer at Duan Chaosheng no matter what. His stinky face was facing Tang Xingxing's side, while Lu Li and Chu Hanxing were standing behind Tang Xingxing.

That group of people were just waiting to watch the show, with contemptuous eyes. So what if he could break through the illusion formation? Jiang was still old and hot. In front of them, he was a little younger. In the end, he had to surrender his soul obediently and give 10 million yuan.

Give them the bounty.

Who told them that experience is all they need in this industry? They are young, what do they know? How can employers trust them?

Chu Hanxing smiled faintly: "If your moral character is lacking, what kind of eminent monk is that?"

Tang Xingxing's ears twitched and he saw Chu Hanxing walking past him, grabbing Jin Shuling's arm and using a clever move, he took her out.

Ji Houming's face turned pale: "What are you doing?"

"Donor, please don't lie." The monk said with a majestic appearance and compassionate eyes, "Amitabha."

"Wait." Chu Hanxing felt Jin Shuling's pulse, thought for a moment, put his index finger and middle finger together, and quickly tapped several acupuncture points on Jin Shuling through her clothes.

After a moment, Jin Shuling burped, stopped going crazy, and her expression became normal.

She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly she felt refreshed. Her mind, which had always been chaotic, became clearer than ever before. She looked at her hands with dull eyes and murmured in a low voice: "What's wrong with me..."

Ji Houming thought she was putting on a show, but her expression didn't look like she was faking it, and he was suddenly shocked, "You don't remember?"

Jin Shuling shook her head absentmindedly, "I only remember that I asked Xiaoxing to apologize to the master. I have no memory of what happened next."

Ji Houming calmed down, "You...what did you just do?"

"Get acupoints." Chu Hanxing took a few steps back and said calmly, "Her five qi are blocked and her circulation is blocked. Selecting the Chize, Tianquan, Pianli, Tianfu, Yunmen, and Zhongmen acupoints can temporarily clear them."

Jin Shuling's eyelashes trembled, "Am I... sick?"

Chu Hanxing recounted the symptoms of the pulse test one by one: "The heart governs the gods, and if the mind is restless, the mind will be abnormal, the tongue coating will be cracked, fire evil will enter the body, there will be heat due to blood deficiency, the pulse will be weak, and the nine orifices will be blocked, and there will be no communication with external affairs.

Yes, this is a yin and yang poisonous disease."

In human terms, Jin Shuling is really sick. In traditional Chinese medicine, it is called lily disease. She can easily go insane when she is stimulated. In Western medicine, it means she has a mental problem.

"Oh, you are just a master." It was the Taoist priest who spoke. He squinted his eyes and looked incomprehensible. "My lady is just trapped by the grievances of creditors and has a sinister disease. It can be solved by performing a ritual."

Jin Shuling seemed to be possessed again, and said quickly: "The ritual...yes! Taoist priest, quickly perform a ritual for my son, so that he can live a long life and be safe!"

Lu Li felt that this woman was hopeless. If they really had any ability, she was so crazy just now and no one was there to help her. She was a strong woman, but had her brain been given to the zombies?

"Is it a ritual?" Chu Hanxing suddenly spoke up, quietly calculating with his hands behind his back, unhurriedly, "It means that you paid a debt to a woman some time ago, and as a result, you were not clean enough and you were not clean, which resulted in

A ritual that would cause her to be haunted by evil spirits, causing her to have constant nightmares, and her body to be almost taken over by the other party?"

"Or is it that you paid 19,900 yuan to replenish the treasury, but ended up being bankrupted by a real estate boss?"

If one's spiritual practice is not enough and his cultivation is shallow, the rituals he performs are not recognized. Instead, he attracts a lot of dirty things to the person doing the rituals. Ordinary people are unable to satisfy them. How can they go bankrupt without being tormented?

Just like when there was a famine in ancient times, you said you would open a warehouse to release grain for charity, and everyone praised you as a great philanthropist. Those refugees came all the way across the country, and you got a good reputation. You no longer want to feed people, snap.

, once the door is closed, can those hungry refugees let you go? They must not smash your granary to calm down.

The Taoist priest's face turned green and white, and he only felt embarrassed that he had been exposed, without any guilt.

This industry is a mixed bag, and those who are really capable have long since become the fortune tellers of the upper class. Everyone is just the same, no one can be more noble than the other.

Wang Zide looked contemptuously, Chu Hanxing turned his eyes and spoke directly, "You used your fans on social platforms to open a numerology class online last year, and sexually harassed female students in the name of showing them their horoscopes, and they were afraid that you were holding something in your hand.

They endured their horoscopes silently and never dared to expose it. You opened the forum and tried to invite the senior master to come up to you, but ignored you. It was your eldest disciple who invited Tong Shen to help you out."

"A person with a virtuous name, but no good conduct, is not worthy of his name. He is doomed to succeed first and then fail, and it will be difficult to turn around again."

They are all in the same circle. Everyone has heard about it more or less. If no one mentions it on the stage, it is treated as if they don't know. Once he mentions it, those self-proclaimed people immediately stay away from him, and his surroundings become empty.

, the scene was very embarrassing for a while.

"Amitabha." The monk shook his head and recited the Buddha's name.

Chu Hanxing gave a cool smile: "A monk, since you have become a monk, you should ignore the secular world, but your face is infected by money, your eyes are muddy, full of desire, and on the surface you look like a solemn temple

, but privately it is a private place for rich people to liaise with their mistresses behind their wives’ backs. When you look at those Buddha statues and burn incense and chant sutras every day, don’t you feel a trace of shame?”


Chapter completed!