Wang Zhenxiu's face was as dark as water. He hated this kind of liar who claimed to be a master of exorcism.

Previously, after Wang Yujiang fell ill mysteriously, he couldn't stand Liu Qinghua's insistence and asked gods, immortals and so-called masters to "exorcise evil spirits" for Wang Yujiang one after another.

But not only did it not have any effect, but more than a million was thrown in for nothing.

What's more, two guys even almost forcibly violated Liu Qinghua under the pretext of necessary procedures for exorcism rituals.

When the fat Ms. Gao who was sitting on the sofa saw Wang Zhenxiu's ugly face, she couldn't help but get angry. She immediately stood up and pinched her waist and said, "Hey! Didn't I help you?

Qinghua, I can tell you that these two masters are real living gods. Today is the day for you to get married. If you miss today, even if you spend five million, you may not be able to invite these two masters again!"

Liu Qinghua quickly stepped forward to comfort her: "Sister Gao, don't be angry. Zhenxiu's temper is not directed at you. Didn't we encounter many liars before?

He still has lingering fears, but once he sees the abilities of the two masters, he will be fine!"

Then, she looked at the fat monk again and said with a pious look: "Master, didn't you just say that it only costs 200,000 yuan to form a relationship? Why...has it increased to 500,000 yuan?"

The fat monk curled his lips and said: "Ms. Liu, it's not our fault! You are a kind-hearted person, so of course you only need 200,000 yuan to get married, but that's not the case when Mr. Wang comes, the minimum is 500,000 yuan!"

Wang Zhenxiu didn't want to pay attention to them, and turned to Li Suixin and said: "Brother Li, don't pay attention to them, let's go to the second floor to see Yujiang!"

Li Suixin nodded politely. Based on the principle of not offending others, he did not want to take the initiative to provoke these two monks.

As soon as the fat monk saw Wang Zhenxiu was about to leave, his fat body was very flexible, so he stopped in front of Wang Zhenxiu and looked Wang Zhenxiu up and down.

Wang Zhenxiu was a little embarrassed when he saw it, and couldn't help but angrily shouted: "What do you want to do, a monk?"

"Hahaha!" The fat monk laughed and said, "Mr. Wang, your son's life is at stake, and you dare to bring an evil spirit in the door! Do you want your son's life?"

ah!

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhenxiu couldn't help but be shocked, thinking of the two times he saw Li Suixin.

Although the diseases suffered by Mr. Mo and Zhang Yuting are different, they all have one characteristic, and they are both major problems in the medical field.

Modern medicine and traditional Chinese medicine are almost certainly unable to solve their problems.

But Li Suixin not only solved the problem, but also solved it easily. It seemed that it was definitely not something that a normal doctor could do.

Could it be that Li Suixin is an evil spirit with great powers?

Distracting thoughts are like weeds. Once they breed, they will grow into patches and soon become a disaster.

Wang Zhenxiu hesitated immediately.

Li Suixin frowned slightly. He didn't want to pay attention to these two monks, but the fat monk meant something and actually accused him of being evil.

He looked at the fat monk with slightly cold eyes and said coldly: "Monk, if you don't have a clear mind and few desires, you recite sutras and recite Buddha's name, but you insist on going to the secular world to cheat, aren't you afraid of the Buddha's punishment?"

"Hahaha!" The fat monk laughed again and said: "We are Arhats who descended from the Buddha's throne to conquer demons. We have wiped out the demons and monsters in the world. We follow the Buddha's decree!"

Li Suixin sneered and said: "Monk, you are so loud, you are the only Arhats, it really makes people laugh!

You two are already plagued by bad luck. Dark clouds are looming over your head. Fatty, did you get into bed last night? It wasn't until the sun rose high that you struggled to get up?

Also, in the past three months, have you had bad gastrointestinal problems every day, running to the toilet at least seven or eight times a day? Your lower abdomen seems to fall from the anus to the ground?"

The fat monk looked surprised, pointed at Li Suixin and blurted out: "You, why are you...you are talking nonsense!"

He was quite alert and was about to say how did you know, but he finally woke up in time and swallowed it back.

Li Suixin didn't give him a chance to refute, and continued: "Not only do I know this, I also know that there is an evil spirit lying on you, sucking your essence every day!

Have you been having pain in your heart at noon every day recently, and you are sweating profusely after every pain, as if you have been washed with water? Let me tell you, if you continue to do evil, your life will not be long!"

The fat monk was stunned. He could still endure the gastrointestinal upset and diarrhea, but the pain in his heart every day was killing him.

These days, he also secretly went to the hospital for examination, but no problem was found every time.

At most, just give him some stomach medicine.

However, even the hospital could not understand the symptoms, but Li Suixin was right, describing his condition as if he saw it with his own eyes.

Seeing that the fat monk was stunned, the thin monk immediately jumped over and said, "Boy, you don't want to deceive people with your evil words. You can see the evil spirit, which proves that you are an evil spirit!"

If you meet your Grandpa Arhat today, if you don't kneel down and meditate, you will definitely die without a burial place!"

Li Suixin glanced at him coldly: "Skinny man, he didn't say anything about you, right? You think that if the fat man dies, you can just keep all the stolen money over the years, right?"

As if a cat's tail had been stepped on, the thin man almost jumped up and screamed: "You are talking nonsense! Where can we find the stolen money when we kill demons?"

"Alas! It's hard to be a good person!" Li Suixin glanced at the fat monk meaningfully and said jokingly: "Fat man, more than three months ago, the thin man gave you something special to eat. Have you forgotten?"

The fat monk's eyes widened suddenly, and then he looked at the thin monk fiercely, clenched his fists and said angrily: "You bastard, how could you be so kind and buy me some powder that night?

Do you really want to kill me?"

The skinny monk's face changed drastically. Just when he was about to defend himself, he saw the fat monk's punch as big as a sandbag coming towards him.

His body was much more flexible than the fat monk's. When he saw what had happened, he jumped to avoid the fat monk's fist.

Then he grabbed the bag placed on the coffee table and rushed out of the villa door.

Before leaving, he did not forget to give Li Suixin a harsh word: "Boy, just wait, I will come back sooner or later to kill you!"

Li Suixin frowned, he didn't want to leave any trouble, which would probably bring danger to his relatives and friends around him.

I touched the acupuncture bag on my waist, took out a silver needle, and flicked it with my finger.

The thin monk who had just run to the courtyard of the villa only felt a soreness in his waist and weak legs. He followed the inertia of running forward and slid against the ground for several meters, and his bald head hit the door stack of the courtyard door hard.

Li Suixin ignored the staring eyes of the people in the villa. Shi Shiran walked out of the villa and walked slowly to the thin monk.

Reaching out to take back his silver needle, Li Suixin patted the thin monk's back gently and said with sincerity.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and there is no shore to turn back to. Monk, you have committed many sins. Please wish for more blessings!"
Chapter completed!