Xuanmen Little Ancestor

Luo Qinglian refined Huagucuo into a elixir, and entrusted someone to send it to Ying Tianxuan. After taking it for a period of time, all the Gu worms in her body were killed, and they were all excreted by metabolism. Ying Tianxuan Today, she suddenly felt sensation in her legs, so she couldn't bear the excitement and called Luo Qinglian to thank her.

Luo Qinglian was also quite happy, and said, "Then can you leave now?"

Ying Tianxuan said: "Not yet, I haven't walked for too long, the doctor said that it will take some time for rehabilitation."

Luo Qinglian said: "Only by suffering and suffering can one become a master."

Ying Tianxuan smiled and said: "I offended Master Luo a lot earlier, please don't take it to heart."

Luo Qinglian didn't care about being kidnapped by Ying Tianxuan for a long time, and said: "Understand, understand, after all, I hid your sweetheart, compare your heart with your heart, if you hide my ninth brother, I will also get angry .”

Ying Tianxuan: "..."

Ying Tianxuan was a little speechless, and said: "Master Luo, stop making fun of me and Ying Tianyi."

Luo Qinglian suddenly became interested and said, "Second Young Master Ying, how is your elder brother doing recently? He promised me that he would tell me about the ancient martial arts family, why can't he be found all of a sudden?"

There was a touch of helplessness in Ying Tianxuan's tone, and said: "Not only you can't find it, but I can't even find him. I had a big fight with him a while ago, and he ran away from home."

Luo Qinglian couldn't help but sighed, and said: "Second Young Master Ying, the flowers can be broken when they bloom, don't wait for the flowers to be empty and the branches will be broken, as a human being, you must recognize your true heart, and you can't always deceive yourself. "

Ying Tianxuan made a few haha ​​calls, then hung up the phone, and transferred a large sum of money to Luo Qinglian.

Luo Qinglian made up an old script about the domineering president Wanli chasing his wife, and just as she was about to close the stall, the ball started beeping——

"Master Luo, help!" Director Cui sent a series of voices in succession, sounding very anxious.

"The opening ceremony went wrong again."

"Hail fell from the sky and injured three staff members. Is this damn old man cursed?!"

"Master Luo, you can make a price to see, I really can't stand it!"

"..."

Luo Qinglian raised her eyebrows, and thoughtfully said to herself: This is the fourth time the so-called incident is only three, and there must be external interference.

Luo Qinglian sent a message to Director Cui, asking him to hold another opening ceremony tomorrow, and asking him to send the time and place, so he can go there to see who is behind the scenes.

Back at their small home, Luo Qinglian could smell the tangy aroma of food.

It was rare for Rong Jiuxiao to cook, he was wearing this dark blue apron, and was frying prawns with a shovel in his hand.

Luo Qinglian was moved for a moment, walked over and hugged Rong Jiuxiao's waist from behind, and said, "Brother Jiu, you are so virtuous!"

Rong Jiuxiao was very ruthless, and said: "Don't touch your hands, where have you been today, it smells bad."

Luo Qinglian moved her nose, let go of her hand and said, "Ninth Brother, your nose is too sharp. I ran into a weasel, and I didn't even touch that little thing."

"Why did the weasel come to the city?" Rong Jiuxiao said casually.

Weasels generally like to stay in the countryside like the mountain corners, and they don't like the city the most, and they are rarely seen in normal times.

Luo Qinglian said: "I don't know either. I'm still pretending to tell people's fortunes. It's half-true and half-fake. I'm so timid. When I saw me, my tail exploded."

Rong Jiuxiao tapped Luo Qinglian's forehead, and said, "Go scare little things again."

Luo Qinglian smiled, rubbed her head, and said, "Ninth Brother, are you busy tomorrow?"

Rong Jiuxiao put the prawns on a plate and said, "You don't have to be busy."

Luo Qinglian understood, hurried over and took the initiative to slap Rong Jiuxiao on the face, and said, "Then come with me to Director Cui's crew tomorrow, he has a problem with the opening ceremony today, and Juneday is actually crackling." When there was hail, I thought, this should not be a matter of luck, it must be caused by someone.”

Rong Jiuxiao glanced at Luo Qinglian, and said, "The people in Cui's circle are always good, so they probably didn't come here for him."

Luo Qinglian smiled, picked up a prawn and stuffed it into her mouth, said while eating, "Who is it for, you will know when you see it tomorrow."

In the morning of the next day, Luo Qinglian followed Rong Jiuxiao and drove to the outskirts of the production team to see the situation.

The film and television crew had to shoot a part at a location in the suburbs, and at the same time they were filming another drama, so it can be regarded as a thriving place.

Luo Qinglian got out of the car, and at a glance saw a ghost with a big sun on his head, full of resentment and bloody face, standing under a tree, showing a row of big white teeth missing arms and legs, grinning waving his paws.

Luo Qinglian: "..."

After Rong Jiuxiao parked the car, he walked over and saw the ghost scratching at the air with a strong sense of presence.

Rong Jiuxiao was a little suspicious, and said: "Is your brain not working?"

Luo Qinglian slightly frowned and said: "The resentment and evil spirit on his body are so strong, normal ghosts, even the ghosts who committed suicide in red clothes, are not one percent as good as him."

Rong Jiuxiao said: "Indeed, the aura on his body is mixed, as if there are thousands of evil spirits condensed in one body, the so-called dripping water is all accumulated."

Luo Qinglian was puzzled, and said: "In these days, is there anyone who can sow hatred like this?"

Hundreds of years and thousands of years ago, corrupt officials and wicked people were generally hated by the people so much. If they died violently, they would form a strong evil spirit because of the accumulation of resentment from too many people. But in modern society, Except for the kind of desperadoes who have been made public, there are very few ghosts that accumulate because of the resentment and hatred of too many people.

"What are you talking about in your mouth?" Luo Qinglian simply walked over and said to the ghost: "During your lifetime, what did you do that was scolded by thousands of people, so many people hate you."

The ghost was still punching the air in front of him, but when he heard someone talking to him, he was so startled that he almost sat down on the ground.

With that bloody and uneven face, he made a frightened expression at Luo Qinglian, stepped back a few steps, and said, "You, you can actually see me?!"

Luo Qinglian had never seen such a cowardly ghost before, and said, "I'm not a ghost, what are you afraid of?"

The ghost said: "It is because you are not a ghost, but you can still see me, that I am afraid. You are not a Taoist priest, and you are here to accept me, right?"

Luo Qinglian tilted her head, looked at the ghost and said, "Did you give me money?"

The ghost was a little confused and said, "I have no money."

Luo Qinglian said: "Then why should I meddle in my own business and take you in?"

ghost:"……"

Luo Qinglian wanted to ask a few more questions, but Director Cui had already come out at this time, and hurriedly called Luo Qinglian and Rong Jiuxiao to go over to the place, so Luo Qinglian had to leave first.

The ghost watched Luo Qinglian follow Fatty Cui into it from a distance, his face was slightly complicated for a moment, he seemed to be hesitating and retreating, but a strong resentment came out from behind again, making him walk away firmly Bu Zi followed closely into the crew.

Inside the crew, Director Cui was telling Luo Qinglian about the strange things that happened yesterday.

"I burned three sticks of incense, and the pig's head and chicken blood were all done well. I don't know what happened. Suddenly, hailstones fell from the sky, and all of them were the size of a fist. I was so scared that I hurriedly called people into the house. hide."

Director Cui was thinking about it, anxious and terrified, and said: "A few staff members reacted slowly, and their heads were accidentally hit, and they fell to the ground at that time. No, they are still in the hospital now."

The assistant director next to him was also depressed, and said, "What's wrong with our crew, it seems like we have been punished by God."

Luo Qinglian went to the priest's altar, took out three sticks of incense, snapped her fingers and passed an open flame, and the three sticks of incense were all lit at the same time.

Just for a moment, a gust of wind blew by, and for some reason, the incense broke off half of his body and fell on the table.

Director Cui was taken aback, and said with horror: "Master Luo, don't you think this is particularly evil?"

Luo Qinglian glanced behind her, and not far away was the bloody ghost looking at him with hatred.

Naturally, Rong Jiuxiao saw it too, and with a magic formula, he slapped the ghost directly on the wall, sticking to it like a ball of dough, unable to get off.

Seeing this, Luo Qinglian smiled, and wandering around for a while, she saw that the script held in the hands of an actor was actually oozing blood—naturally, the actor couldn't see it.

Luo Qinglian simply threw away the remaining broken incense, clapped her hands, and said slowly: "Director Cui, the problem is not with you, nor with these actors, but with the script."

Director Cui was stunned for a moment, and said, "What do you mean?"

The script is a dead thing, how could something go wrong?

Luo Qinglian didn't answer directly, but asked, "Director Cui, who wrote this script?"

Director Cui said: "It was written by Ren Xue. He is the original author of "Swordsman in the Desert". I revived this script half a year ago. What's the problem?"

Luo Qinglian said: "Then call Ren Xue over to take a look."

Director Cui felt puzzled, but still called Ren Xue to come over.

Ren Xue is the accompanying screenwriter in the crew. Although she was reluctant to make an extra trip, she still obediently came over.

As soon as Ren Xue appeared in the crew, the ghost stuck on the wall writhed vigorously, feeling the urge to tear herself off and play wild.

Luo Qinglian rolled her eyes, feeling a little interesting, so she gave Rong Jiuxiao a wink.

Rong Jiuxiao received his supernatural powers and let the ghost regain his freedom.

The fierce ghost turned into a cloud of pitch-black resentment, and rushed towards the ignorant Ren Xue, but at a distance of three meters from him, he was shot out by a golden light. Wearing amulets and the like, they are all real objects.

Ren Xue looked bewildered, and said, "Director Cui, why did you start offering offerings again today? Didn't you say that you should wait for a while?"

Director Cui said with a smile: "This is my old master Luo, I want him to see what's wrong with this."

Ren Xue looked at Luo Qinglian, seemed a little contemptuous, and said: "Director Cui is also in a hurry, the opening ceremony is not going well, that is, the weather is bad and coincidence, there is no singer in the early years, where to sing Yes, where is it windy and rainy?"

Between the lines, it was said that Luo Qinglian was unreliable.

But it's true, the masters of other families all wear beards and wear Taoist robes, how can Luo Qinglian look so informal in casual clothes?

Luo Qinglian couldn't help others saying that he was not good, so he looked at Ren Xue, and said: "Your palace is dark, your lips are turned out, and it looks like you are going to go in, you have done bad things, right? "

Ren Xue was stunned, and then her face darkened, saying: "You are too rude, you just curse people when you open your mouth, is there something wrong?"

Luo Qinglian didn't care much, instead she smiled and said: "If you want me to say, you didn't have Wenquxing's life, so don't steal his luck."

Ren Xue didn't know what to think of, her face froze.

"Director Cui, the problem is not with the script, but with this kid." Luo Qinglian pointed at Ren Xue, without beating around the bush, and said straightforwardly: "You said he was the original author of the script, I think Not necessarily, doves occupy the magpie's nest, thieves are shouting to catch the thief, and there is still a karmic debt of human life, and now the sufferer has come to him to seek justice for himself, I am afraid that if this problem cannot be solved, your crew will start in no time."