There is a Taoist temple in the idol family

Ruocang's order, from the moment the rice paper tore through the rope pajamas, no one dared not to listen.

The four bodyguards also followed Xu Minqiang through life and death, and have seen big scenes.

As many gods and Buddhas as Xu Minqiang paid homage to, so did they.

However, there has never been a Taoist priest, monk, or missionary who held a brush stained with cinnabar and looked down from the heights. His eyes seemed to penetrate Xu Manhui, staring at another world.

For a moment, Ruocang mercilessly dropped a dot of red ink and hit Xu Manhui's cheek with a swipe, Xu Manhui suddenly struggled frantically!

The bodyguards at the four corners could hardly hold back the crazy Xu Shao.

He desperately wanted to break free from the shackles, his mouth was still wide open as if he lacked oxygen, but he lost the hoarse and crazy screams he once had.

Ruocang's pen is sharp and sweeps across the cover.

The cinnabar handwriting fell on Xu Manhui's body, and it became strange and terrifying.

That is not readable text, but spells.

Like a string of raging fire, it burned away all the disasters in Xu Manhui's body.

People in the room can't make out those complicated characters.

All I could see was that Xu Manhui gradually calmed down.

But Mr. Du in the next room stayed where he was as if struck by lightning.

The scriptures written by Ruocang are ordinary scriptures, but the talismans painted on Xu Manhui's body come from the secret amnesty decree of his teacher.

He has practiced for ten years, but if he has mastered the fur, he can help people avoid evil.

If Cang draws this talisman, Xu Manhui won't have any evil thoughts in a short period of time, and naturally there will be no evil spirits close to him!

The figure of the flowing clouds and flowing water drawing the secret seal was engraved in his eyes.

Mr. Du had a guess, and his back felt chills, and he almost wanted to open the bedroom door immediately to interrupt the ceremony.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

While he was hesitating, Xu Manhui had already coughed clearly.

Immediately afterwards, he cried out weakly in pain.

The bodyguard at home was used to seeing him yelling and talking alone, and it was the first time he heard him cry out in pain normally.

Xu Minqiang couldn't help but rushed forward and called him softly.

I saw Xu Manhui's appearance covered in crimson talismans, and the red marks on his cheeks and chest seemed strange as he cried out in pain.

However, he no longer struggled.

Xu Minqiang was overjoyed, thinking that the ceremony was over.

Ruo Cang said, "It's not over yet."

His words made Xu Minqiang change from joy to surprise.

Under the anxious gaze of the middle-aged man, Ruo Cang said, "Take a notebook and write down everything he says later."

"W-write what?" Xu Minqiang's eyes were full of confusion.

"He will tell you." Ruocang put down the brush and added, "Remember, every sentence."

Only candles and incense were left in the bedroom.

The ashes from the burnt rice paper were only a small lump on the ground.

Xu Manhui covered the quilt again, and no longer needed ropes to bind him.

Xu Minqiang was very nervous, holding a notepad and a pen, sitting by the bed, ready to fight.

Waited for about a quarter of an incense stick.

Xu Manhui, who was lying on the bed, seemed to have calmed down. He said, "I smashed Zhou Xiaofeng's pen."

"I beat Kang Qing up."

With a hoarse voice, he slowly talked about the bad things he had done since he was a child.

Xu Minqiang was taken aback when he heard this, and was about to ask a question, but saw his son's eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed, and he continued: "I also borrowed 50 yuan from Mao Changdong and haven't paid it back."

He suddenly thought of Ruo Cang's words, he didn't bother to ask, and hurriedly wrote down.

Xu Minqiang has no memory of the name he said at all, and it is still an honest record.

The more he grew up, the more monotonous it became. After Xu Minqiang recorded a full page, the only things Xu Manhui said were "beating people" and "sleeping people".

Perhaps because of the clearer experience in recent years, Xu Manhui also commented on himself.

"I slept with Lin Qingqing, but she also likes me a little bit, after all, I'm so rich."

Ruo Cang, who was sitting by the side, laughed out loud.

The life of the rich is so boring, full of jealousy and narcissism.

From Xu Manhui's perspective, all the celebrities he has slept with have fanatical admiration and obsession with him.

Those who compete with him are all jealous of his proud wealth.

What impressed him even more was that it sounded like a little yellow book.

As Xu Minqiang wrote, he almost wanted to stand up and slap his son again!

If Xu Manhui hadn't been so ignorant, he wouldn't have been lying on the bed to torture his old father to record his love history!

The indoor atmosphere is fairly relaxed, but the neighbors have become dignified.

Mr. Du didn't say a word, and the apprentices around him were also silent.

However, their confusion did not subside, but intensified.

How could Young Master Xu say this?How do you get rid of the evil spirits inside?

That star... really knows Taoism?

Their practice is still shallow, and they just do chores like handing incense candles and holding dust whisks with Mr. Du.

I don't know much about Taoist talismans and formations.

However, they have never seen the Taoism that can help people dispel evil spirits from the body by writing a few scriptures so easily and dropping a few talismans!

The star on the monitor, sitting in the back chair.

He is tall and straight, with a leisurely posture, and you can feel his unique dusty temperament even from a distance.

Occasionally, when he heard Xu Manhui's narcissistic words, he would elicit a smile, causing the people on the side of the monitor to be completely attracted. Even if they stared at him all night, they would not feel tired.

Exorcism for a quarter of an hour.

Record one night.

Ruo Cang sat on the chair and propped his head.

Listening to Xu Manhui's confession was like listening to a story.

The bad things that Xu Manhui has done are nothing more than fighting and cheating.

Not a good person, but not guilty of death.

Although lustful, Xu Manhui did not force anyone.

Every time you sleep with a star, it's a deal, and it's okay to say that it's your love and I'm willing to fall in love.

At most, if you encounter a hard stubble, you will be beaten up by the opponent.

Then Xu Manhui sternly distorted and spread rumors on the marketing account, and then he was beaten up for no reason.

After stripping away all the bad luck, he is indeed a man with excellent luck.

Born in wealth, his parents are willing to do their best to help him out of trouble, and those around him who are greedy for money will flatter him.

If this is not called a smooth destiny, then no one will forget it.

Xu Manhui's heartbreak has been recorded in three pages, with nearly a hundred people and things.

In the end, Xu Manhui said: "I bumped into Ou Zhiming, he really has no eyes! The bar is my place!"

Xu Minqiang, who was concentrating on recording, stood up abruptly when he heard this sentence, and looked at Ruocang in panic.

"Master, what should we do? It's Ou Zhiming, Ou Zhiming!"

Ruo Cang had never heard of this name before, but instinctively felt something was wrong.

"Who is Ou Zhiming?"

Xu Minqiang hesitated to speak, and explained: "A director."

"he died?"

"how is this possible!"

"He can spell?"

"No, no...but..." Xu Minqiang had a hard time explaining, "He, he may be the reason why my son is like this! It is likely that he did it!"

Ruo Cang couldn't understand the helpless look of asking for help.

He walked to the bed and found that Xu Manhui had a hearty smile on his lips, and he didn't say half of his name again.

Collide?car accident?

Ruo Cang walked to the desk suspiciously, and lit a stick of incense.

The night wind blowing outside the window could not shake the shadow of a wisp of green smoke floating in the sky.

There are no evil spirits, no ghosts, and no other sources of death.

Ruocang said: "Mr. Xu, he will say Ou Zhiming's name, which means that he owes Ou Zhiming, not Ou Zhiming owes him. What you wrote down with your own hands are all Xu Manhui's creditors. He once The evil he has done is also the reason why he is lying here."

"Make it up or not, it's up to you. But now—"

In the ambiguous light of the candlelight, Ruo Cang saw Young Master Xu who was covered in cinnabar, his lips were dry and cracked, and his cheeks were thin and sluggish.

He sincerely suggested: "Send him to the hospital."

Ruo Cang returned to the dormitory in the car that Xu's family sent him to.

The evil energy that broke into Xu Manhui's body was so weak that it couldn't last a stick of incense in the smoke of scriptures, let alone make Xu Manhui go crazy.

So he specially cast a spell, asking Xu Manhui to explain clearly the evil things he had done, so as to avoid any omissions.

It turned out that...they were all small matters of money transactions, narcissism and conceit, which shouldn't have caused him to go crazy and nearly die.

Thinking of Xu Minqiang's expression of lingering fear, he raised his hand and turned on the computer. After searching the Internet, he got a lot of information about Ou Zhiming.

Ou Zhiming is handsome, with broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, and his figure is comparable to a model.

The resume clearly reads: actor, screenwriter, director.

He debuted at the age of seven and won numerous awards.

Showing the demeanor of a generation of outstanding actors, even a random Reuters photo at the bottom of the page is more handsome than the hard photos of many male stars that Ruo Cang has seen.

The status of Ou Zhiming was heavily reported on the major news headlines.

Retreat to prepare new movies, travel to collect materials.

Meeting with well-known screenwriters, new movies are expected.

They were all polite clichés, Ruo Cang looked at the photos in the news, it was more like a young director traveling around meeting friends, it had nothing to do with the movie at all.

The latest one reads: Director Ou was interviewed tonight, saying that he is not ready to start the film yet, and the actors are yet to be determined. Please refer to the official news.

If Cang calculated the time, Xu Manhui had been insane for three days, and Ou Zhiming was still alive to be interviewed.

He scrolled down and found that countless netizens gathered together to believe in superstition.

——The guy who offended Ou Dao lost his bet and was about to go bankrupt.

——Ten bets and nine loses, but I still have to say: Ou Dao's metaphysical physique is unstoppable, unlucky ghost +1

In it, there were eloquent remarks such as "Those who offend Ou Dao will automatically grow three feet of grass on their graves" and so on.

After experiencing the vast sea of ​​Aiyi Party, the opinions of netizens are completely untrustworthy in Ruo Cang's eyes.

Ou Zhiming is a director, and he doesn't raise little ghosts, and he doesn't make offerings to gods and Buddhas. Where did he get his metaphysical physique?

Ruo Cang glanced at the sharp-eyed Ou Dao in the photo.

Such a man with a strong spirit should not be afraid of all yin and evil, and yang should overcome the enemy.

Because he was too tired, Ruo Cang washed up and fell asleep.

When it was daylight, he came to the company, and immediately saw his family's official manager, who approached mysteriously.

Ao Yingxue's expression was a little apprehensive, full of curiosity.

Ever since Ruo Cang left with Peng Yi, there was no news. In the end, he only waited until Peng Yi came back, and told him, don't wait, go back and choose a script for Ruo Cang.

One night, Ao Yingxue picked out a few scripts suitable for Ruo Cang, but his mind was always on Ruo Cang, and he even inquired about a lot of news.

He asked, "How is your exorcism?"

"Not bad." Ruo Cang smiled, "How do you like the contract you read for me?"

"It's not bad." Ao Yingxue said, "I heard that Xu Manhui was admitted to the hospital last night."

Ruo Cang smiled even brighter, and nodded, "Well, I went to Xu's house and found him convulsed and convulsed, with crooked eyes and nose. Of course, I quickly asked Mr. Xu to take him to the hospital. What if he is epileptic?"

Ao Yingxue tossed and turned all night, he was relieved when he got Ruocang's answer.

"I'll just say it! How can there be ghosts in this world? People in the entertainment industry are really talking about it."

Ao Yingxue is upright and upright, and Ruocang thinks he is a good person the first time he sees him.

If you don't believe in ghosts and gods, you won't be disrespectful.

He was terrified, afraid that Ruo Cang would speak out about ghosts and gods, it was so funny.

After telling the lie, Ruo Cang seriously told him the truth, "Actually, before going to the hospital, I drew a talisman for Xu Manhui, burned the scriptures, and performed a ritual ceremony."

Ao Yingxue has the pride of a materialist, and replied to his famous saying of the century, "Really? I don't believe it."

Ruo Cang couldn't bear it anymore and laughed out loud.

"Brother Xue, as expected, the appearance of believing in science is the most suitable for you."

"If you don't believe in science, do you believe in gods and Buddhas? God doesn't pay me a salary."

Ao Yingxue opened the notepad with a smile, and returned the prepared materials to Ruocang.

He said: "Your variety show is about to be launched. After the publicity comes out, you can choose a few idol dramas from the Star Group. I am more optimistic about this modern drama because its director is more famous."

Ruo Cang heard the director and said, "Do you know a director named Ou Zhiming?"

This name seemed to hit Ao Yingxue's deathbed, his eyes were filled with disbelief.

It seems that he has never thought about why Ruo Cang suddenly mentioned this name.

"What's the matter, brother?"

Ao Yingxue couldn't express his feelings, frowning, he flipped through his notebook randomly.

In the end he hesitated and asked, "Did you show him a picture, or did you hit him?"

There was fear in his tone. After the charity party, Ao Yingxue re-evaluated Ruocang's force value.

I'm afraid that Ruo Cang will say: If you have done both, first check the appearance and then do it, and don't pull one of them.

Ruocang was very innocent, and replied, "I don't know him, so I asked."

Ao Yingxue heaved a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, I just asked. Although there are many people in the entertainment industry who cannot be offended, Ou Zhiming is the first one who cannot be offended. It's not my superstition, it's his evil ways!"

"How to say?"

"How to say? I don't think it's easy to say."

Ao Yingxue pursed her lips, as if she had experienced a painful experience.

"The only thing that can describe my mood is that very popular sentence——"

Ao Yingxue sighed, "I used to believe in science."