After the retired boss enters the infinite stream

After everything was over, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. A group of Taoist priests watched Cao's family busy up and down, but left such a large group of them here and ignored them, and their stomachs were even more hungry.

Zhang Yijing stroked his growling belly and curled his lips.

"Little uncle, let's go, this family doesn't care about food."

The other Taoist priests, who were also hungry for a day, wanted to cry but had no tears, thinking that we also wanted to leave.

The tea and desserts served before have been eaten up, even the old man has gone to the toilet seven or eight times, his face is not as pleasant as before, and he snorts from time to time, leaving his surroundings empty for a long time Circle it.

At this time, the housekeeper seemed to remember that there were still a group of Taoist priests at home, and hurriedly asked the kitchen to prepare meals.

After tidying up Cao Shi, he came out and apologized to everyone.

"I'm sorry everyone, I made you laugh at a little thing at home." Cao Shi said with a smile, "Everyone will double the money today, and I hope everyone can help. My nephew has a little mental problem and is in a mental hospital. After a period of time, I finally stabilized my emotions, took him out, and got married. Now I guess he’s getting sick again."

Cao Shi sighed, and said with a worried expression: "My nephew seems to be getting worse after he got married to that boy Junyuan, so how can I give him the inheritance his mother gave him, how can I be worthy of my sister... …”

He didn't finish, but Cao Shi described the peach blossom-faced young man as a troublemaker who harmed his nephew. They were not blind and couldn't tell who was right. won't say anything.

The secrets of the wealthy family, the grievances and grievances, have nothing to do with the group of people who depend on their ancestors for food, they just smiled and did not express their opinions.

What's more, among the two people today, one is handsome and violent, the other is exquisite and handsome, and his words are well-founded.

Furthermore, everyone came out to beg for a living, let alone one or two irrelevant people and money.

After seeing that everyone seemed to agree with him, Cao Shi beat the snake with a stick, and took advantage of the situation and said: "What do you guys think about my son's disease, and how to cure it? As long as my son wakes up, I guarantee that the price will come again." It's another price."

The Taoist priests' eyes lit up.

Doubling is a good thing, but I didn't expect people to wake up and calculate the price separately.

Everyone was excited and eager to try.

The old man who was favored at the beginning stood up, "Let me try it first, I have seen a lot of old men."

After eating, in the dormitory, there was a half-height table full of things.

Black dog's blood, black donkey's hooves, yellow talisman paper, copper money sword and so on.

The old man took the lead and gathered around the bed, muttering a lot of strange words.

After waiting for a long time, the person lying on the bed did not wake up. Instead, there were more and more things growing on his body, densely packed, and each face was the size of a fist, and each of them bulged as he exhaled.

The black skinny monkey Taoist couldn't stand it anymore, "I'm afraid you're an old man who is also a swindling layman. Stay away and let me do it!"

"Let me do it, our Maoshan spells can cure all diseases."

"My patriarch is the Celestial Master of Sanqing, and I am one of the 124 disciples of Longhu Mountain. Today, I ask the gods to kill ghosts and help me, all the ancestors!"

.....

There is not one real disciple of Longhushan, but two.

The two looked at the dazzled talisman papers flying around in a daze, and the whole scene was a group of demons dancing wildly.

"......................"

So what the hell are they doing now?

Zhang Yijing looked at the little uncle, "What should we do now, we also want to dance for a while with the sword?"

Zhang Yiqing supported his forehead.

call--

Zhang Yiqing gestured to Zhang Yijing.

Zhang Yijing subconsciously touched the sword on his back.

call--

Cao Shi seemed to feel it, shrunk away from the crowd, and scratched the back of his neck from time to time.

"Woooooo-"

The lights flickered and something squirmed in the room.

"Woooooo-"

The noisy Taoist priests looked confused, "What's going on?"

Cao Shi seemed to be very scared, his eyes flickered, and he hid behind everyone.

"Hee hee hee--"

"Who!"

"Who is speaking!"

"You hear someone talking, you listen quickly!"

Hearing a certain Taoist muttering to himself, everyone quieted down, and hearing the rustling sounds around them, they almost broke out in fright.

"What is this sound, is there a ghost? Why is my compass not responding!"

"listen!"

The skinny monkey Taoist followed the crowd and raised his ears.

"whee--"

The sound is getting closer and closer, it seems......

The skinny monkey Taoist stepped back abruptly, pointing at the person on the bed with both hands.

"Okay, it seems to be coming from him, don't bow your head......"

The words of the skinny monkey Taoist reminded everyone, they subconsciously looked down.

"I rely on!"

"These faces are alive!"

The human face plague is actually alive!

Layers of palm-sized faces covered the flesh-colored skin, wriggling along with the subject's breathing.

"I quit, goddamn thing!"

"It's scary, it's horrible, so many are all over the body."

The old man was even more frightened, his hand holding the wooden sword could not help but tremble, "What, what is this?"

"Ghost face sore!"

"Cao Shi's son has ghost face sores, and he won't live long."

When Jun Yuan returned, he was doing ideological work with Fu Yun.

"How do you know?" Fu Yun asked suspiciously.

"Of course I..." Jun Yuan's words stuck in his throat, as if it was just a strange picture that flashed in his head just now, he spoke outrightly.

Jun Yuan was lost in thought, knowing that Fu Yun's warm palm had soothed the preoccupation between Jun Yuan's brows.

"Forget it, don't think about it if you can't remember it. The Cao family is going to die. It has nothing to do with us. I will find out what he has to do and send him in personally."

Jun Yuan would not object to Fu Yun's harsh words.

At this time, the grievances and grievances between Fu Yun and those people in the past.

He knew that Fu Yun was hiding some secrets, but he didn't mind, after all, he tore open the scar with his own hands and sprinkled a layer of salt on it, which was very painful.

Fu Yun looked at and touched the wound on Jun Yuan's forehead with a gloomy expression.

The veins on his hand protruded, proving that the anger in his heart was still not calm, and could even explode at any time.

Instead, Jun Yuan came over to comfort him, "It's okay, a small injury, it will be fine in a few days, don't worry too much."

He attached to rub the remaining warmth on that big hand.

It's just that some one-sided pictures flashed in my mind, which made Jun Yuan curious.

"Ghost sores."

Everyone found out that the person who uttered these words had an elegant expression, calm eyes, and a somewhat fairy-like aura.

"The sores on the ghost face are the poisonous gas of the evil one, the imprint of karma, only the evil souls who have committed crimes to the heavens, and were fought by ghosts so that they would be wiped out and wanted to take revenge. Now they are alive."

"Ahhh!"

Seeing Cao Shi's son screaming in pain in a coma, it seemed to be a sign.

Immediately afterwards, the ghost-faced sores on his body began to laugh and talk.

A stench rushed towards everyone with malice.

Everyone saw the outlines of those flesh-colored faces, with their mouths wide open, whispering.

"They came alive!"

Everyone's face changed greatly.

"Master, please save my son! My family has been passed down for generations, so I can't cut off the incense here!"

Cao Shi pulled the old man and knelt down on his knees, not daring to look at his son on the bed covered in big and small grimaces all over his body, but thinking of his own son, his heart ached again, and he couldn't help asking the old man for help, wishing to let him directly Solve his son's troubles.

The old man's complexion changed, "At this time, the ghost's face is sore! Even if the Daluo god comes, he can't save him, so let me go! Your son is a sinful debt of his own making, and now he suffers from sinful causes. I can't help you. You, please leave this matter to others."

Zhang Yiqing frowned when he heard the old man's words, and looked at him with great interest.

The old man looked at the person on the bed, surrounded by countless grievances, entangled into a huge silkworm cocoon, and imprisoned the person firmly inside, couldn't help but shuddered hard, and quickly backed away.

"Master, Master, I beg you, I have money, I have a lot of money, please try to save him!"

"It's not that I didn't save it. It's your son who was infected with human life. He killed someone. Now these enemies have come to you. The evil karma is burning. His life is probably coming to an end."

The old man glanced at the densely packed ghost face sores on the bed, the ghost face could clearly see the face, which meant that this person was about to die.

"It's time to pay for the bad results caused in the past. With all due respect, prepare for the funeral."

Cao Shi's smug face just now seemed to have taken away his anger, and he lay limp on the ground, saying nothing.

Zhang Yijing and Zhang Yiqing were still standing behind the crowd, she elbowed Zhang Yiqing.

"Little uncle, is what the old man said true?"

Zhang Yiqing nodded, "He's right. This person has several life debts, and the ghost-faced sores on his body are the resentment of those ghosts. Once the ghost-faced sores form and grow five sense organs, they can talk and think. Directly replace Cao Shi's son and replace him. The mistake made at the beginning, now the victim should return."

"Then do we want to help?" Zhang Yijing is usually indifferent, but when it comes to major issues, he will not hold back.

"Help?" Zhang Yiqing sneered, "How can you help? If you help such a sinful and eloquent person, we are the murderers. The red stamp that was marked by the evil spirit at that time will be the old birthday star who hanged himself at that time. It's too long to die."

He could tell at the first sight that this man was a man with countless debts, so when everyone asked how to deal with it, he chose to stand on the sidelines. He is holding the lives of several innocent people in his hands, and saving them can only add a burden to his own practice, and it does not have much effect.

Zhang Yijing didn't object, but instead she looked indifferent, indicating that she didn't want to save this kind of person, and living would only kill more innocent people.

And what my little uncle said was not unreasonable, even if she was a little ignorant of the world while staying on the mountain, it didn't mean that she didn't distinguish between right and wrong, good and evil, good things were often difficult to do, and bad things were easy to do.

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