Song Wangyou, who had already gone out, did not know the plans of the Cheng family, and of course she was not interested. She put her left hand in her pocket and held the elderly phone in her right hand. The message on it was the mission status sent by Chang Daoguan, which is another side job of Chang Daoguan.

——Accept the commission and solve the supernatural events.

In layman's terms, it is a 'weird' phenomenon that cannot be explained by science.

At this time, people usually turn to Changdao Temple for help when they have no other way out. Due to Song Wangyou's special constitution, he has followed his master since he was a child and has been used to seeing all kinds of scenes, large and small, to ward off evil spirits and eliminate evil spirits.

Disasters are easy to catch. Most of them only need to be given a few talismans, and the troublesome ones will be picked up by the noble and upright people.

Regarding this situation, other Taoist temples think it's okay. Who makes the other party have to sacrifice a lot of people every year? It just happens that they can still preserve their own strength.

Song Wangyou sighed while riding a shared bicycle: It is convenient down the mountain and it can save her a lot of time. Although using the talisman can reach the destination faster, since we have to use secular methods to solve problems in the secular world, try not to provoke Lai Bu.

Necessary trouble.

She followed the location indicated on the simple map and stopped in front of a vast manor.

The first thing that catches the eye is the scene of hundreds of flowers blooming beside the fence. The servants are performing their duties. After passing through the road paved with marble in the middle, you can see the orange villas connected one after another. Compared with the Cheng family, they look like a witch.

Meet the little witch.

"Hello, I am Song Wangyou from Chang Dao Temple. Mr. He Zongzhuo has entrusted us with a task."

The housekeeper in a tuxedo turned his head and looked vaguely at the girl who only reached his chin. The old Taoist robe did not cover her beautiful face. Rather than saying that she was a Taoist priest, she looked more like a girl raised by a big family.

Lady, or star?

Isn’t this level really half-assed?

Too young?

"I am the steward of the He family, I am Zhang Er."

He asked tentatively: "Can I know...how old are you this year?"

"18, what's the problem?"

This sentence completely broke his last luck. It was not that he was young, but that he was so young! Is Chang Dao Temple reliable? How could a young girl who had just grown up be sent to exorcise evil spirits? What if the young lady's condition not only failed to heal?

, but it’s even worse?

Does Chang Daoguan take the He family seriously?!

Isn't this too perfunctory?

Zhang Er took a deep breath, reorganized his words and said: "Miss Song, this matter is not a child's play, if you are not careful, it will cause death! I hope you can discuss it with your audience. I know that the audience has many things to do, but at least it should be

Send someone here who can help."

"Or do I need to pay more?"

Song Wangyou raised her eyebrows slightly. Because of her age and appearance, she was often looked down upon, so Zhang Er's attitude did not make her angry. "The master of the temple is my master. Chang Dao Temple sent me here, which means that he believes that I can solve this problem."

If you don't want to trust me, then I'll leave."

"Chang Daoguan will not accept the same order for the second time. This is the rule."

She was about to leave, but Zhang Er gritted his teeth and said in desperation: "Then please give it a try. If you have no other way, can you introduce other people in the temple?"

"I have no choice. It's useless to ask them to come, except of course my master."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Er immediately felt that this person had such a loud tone. Chang Taoist Temple said that there were hundreds of people, and he had just grown up. Where did he get the confidence? But time waits for no one, and he didn't have time to think too much, so he entered with the people.

In the east bedroom on the second floor of the villa.

Their arrival unsurprisingly attracted the attention of everyone in the room.

The young man in his mid-twenties looked impatient, "You are bringing outsiders into the He family at this time. Have you forgotten what I told you?! The He family hasn't received guests recently, so please go back first."

On the other hand, the old man sitting next to him raised his eyes, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, "Is this the female crown of Chang Dao Temple?"

"Dad! There are no monsters or monsters in the world. Yueyue is just feeling unwell. Don't just look for these charlatans. They know how to cheat money!"

As the eldest son of He, He Wenqing has always believed that this thing is feudal superstition. As the saying goes, if you don't do anything bad, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. His He family does things aboveboard and donates a lot of money to charity every year. He is upright, so how could he do this?

Are there ghosts causing trouble? Unfortunately, the old man has a completely opposite attitude.

"Then you have also visited many doctors. Have all these doctors noticed that there is something wrong with my granddaughter's body? They all say it is normal! Isn't there nothing I can do?"

"Dad, just wait a minute. My friend knows a great doctor. He will definitely be able to detect the problem. They are already on the way."

The beautiful lady who had been taking care of the little girl on the hospital bed smoothed things over and said: "Everyone, please stop arguing. Why don't we let this little girl try it? If it doesn't work, we won't delay the doctor's examination invited by Wen Qing. This way we get the best of both worlds. And Chang Taoist temple is not small.

My friends who go there often say it’s very effective.”

Now that things have come to this, what else can He Wenqing do?

He could only agree.

Mother He gently held Song Wangyou's hand and walked in, saying, "Do you need us to prepare anything for you? Just ask."

"Cinnabar, pen and ink, yellow paper, and tell me about her situation."

Song Wangyou said calmly as if she had not heard the previous quarrel. She is a very self-centered person. It has nothing to do with her whether other people believe it or not. She is just here to complete the commission. As for other parents who are short-lived, she also

Too lazy to explore.

Mr. He glanced at his eldest son. He Wenqing reluctantly went down to prepare things, and then said: "My granddaughter has a sensible and lively personality. We all love this child very much. But half a month ago, she suddenly had no reason.

Then he would become irritable and irritable, and he would even hit the servant and injure him."

"This was nothing, until late one night, the servant saw Yueyue holding a doll, staring straight out of the window and singing, but the voice that came out was an extremely hoarse and unpleasant male voice. She felt... occupying this place

Gu Youxiao is an adult man! She was frightened and went crazy that night and is still being treated in the hospital."

"In order to prevent Yueyue from doing dangerous things, we had to put some sleeping-related drugs in her meals to ensure her safety."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Wangyou walked straight to the bedside table, picked up one of the brown bear dolls, and said, "Is this the doll she was holding that day? Who gave it to her?"

Mr. He and his daughter-in-law looked at each other in surprise. There were so many dolls in this room, how could this one know that it belonged to him at once?

"Yueyue said it was given to her by an adult who couldn't see her facial features clearly. Is there any problem?"
Chapter completed!