Soon, the master's apprentice handed over a lot of documents and did not let each of them sign.
Ji Chengye and others quickly started moving, but Ji Xinyao read the words on it seriously.
It was normal Chinese characters, and she could understand it. The first few pages were all about information related to the Ji family, as well as some words about going to the West in Paradise and wishing blessings to the family.
He hadn't read a few pages when Ji Chengye quickly interrupted him.
"Xinyao, stop reading and sign quickly. There are only a few places."
He said and immediately helped her turn the page to the place where she signed.
"After I finish writing, I still need to have my fingerprints stamped. Let's hurry up and don't keep Master waiting."
"good."
Ji Xinyao picked up the pen and signed her name on the first few pages, but when she got to the last page, she stopped.
"Why did you stop? You should just keep writing." Ji Chengye stared at her, as if he wanted to press her to write down her name on the paper.
"Dad, why do I feel that the pile of my signatures is more valuable than the pile of signatures on your hands?"
Ji Chengye was choked up immediately and didn't know how to explain.
Li Rongfang immediately came to the rescue and said, "Of course it is. You are her biological daughter, so you should give her more blessings."
"So that's what it is?"
Ji Xinyao picked up the pen again and put it down again.
"Dad, why are you pressing it? Your hand is blocking my way, so I can't even sign it."
Ji Xinyao told the truth, and Ji Chengye had no choice but to let go of his hand.
She took the opportunity to take the pile of paper and turned to the last few pages.
"I think there's something wrong with this signature. Why does it always mention shares?"
She actually didn't see the words, she just kept observing Ji Chengye's expression. When she turned to the back, Ji Chengye became obviously more anxious.
"Xinyao, you must have seen it wrong." Ji Chengye said, fearing that she would see through it, so he immediately reached out to grab it.
"Then I'll take a closer look."
She turned around and easily avoided Ji Chengye. Later, even Li Rongfang and Ji Jingxue joined the fight, trying to grab the "Share Transfer Letter" in her hand.
Four words suddenly flashed through Ji Xinyao's mind - conceal the truth!
It's strange that this thing doesn't have ghosts.
"Stop!" Ji Xinyao raised her hand, "Let me see, why are you so excited? Is there anything you can't let me see?"
She has no intention of continuing to spend time with these people.
"Forget it, if you want it so much, I'll give it back to you!"
After that, she threw away the papers in her hand and burned them all into the brazier nearby.
Seeing that all the evidence was disappeared, Ji Chengye had complicated thoughts.
On the one hand, he breathed a sigh of relief, but on the other hand, he understood that Ji Xinyao must have noticed it.
"Xin Yao! The rituals haven't been finished yet, so why did you burn them casually, regardless of age? What if it affects your mother?"
The matter of shares can be postponed, but the top priority is that Ji Chanjuan only has this tenth anniversary, and he has to get the legal affairs done quickly.
Some time ago, Ji Chengye felt that his business was not going well, and Ji Jingxue's career had also suffered a blow. He later went to see the master, and the master said that there were ghosts in the Ji family who had died and had not been put to rest. Maybe this was the reason why the family was not going well.
After thinking about it, Ji Chengye could only think it was Ji Chanjuan.
But how did he know that the person who died was actually Ji Xinyao.
At this time, the cell phone of the master's disciple rang.
"Hey, aren't you doing something? Why are you calling me now?"
"What? It's haunted?"
At this time, several monks in the Ji family villa had been controlled by Song Zilian, and the leader of them had a gun put to his head by Song Zilian's bodyguard.
Song Zilian sat on the sofa nearby and asked people to destroy everything that should be burned and throw away and throw it into the garbage heap, and then quietly watched the performance of the leading monk.
"There is really no way to go on. As soon as we came here, there was a strong wind and there was a lot of gloom everywhere. We must have provoked something powerful. Senior brother, please tell Master that we should stop. If we continue, we will
Dead."
He broke out in a cold sweat, paying attention to Song Zilian's expression as he spoke.
But Song Zilian smiled gently and touched his forehead from time to time, recalling Ji Xinyao's kiss yesterday.
In Longquan Temple, several monks changed their expressions upon hearing this, and quickly asked their master for instructions in a language that Ji Xinyao could not understand.
After saying that, the apprentice said to Ji Chengye again, "Donor, this grudge in your family is too fierce, and we don't dare to deal with it rashly. You can pay the carriage fee, and we won't accept your money for the ritual."
Ji Chengye's eyes widened, "What did you say? It can't be done? How dare you ask me to pay if it can't be done?"
"Donor, we have signed a contract. Our master came all the way from abroad, we can't let people go in vain, right? Whether we can solve it or not will be fatal. It's because you have committed too many sins that the resentful spirit cannot be suppressed.
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Seeing that the monk had already explained everything, Ji Xinyao was not idle. She quickly stepped forward and asked, "Dad, what does he mean by this? What kind of resentful spirit? What kind of suppression? We are not here to help my mother."
Are you doing the rituals for the 10th anniversary? Are you trying to suppress my mother?"
Ji Chengye was afraid that the matter would be exposed, so he quickly comforted him, "The master said that your mother was haunted by a kid, so he wanted to suppress the kid who stalked your mother. Xinyao, don't think too much."
He was afraid that the monks would not get the money, so he kept talking more and more, so he had to bear the pain and cut his flesh. "Tell me, how much does it cost for carriage and horse transportation?"
"Two hundred thousand."
"Two hundred thousand? Do you think I'm easy to kill? Our contract states that the entire ceremony and round trip are only five hundred thousand, but you ask me for two hundred thousand for a carriage fee?"
The monk looked like he was not going to discuss it.
"It is not easy for our master to leave seclusion once. If you are not willing to give it, we will not keep it secret what rituals you are doing."
He pinched Ji Chengye's pain point. Although Ji Chengye had a look of dissatisfaction on his face, he didn't dare to let Ji Xinyao know the truth now, and he didn't want this kind of thing to spread, so he had to grit his teeth and pay the money.
When the two hundred thousand yuan arrived, the monk kindly reminded me, "My junior brother has never told me in such a panic that the evil spirit is so strong. Donors should do less harm. Now it is just bad luck in career. In the long run, destiny may also be affected."
, Amitabha, good, good, good.”
After the group of foreign monks left, Ji Chengye cursed fiercely, "You are so kind to your grandma! The matter has not been resolved, and all you can do is cheat me out of my money!"
Ji Xinyao wanted to laugh when she saw his angry look, but she didn't dare to laugh out loud. She held back and asked, "Dad, what's going on? Why are they all gone? What should my mother do?"
Ji Chengye was also in a state of confusion. After thinking over and over again, he said, "Xinyao, for your mother's sake, I have to go down the mountain first to see what's going on. Rongfang, take care of your two children. Your home is in danger, so you can't live in the mountain anymore."
I'll deal with you in one night and then come back."
Ji Chengye's words sounded nice, but Ji Xinyao knew clearly that he wanted to go down the mountain first and prepare a backup plan to catch her off guard.