"Master Taoist, my daughter has fallen into the hands of the evil ghost. You must save her! As long as my daughter can be saved, I am willing to offer ten thousand taels of gold, please help the Taoist Taoist."

Mr. Chen is in his sixties this year. His gray eyebrows and beards are occasionally mixed with a few clusters of black silk. He is wearing a slightly wide purple cloud robe made of nan silk, and his face is haggard and exhausted.

Who would have thought that in just three months, the richest man in Liucheng, who was originally tall and rich, was now the miserable appearance of the Chen family, who was now sunken with cheeks and a pale face, thin as firewood, and hunched body!

The Chen family has a great business, but the people are not prosperous.

When Mr. Chen’s generation was in his life, the entire huge mansion was supported by the old man alone. In order to get a child, Mr. Chen, who was just over 40 years ago, more than 20 years ago, Mr. Chen, who had just over 40 years old, had more than 20 concubines in a year. These concubines all have one common characteristic: one is full of breasts and fat buttocks, which is what the saying goes, is good for childbirth.

Unfortunately, although Mr. Chen is like an old cow, he is working hard every night and is very hardworking, none of the many women who are easy to bear can get pregnant. Gradually, rumors spread throughout the Chen family that Mr. Chen has broken the roots, and the Chen family is probably going to be the last one.

These rumors can naturally be hidden from Mr. Chen's ears. The disheartened Mr. Chen can no longer control it, or he doesn't want to control it anymore. Thinking that the huge Chen family will eventually be destroyed in a hundred years, Mr. Chen couldn't help but burst into tears.

In fact, Mr. Chen had long suspected that it was his own problem. He had privately hired famous doctors, and even asked for favors from adults, spending countless gold and silver. He invited a medical practitioner from Qindu to treat him.

But no matter whether this national player or the famous doctor in the city or the wild men in the martial arts world, the same result was achieved. Mr. Chen is very healthy and cannot be pregnant.

This result made Mr. Chen, who was already desperate, rekindle a glimmer of hope and take concubines in the entire Liucheng. However, Mr. Chen seemed to have been cursed by the sacred sons and grandsons. No matter how hard it was, none of these women and concubines could keep seeds, and their stomachs were ordinary from beginning to end.

This situation caused Mr. Chen to be greatly affected. He was disheartened and moved directly to the Buddhist temple, ate vegetarian food every day and chanted Buddha's name, begging the Bodhisattva to send him to his children.

I don’t know if it was the appearance of the Bodhisattva or other reasons. In the third year when Mr. Chen lived in the Buddhist temple, one of the concubines who served the old man in daily life suddenly became pregnant. This news was tantamount to Mr. Chen. In ecstasy, the old man waved his hand and immediately repaired the Buddhist temple in the Chen mansion, and even invited the Bodhisattva to the bedroom to worship incense every day.

Mr. Chen attached great importance to this child and almost regarded it as his own life. Perhaps because he was afraid that his child would be bumped into it, Mr. Chen was furious and ordered the pregnant concubine not to leave the bedroom. Four or five maids kept guarding the bed day and night.

As my stomach grew bigger and bigger, although I was served with delicious food and drink every day, my concubine's body was still getting worse day by day. I was locked in the room every day and my mood became more and more depressed.

Mr. Chen is hard-working in this matter. As long as his child is safe and sound, he will not care about the life and death of a concubine at all. Even if he ends up leaving his mother and son, he will not hesitate to do so. His obsession with the child is better than anything else.

Under the care of Mr. Chen, the concubine successfully survived ten months of pregnancy, but at this time the concubine was extremely weak and could not give birth to the child at all.

Seeing that he was about to die of labor, Mr. Chen made a quick decision and picked up the knife at his hand and cut open the woman's belly. The child's crying accompanied the woman's last breath, and the sadness and joy were alternated.

But for Mr. Chen, who is carefully holding the baby, this moment is undoubtedly the happiest moment in his life.

Although he was just a girl and was a little disappointed, he was overjoyed and no longer cared about this. He thought that when the girl grew up and recruited a son-in-law to inherit the family line, he could still pass on the family line.

Fifteen years have passed in a blink of an eye.

After the ceremony, the threshold of the Chen family was almost broken by the matchmaker. The Chen family's young lady was both beautiful and beautiful, with the captain of Liucheng, and almost everyone knew it.

However, when he learned that Mr. Chen was about to recruit his wife, the whole city of Liucheng was in an uproar. For some families, it was undoubtedly impossible to let their children marry into her. The Chen family's house, which was originally crowded, suddenly became much deserted.

Mr. Chen didn't care about this situation at all. With the power of the Chen family, can't he recruit a talented man?!

However, on the night when Mr. Chen posted a notice to choose a good son-in-law for his daughter all over the city, Miss Chen disappeared mysteriously.

Mr. Chen was almost crazy. Not only did he send all the staff in the mansion, but he also personally asked the families of those familiar families to help find them. He even spent a lot of gold and silver to find the official family and asked a large number of patrol soldiers to help.

Mr. Chen almost turned the entire Liucheng over, but did not find any of them.

Three months have passed, and Miss Chen seems to have completely evaporated from the world, without any clues.

Mr. Chen had no choice but to seek help from the power of gods and Buddhas. Just like before, he knelt down to worship the Bodhisattva every day, hoping to bless his daughter with peace and safety.

Perhaps it was a day and a night. More than ten days ago, Mr. Chen, who was sleeping, suddenly dreamed of his daughter, but the daughter in the dream was held hostage by a ghost covered in black air, saying that he was detained in a dry well in the backyard and wrongly accused his father of saving me.

Originally, I thought it was just a nightmare, but after dreaming of the same scene for a week, Mr. Chen began to notice something was wrong.

Although the Chen family has a great family and a great career, they are all ordinary people with physical bodies. How can they fight against evil spirits?

In desperation, Mr. Chen could only ask for help from those Buddhist temples, promising that as long as he could rescue his daughter from the evil ghosts and send her to reincarnate, he would be given ten thousand taels of gold.

However, these fat monks and thin Taoists in the world are okay to fool ordinary people. Faced with such real evil spirits, their performance will not be much better than that of ordinary people. They jump to the great gods and stick talismans with black dog blood.

After a while, not only did he not remove the evil spirit, but he was scared a few of them.

The Taoist in front of him looked like he was in his forties, his eyebrows were carefully trimmed with great care, and a hairpin made of white jade with the best fat and white jade on his head, and a black and gold Taoist robe woven with gold and silver edges. However, this extremely expensive outfit, paired with five short and three thick head and a naturally vicious face, looked like a stubborn stone wrapped in gold and jade, which seemed extremely inconvenient.

From beginning to end, there was no expression on the face of the vicious Taoist. Only when he heard the four words "Ten Thousand Taxis of Gold" did he unconsciously raise his eyebrows. The flesh on his face relaxed a little, and he tried hard to look kind, but in this way, he seemed a little more ferocious.

Next to the Taoist, a boy with eight or nine years old, brown face and wearing a shabby Taoist robe, was competing with the food in his hands. He held a cold melon bigger than his head in his left hand, and grabbed a fat chicken leg with his right hand. While sucking the snot coming out, he swallowed in a silence, as if a starving ghost was reincarnated.

With just one cup of tea, the ferocious Taoist finished discussing with Mr. Chen. Turning his head and seeing his child like this, he couldn't help but frown.

"Han'er? Han'er!"

As if immersed in the delicious food, he screamed without responding. The ferocious Taoist man's face became heavy, with a look of disgust and impatient look. He couldn't help but raise his voice and scream again.

"Haha Master, Han Gua, you eat it!"

As if scared by this throat, the fat chicken leg, which was still half left in the boy's right hand, fell to the ground with a "bang", rolling down twice, and just landed at the feet of the Taoist.

The Taoist, who was greasy and had his shoes on his feet, seemed extremely angry, kicked the chicken leg away with one kick, glared at his foolish disciple, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

The boy seemed to be unaware of it. When he saw the chicken legs flying away, he laughed foolishly, while raising half of the cold melon in his hand and handed it to the vicious Taoist.

The Taoist veins leaped straight on his forehead, forcibly resisting the slap of his stupid disciple in front of him, suppressing the anger that rushed to his forehead and said fiercely, "Put down the food first, take the things, and follow the master to catch ghosts."
Chapter completed!