Su Cen raised his brows slightly and asked, "I would like to ask this Taoist priest how to solve the problem of being haunted by resentful spirits?"

The Taoist priest stroked his beard and said seriously: "The person is dead, and the debts in the world can no longer be repaid. There is only one way to drive away the resentment of the resentful soul and stop haunting this young man, and that is to repay the debts to the underworld for him.

His soul will no longer haunt him."

Su Cen smiled, but his eyes were cold: "Debt?"

"Exactly, if the results of karma are not eliminated, and the Yin debt is not repaid, the Heavenly Cao will shorten his Yang life span, and he will die young and violently."

The Taoist priest changed the subject and said compassionately: "It is fate that I, the poor Taoist, passed through here. I only need to perform a ritual to eliminate the resentment of the resentful soul, and your debt will be cleared in both directions."

Mrs. Jiang's heart clenched when she heard this. When she heard that it could be solved, she was overjoyed: "Thank you so much, Taoist Master, let's get started quickly! Whatever the Taoist Master needs, I'll have someone prepare it as soon as possible."

Jiang Shuyi was anxious: "Mom, I'm very well now. There's no need to engage in such nonsense."

Although what happened to him recently was very bizarre, and even a resentful spirit appeared, it did not affect his scientific worldview, and feudal superstition was out of the question.

Besides, except for the occasional confusion these days, I can eat and sleep as usual, and my body is still very healthy. It is not as serious as what the Taoist priest said.

Moreover, he felt that he was wronged. He was inexplicably haunted by resentful spirits, and he was accused of being a scumbag who abandoned everything but ended up killing people. It was not his fault, so why should he be asked to repay the debt?

If you don’t do bad things, don’t be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door.

He will never give in.

Mrs. Jiang glared at her son: "Taoist Priest, just do your religious work and ignore him."

The Taoist priest looked embarrassed: "There is no problem with the ritual, but the resentful soul has a deep obsession and is difficult to eliminate. This ritual will consume ten years of my merit to pay off your son's debt. I'm afraid..."

"Our Jiang family has a strong foundation and is well-known in the capital. We will not let the Taoist priest lose his merits in vain." Mrs. Jiang said with great wealth.

The Taoist priest stroked his beard with satisfaction: "The poor Taoist preaches everywhere and helps the poor. If your lady can contribute to the promotion of Taoism, God will naturally bless you. I will pay attention to this resentful soul first."

He held a bronze mirror and walked towards the direction of the resentful soul, muttering something in his mouth.

The soul of the resentful soul clearly appeared in the bronze mirror.

The Taoist Master Su Rong said: "The resentment of this resentful soul is so deep that it is so hard that she cannot be reincarnated and has to take the person away. I have only seen this poor Taoist in her life. I am afraid that repaying the debt is not enough for her to resolve her resentment."

Resentful Soul: "..."

Chu stood there motionless, coldly watching the person in front of him acting.

Mrs. Jiang also saw the ghostly shadow reflected in the bronze mirror. She believed it even more and asked anxiously: "What should we do?"

"Since it can't be resolved, I have to borrow a few years of my life from the young master to help me get rid of the resentful soul." The Taoist priest said it in an understatement, and the listener was frightened.

When the resentful soul heard this, his resentment surged and he rushed towards the Taoist Priest.

The Taoist Master put up the bronze mirror, and the resentful soul could not get close to him for a while, and the resentment on his body became even deeper.

Mrs. Jiang hesitated when she heard that her son's lifespan would be shortened.

Seeing this, the Taoist priest said coldly: "This is a matter of life and death. Your son will live long and survive this crisis without any disasters in the future. Losing a few years to his life will not affect his ability to enjoy his old age."

Jiang Shuyi kept talking aside, feudal superstition is unacceptable.

His eyes still looked at the bronze mirror from time to time, and the blurry shadow he just saw made him extremely troubled.
Chapter completed!