C20 (1/2)
”It's a woman. Master, when you see my friend again, don't speak carelessly.” Liang Chen knew that the old Taoist would divinate. What if Steamed Bun Bu Dian found out that he could only live to 26? This was a huge blow to Steamed Bun.
”Don't worry, I won't say too much.” The old Daoist promised.
”Suddenly, just as Liang Chen was thinking, the old Daoist opened his mouth. Not good, the master of this house has been possessed by a ghost! ”
The hostess opened the door, scissors in hand.
The moment they opened the door, they scared Liang Chen, and the female owner immediately noticed them and quickly put away the scissors.
”Sorry, I was busy cutting clothes.” When the mistress saw that it was an old Daoist, she hurriedly said, ”It's fate. Wait a moment, I'll go get the money!”
Just as he was about to turn around, he was stopped by the old Daoist, ”Miss, I'm here to help you!”
After hearing this, the hostess was stunned and a little confused.
”Help? What do you mean?”
The old Daoist said expressionlessly, ”Your family has an ominous thing. Recently, has your husband's eyes gone dark and he hasn't been in a good mood all day?!”
When the old Daoist said this, the Mistress quickly nodded her head. There really was such a situation. At that time, she asked her husband why his eyes were so dark, if he didn't sleep well at night, but he just smiled without saying anything.
”You know divination, you can't be the legendary Liu Zhenren, right? There really is a matter of a moment. Please come in, please come in, we will talk inside.” The female owner immediately invited the old Taoist into the room.
After entering, Liang Chen's mind suddenly felt heavy, the copper coin in his mind started to shine again, but there were no numbers.
”What's going on?” Liang Chen muttered to himself.
”Liu Zhenren, my husband just hasn't come back yet. What do you think I should do?” The woman asked in fear.
”A few days ago, did a woman come to find you to make some clothes?”
”Yes, there was one, but when I went in to get something, she suddenly disappeared. I haven't seen that woman since then, and before she left, she even gave me twenty thousand dollars. Her clothes are all ready, but no one came to pick them up.” The woman said.
Liu Zhenren immediately took out a few coins and began to play with them on the table.
”Don't you know that shoes can't be made into a bed?” The Liu Zhenren said, ”There is an ancient saying, shoe head pounding the bed, a ghost goes to bed!”
Upon hearing those words, the woman was scared witless. She kneeled on the floor, her face pale.
”Adept, if this really happened, what does that mean?!” The woman asked in fear.
”Shoes are easy for a ghost to wear when they flush the bed, so it's easy to get into bed with your husband.”
Liang Chen was startled, and asked puzzledly: ”Master, what do you mean by bed?”
”Brat, you're still young. You'll understand when you grow up.”
However, the woman clearly understood the meaning of bed. This was an intimate affair between a man and a woman, so this made her even more afraid.
”Then, then what should we do? Adept, you have to save my husband!?” The woman knelt on the ground and pleaded.
”Don't worry, this is the reason why I'm here. I just need something before.” After the Liu Zhenren finished, he sat down and made a hand gesture to count the money.
Liang Chen knew that the old Daoist Priest was not lying this time, and he also knew that there was a ghost here.
”Alright, Adept, I'll get it for you right away.”
Although women made clothes, their business was not bad and they earned a lot of money.
After taking out a few stacks of money, she handed it over to Liu Zhenren. The woman immediately said, ”Daoist Master, Immortal, if you bring that ghost away, I will give you money.”