After the rebirth of the master of metaphysics

He Shaohua has devoted himself to his career all these years, his only hobby is collecting various Buddhist scriptures in Tibetan, visiting various Taoist temples across the country, and adding a lot of money for incense.

Friends also joked that he has lived for 28 years and has no one around him. Is he planning to jump out of the world and become a Taoist priest?

If his grandfather hadn't mentioned it, he would never have known that he had a history of making baby kisses with others when he was a child.

The young man was young, with crow-feather-colored curly hair on his forehead, his eyes were clear, and his natural smiling lips gave him a sense of youth.

It's just that the young man's body is slightly thin, and the T-shirt always feels empty, his lips are pale, his face is slightly pale, and he looks a bit haggard.

The corner of the man's mouth is slightly pursed.

Let the young people eat more.

Lu Sijin agreed as soon as his head got hot, his conscience ached, and he wondered whether he should go back on his word.

"Mr. He, do you really want to marry me?"

Lu Sijin asked again and again, afraid that He Shaohua would regret it.

He Shaohua stared at the memorial tablet on the incense table, inadvertently saw the wound on Lu Sijin's wrist, and paused slightly, "These days are the days of your master's burial, I will help you with his funeral. After half a month, go to the Civil Affairs Office Of course, seeing that you are wearing a mourning period, we will not hold a wedding for now, and we will talk about it after your mourning period is over."

Lu Sijin's eyes straightened when he heard this: My dear, this even counts in the future, you are really a boss, and the execution order is strong.

Seeing the sky getting dark, Lu Sijin asked, do you want to sleep here?

He Shaohua pinched the bridge of his nose: "No, I've already booked a hotel nearby."

With her messy curly hair on her head, Lu Sijin sent the boss out in person.

Just kidding, this is a long-term meal ticket in the future, how can you accidentally serve it.

After He Shaohua finished talking, he and his bodyguards prepared to check into the hotel.

After getting in the car, the bodyguard Ah Hu looked in the rear mirror, and the young man waved happily at them at the entrance of the Taoist temple.

He glanced at the boss's face.

"Boss, are you okay?"

He Shaohua: "Yes."

Seeing the boss started to pick up the tablet, Ah Hu kept silent and concentrated on driving his car.

No one noticed that a black shadow quietly climbed onto the trunk and stared at the people in the car.

........

Lu Sijin shook off the mourning cloth covering his face, turned and entered the door.

He took out the 1000 yuan counterfeit mobile phone and searched for He Shaohua on the Internet.

He Shaohua, CEO of He Group, only 28 years old, worth hundreds of billions......

Good guy, what a boss.

Lu Sijin's eyes were straightened, staring at the big characters worth hundreds of billions, he almost laughed like a fool.

Suddenly, paper ashes flew up and smeared Lu Sijin's mouth again.

Lu Sijin poohed off the paper ashes, put away the phone, picked up three incense sticks, lit them with the white wax burning on both sides of the altar, and randomly inserted them into the incense burner.

He muttered in a low voice, "Who made your old man unhappy again? I've given you a meal. I have done everything I have to do. Why aren't you happy?"

At this time, the incense that had just been inserted into the incense burner broke into two pieces with a 'pa chi'.

Lu Sijin: "Why are you so impatient?"

He did the same thing again, but the incense broke in two as soon as it was inserted into the incense burner.

It seems to be really angry.

Lu Sijin didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Okay, if you're not happy, don't be happy. I'm going to sleep?"

The ever-burning lamp suddenly rose half a meter high, more like an old man jumping his feet in anger.

Regardless of his image, Lu Sijin sat on the ground with his hands on his chin.

"That's your fault, how good it is to eat soft rice, just lie down like a salty fish, and you don't have to worry about money." Lu Sijin got excited and said: "You don't know a little bit Money is hard for a hero, and there is no rice to cook at home, so what do you care about your face?"

The crooked truths Lu Sijin said made the flames even more inflated by half an inch.

"Look at you, why are you in a hurry again? I can't just say that."

Lu Sijin ignored the burning lamp, took out his phone and looked at the time on the screen, "It's past eight o'clock, that Zhang De should be back."

This is a miscellaneous brand, just looking at the seriousness of the paint peeling around, until the phone has been used for a long time, and there is no normal social software in the phone. After using it for a while, it gets hot and automatically shuts down immediately.

Lu Sijin: "Tsk."

After two hours.

"Brother Lu! I'm here to help." Zhou Miaomiao's voice.

Since the young man saw Lu Sijin's ability, he immediately became a little fan.At this time, they were coming in with their father Zhou Yang, and there were many neighbors behind them. Almost all of these neighbors were favored by the old Taoist priest and came to help.

Zhou Miaomiao trotted to Lu Sijin with a basket of meals that grandma and mother specially made for Lu Sijin.

"My grandma and mother made a lot of delicious food. They said they wanted to nourish Brother Lu's body. By the way, there are also Grandpa Lu's. Brother Lu, you eat first, and I will set it up for Grandpa Lu."

As soon as the boy finished speaking, he ran away with another basket.

With more living breath, the originally quiet Taoist temple suddenly became lively.

Today is the last day for the coffin to stop. Even if the old Taoist is buried tomorrow, the neighbors are worried that Lu Sijin, a child, does not understand some customs, so they have to talk to Lu Sijin this night.

After Lu Sijin finished his meal, he followed Zhou Yang and a group of old people to make up for the local burial custom, and didn't sneak into the backyard to get some air until one o'clock in the morning.

After finally heaving a sigh of relief, as soon as he lay down on the rocking chair, he saw Zhang De floating in like a ghost.

Lu Sijin stood up all of a sudden, staring at Zhang De who was getting closer to him.

He was full of resentment, and a pungent rancid smell rushed over him.

"Zhang De." Lu Sijin called out.

Zhang De raised his head slowly, his eyes were bloodshot, staring at Lu Sijin with resentment.

"why?"

Zhang De's eyes were dull, and he muttered a sentence.

Lu Sijin formed a knife seal with his hands, and the knife seal was designed to beat evil spirits.

He flicked Zhang De on the forehead, and with Wuxing's strength, Zhang De was knocked into the air. The next second, Zhang De, who was muttering, woke up.

Lu Sijin walked over and stared at him, the scarlet of Shan Gen had spread to his eyes.

"What happened, it seems like a different person when you come back?"

Covering his face and crying, Zhang De crawled over and hugged Lu Sijin's thigh and said, "My parents didn't know where they heard about the marriage, so they bought a deceased woman at a high price. The girl from the girl gave me a yin kiss. But my parents didn't know that the girl was killed by someone for no reason, and now she has become a female ghost in red. If I hadn't arrived, my parents would have died."

Yin pro?

Lu Sijin turned around in his mind and kicked Zhang De: "Then why did you become like this?"

Zhang De was aggrieved and cried: "I can't beat her,"

Lu Sijin frowned: "Then your parents?"

Zhang De sniffed, "I brought my parents here, and they are on their way here." Zhang De hesitated for a while, and then admitted his mistake to Lu Sijin, "My lord, I'm sorry, I accidentally exposed my tracks , My parents saw me, I told them to come and look for you, it's almost at the door now."

Lu Sijin sighed, thinking that he might go to bed late again tonight.

Hearing Lu Sijin's sigh, Zhang De shrank his neck in guilt.

He really didn't expose his traces on purpose, who knew that the girl's yin energy was too heavy, which directly affected her parents, causing their yang energy to be insufficient, and only then did she see Zhang De in a ghost state.

Zhang De's parents felt a burst of grief when they saw their son.

Under Zhang De's insistence on comforting him, he told them to come to Qishan Temple, and he went ahead and informed Lu Sijin in advance.

As soon as Lu Sijin walked to the door, Zhou Yang bumped into him.

Zhou Yang: "Jin Zai, there is a couple outside who say they are looking for you urgently."

Lu Sijin: "Well, I see, Uncle Zhou, you go and do your work first."

Zhou Yang: "Okay, if you have something to do, call me."

Saying that, he greeted the neighbors to eat supper.

Lu Sijin walked to the door and saw two very nervous old people.

The white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and the death of the son was a big blow to the two old men. As for the sad look on their faces, if they didn't come out in time, it might affect their lifespan.

There were many people in the Taoist temple, so Lu Sijin brought the two old people to the backyard.

The old man took out a bank card in his vicissitudes of hand, "Master, I heard from Ade that you are the savior of our family. This is a small gesture from us. I hope you can let our son Suffer less underground."

"Mom, how can I use your coffin money? I saved a lot of money when I was alive. I will leave half of it to you and the other half to the adults." Zhang De said in a low voice.

Lu Sijin waved his hand: "I was entrusted by Zhang De, I'll take the money from Zhang De, plus he stayed in the world because of me, I'll call you..."

"[-]% off, no less." He reluctantly said.

Zhang De was moved one second, and twitched the corner of his mouth the next.

Lu Sijin laughed at the Zhang family couple with his appearance of a little money fan.

Lu Sijin coughed lightly, and said seriously: "Uncle and aunt, first of all, I want to criticize your yin marriage behavior as very bad, not only illegal but also dangerous.

We have to believe in science, not hearsay, look, Zhang De's soul is damaged now, which may affect his reincarnation. "

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