Young Master Bo, your wife is going to heaven

Wen Meifang immediately pulled out a few notes from the bedside table, and slapped them on his face.

"You wrote these, right? What did you say?"

Sheng Jiajun was a little confused.

Zhang Ma snatched the note first, oops, and pretended to be surprised and said: "This... I really don't dare to read it."

What's the mess?

Sheng Jiajun snatched the note, and upon seeing it, his expression changed.

"This this this..."

Isn't this the note he wrote when he was practicing?
It was written while confessing in the coffin.

The monk asked him to write down some bad things he had done to his family before, so that he could purify his evil mind and so on.

He did so, but he never expected that these notes would be here.

"Master, this is a talisman paper, did you do something wrong?"

"me……"

"I heard that some talisman paper is spiritual, as long as you write it, it will fly to where you want to go." Zhang Ma said vividly, coaxing Sheng Jiajun to be stunned.

"What did you say?"

Someone downstairs said: "Master is not well, there is a monk outside calling you to find you, saying that you have a big disaster today!"

Puchi.

Sheng Jiajun was about to spit out a mouthful of blood, what?
Wouldn't it be so coincidental?

That monk came just after such a scandal happened today?

As soon as he thought of what had happened before, he was so frightened that his back was sweating coldly, and he hurriedly ran out: "Hurry up, why don't you greet him soon?"

He pushed the servant away: "Slow to death, I'll go down by myself."

Well deserved.

He didn't even wear any shoes, so he went out barefoot.

When he saw the monk, he almost fell to his knees: "Master, please help me! Look at the mess in my house. I really know I'm wrong!"

Monks wear cassocks.

Just today, he temporarily received a task from his boss, so that he, a playwright, can play a role again.

So he put on cassock again that day and went to the battlefield. He hasn't acted for a long time, and now he feels a little excited.

So much so that when Sheng Jiajun kowtowed to him, he didn't respond.

"Well, what are you kowtowing for?" the monk asked.

Sheng Jiajun: "..."

He hugged the monk's thigh deeply, and almost burst into tears: "Master, I know I'm wrong, please save me, no, save me! I don't want to live like this again, I really It's... I can't take it anymore! Please help me!"

The monk nodded: "Yes, there is indeed something unclean in your house, which is why I came here just now."

"Master, you mean to say..."

"Yes."

With a swipe, he took out a talisman with Wen Meifang's face printed on it.

He couldn't help feeling emotional.

The boss is fully equipped, even these things are ready, he is really Miss Sheng's caring baby.

It is said that it was made by the boss himself.

He said: "As long as they kill Wen Meifang this time, they will be done, and they will be able to claim credit in front of Miss Sheng Nuan in the future, and maybe it will allow us to let ourselves go for a while, so we don't have to do such things again Something happened. Remember, you must punish me severely, severely, no matter how miserable you are, you understand?"

When the boss said this sentence again, his facial expression was particularly fierce.

The monk nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will be able to complete such a task as the boss."

So he took out the talisman and said, "It shows that you have this person in your family."

He gave it to Sheng Jiajun.

Sheng Jiajun saw it, I'm going, does this spell show Wen Meifang's?
Does that mean she is a demon?

"Master, you mean to say..."

"That's right, it's exactly what you think, but if I want to enter your home, I need your consent."

"What, do you still need to agree to this?" Sheng Jiajun asked.

"Of course, if you want to keep that demon, there is no problem. It's just that after that, your energy will be drained, and your whole body will appear in a state of dissociation. At that time, you will fall into eighteen In the first layer of hell, those ghost kings will take off alive, and then they will never be reborn."

"what?"

"Want to know? Let me explain to you."

With a quick swipe, he took out a book from his large monk robe, which contained some extremely hideous pictures of hell.

In order to increase the sense of substitution, he also switched all the faces of those people to the avatars of Sheng Jiajun.

Sheng Jiajun: "..."

There is a feeling of joining the eighteen layers of hell immediately.

Especially when he also shows on one of the pages that he is being bombed in a frying pan.

"why?"

"Because the woman you were sorry for at that time, that is, his original wife, was suffering hard at that time, so you will be like this when you get to hell."

The monk continued: "This kind of torture is called retaliation, Amitabha."

Sheng Jiajun: "..."

The whole person was bewildered, he was panicked, and cold sweat was pouring out of his back.

He didn't know whether it was because of fear or because it was too cold, he just felt that his footsteps were a little vain: "I, I..."

"Do you believe that there must be a cause and an effect? ​​Whatever evil you have done in this world, you will pay it back one day, even if you don't now, you will in the future. Donor, I see your brows and eyes are dark, your luck now is Isn't it bad?"

The Sheng family's army nodded wildly, it was more than bad, it was simply unlucky.

Since the company went bankrupt, he feels that he has not had a good day, and now he has lost his status as the chairman of Sheng's and has become destitute.

After returning home, he faced this woman's instigation several times, and he felt that his world view was about to collapse.

In the past, he still had hope. After all, he still had Wen Ranran, who was his proudest daughter.

But now that she is in such a shameful state, he feels that there is no hope of turning over in this life.

"Benefactor, let's go in and get rid of the demon."

"Good good!"

Sheng Jiajun led him in all the way, nodding and bowing to him in various ways.

He also ordered the servant to serve him tea and water.

The monk waved his hand and said, "No need. The purpose of my coming here is to eliminate demons, Amitabha."

Then the monk met Zhang Mama after seeing Zhang Mama.

Before the monk went upstairs, Zhang Ma received a message from the eldest lady: "A monk will come over then, you know, cooperate, he is my man."

Zhang Ma nodded, and immediately displayed her god-like kung fu, and said, "You, you are..."

Sheng Jiajun was confused: "Why, do you know each other?"

What do you mean?
"Are you..."

Mama Zhang fell to her knees in front of the monk and burst into tears: "Master, we haven't seen each other for 20 years, right? Do you remember me?"

The monk clasped his hands together: "Of course I know the benefactor."

"Back then you said that my wife would encounter a catastrophe in her life. But I didn't expect that the catastrophe was not blocked, so that what happened now."

"I've heard about Madam. I'm sorry."

Zhang Ma said: "Back then I met Master and wanted him to help Madam and get her out of the sea of ​​suffering. It's a pity that I didn't expect it to be impossible, alas..."

"Because the evil spirit is too heavy." The monk concluded.

Only then did Sheng Jiajun understand, that is to say, Zhang Ma had already met a monk at that time, and asked him to bless his wife to live in peace?
"You mean... this woman killed my wife?" The woman he was talking about was Wen Meifang.

Wen Meifang was a little confused, what's going on?
"Sir, don't you know me?"

"Why should I know you?"

"But didn't you call me at that time, and asked me to make it more difficult for your family when I practiced carefully?"

"What!" Sheng Jiajun jumped, "You still do such a thing?"

His current anger index has risen to another level.

Originally thought that this woman still had a little bit of humanity, but she didn't expect to make things worse like this?
He was so miserable at that time, not only did she not send anyone to rescue him, but she even contacted the monk?

If it weren't for the monk's conscience and upholding the style of a monk, he might have hung there long ago.

"This bitch!" He took a deep breath and was about to kick it up.

"Benefactor, please be more civilized."

Wen Meifang was taken aback for a moment, as if she saw hope. Could it be that this monk really came to save her?
"Master, please save me."

But at this time, the monk took out a huge King Kong mace.