Xiang Que bent down and carried Situ Ziqing who fainted on the ground to the bed, covered her with a quilt, and the wound on her wrist and left hand was no longer bleeding. It would be fine if the little ghost didn't bother her and asked for her life.
"How to deal with this tail? Oh, let their own family make up lies and explain it tomorrow." Xiang Que looked at her bloody hands and was speechless. Yesterday he made up a reason and fooled it. What if people wake up tomorrow?
If you write it? If you write it, you may not believe it.
Xiang Que rubbed his tired face and hooked his finger at the little ghost who was protruding his head: "Let's relax, don't resist or hesitate, I just cleaned up the resentment on you, and then you can still keep it.
By her side, this woman has a bad temper but she is still a good person. You will definitely not treat her badly, do you understand?"
The little ghost nodded timidly and stood still. Although his intelligence was very low and similar to a puppy, his nature made him easily feel the pressure that Xiang Que brought to him.
If you have a natural enemy, you can't resist it, and you will be able to die if you resist.
Fear is not only human nature, but also all living creatures. Any living creature that can move has a fear side. If you find this side of the gods and Buddhas in the sky, you will tremble when you see you.
"Swish" stretched out his hands to Que, and the left and right hands suddenly appeared golden light, and a peaceful Buddha light slowly wrapped around the body of the ghost. The Buddha's voice sang, and the purest Buddha power poured into the body of the ghost.
Purify his own resentment bit by bit.
What Xiang Que did was like brainwashing a person who was full of evil. He cleaned up the sinful thoughts in his head and naturally became a new person. The same is true for such a resentful little devil, which made him feel resentful.
All of them are like a child who is not smart enough to be wise. There is no difference between raising a child by your side and raising a child.
The Buddha's light poured into the little ghost's body and then suddenly got pulled back by Xiang Que. He frowned and pointed at the porcelain jar on the table and asked the little ghost, "Isn't that your body?"
The little ghost looked timidly and nodded to the shortcomings.
"No, why didn't you say it earlier?" Xiang Que just glared at the eyes and cursed, then waved his hand helplessly and said, "You said I can't understand, it's useless to talk to you."
Xiang Que took out a pile of cigarettes and sat on the sofa with a broken face. Now he seemed to have just taken off his pants and then the girl on the bed gave him a charming look and reminded him: "Sorry, aunt, come here."
It may not be suitable. It was arrived without discussing it with me. You can shrink it quickly.”
The shriveled and thin body in the white ceramic jar is not the body of the little ghost, but the place where he lives. If the body is not here, it will be useless to cure him. It is a treatment of symptoms but not the root cause. This situation can only show that someone is
Deliberately left the little ghost's body so that the other party could control the little ghost anytime and anywhere. Even if Xiang Que transformed him and placed it next to Situ Ziqing, it would be like pressing a time bomb for her and controlling it remotely.
The instrument is held in someone else's hands.
"Hiss" took a few puffs of cigarettes, and Xiang Que became more and more unhappy. The old man who promised Zhongshan Mausoleum really agreed to lose money. These things happened one by one, and he was already trapped in the whirlpool of Hongmen.
, unable to get out of here.
What to do? He still has to go to Thailand?
If you don’t find the real body of the little ghost, you can’t solve it completely. If you bow to the eighteen times, you will be trembling?
"Oh, this is a mess." Xiang Que stood up speechlessly and pointed at the jar and said, "Go back and squint, I'll think of a way to talk about it."
The next morning.
"Your second lady is really hard to serve. This person is harder to do than the job I took before." Xiang Que sat in Situ Shengyun's room with a look of melancholy.
"I have troubled you. It seems that I am really right to ask you, it's worth it." Situ Shengyun smiled and patted Xiang Que's thigh.
"It's not a big deal, but it's a problem. I have to send me to Thailand again. Please contact me quickly. Time is tight, don't drag it." Xiang Que rubbed his slightly sore neck and asked with a frown:
"I don't have a passport, can I get out?"
"This is a trivial matter. I'll contact someone for the plane passport and ask Jianwei to accompany you. He has been in the Thai branch for several years. He is very familiar with the local conditions and can be used as an interpreter for you."
"Well, then hurry up"
Situ Shengyun is very efficient in his work. With his connections and relationships, he will not have to go through the regular way. After calling a few phone calls, the whole set of procedures was handed over to Xiang Que that night.
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The Bombardier that Situ Ziqing took when he arrived became Xiang Que's special plane. He took off from Pudong Airport at 6 o'clock in the evening and arrived in Chiang Mai four hours later. The people who left the airport, Situ Shengyun drove a RV and were waiting.
It's outside.
After getting on the RV, Xiangque put the white ceramic jar next to him, put his hands on it and closed his eyes and said, "I will tell you how to go, you will go."
"Mr. Xiang is the first time to come to Thailand. Do you know how to get there?" Shen Jianwei asked.
"The map is in my head, just listen to mine."
Xiang Que naturally didn't know where they were going. After entering Chiang Mai, the little ghost in the jar could clearly feel the location of his body. The little ghost passed the information to Xiang Que. He was telling the driver that the car drove according to the instructions.
That's fine.
"Is Gumantong next to him?" Shen Jianwei asked at the jar at Que's hand.
"You know each other, too?"
"I have been in the branch in Thailand for three years. As long as I have been in Thailand for more than a period of time, no one doesn't know about Gumantong. My colleagues in the company have raised him before. Gumantong is a masterpiece in Thai temples.
The higher the magic, the more effective the Gumantong made by the monk,"
Xiang Que patted the jar and said, "You little kid knows it, right?"
"Uh, I know," Shen Jianwei asked in a low voice, "Is this a little ghost? How could such a thing appear? The little ghost is more effective than Gumantong, but it is very evil. Generally no one wants to raise it, it is very troublesome."
"No trouble, can I run to Thailand happily? Isn't it good to stay in the hotel?" sighed to Que Youyou.
More than an hour later, the RV drove into a remote area. A temple complex appeared in front of him, with towering red courtyard walls of pagodas, and a few local dogs in front of the door lay lazily on the ground.
"Chidilong Temple?"
Xiang Que asked with his eyes slanted, "It should be here."
"Swish" Shen Jianwei said in disbelief: "Are you sure it's here? It's impossible. This is one of the top ten most famous temples in Thailand. It's full of great monks and believers. If you want to say that this is a normal thing is Gumantong.
But there are no monks here to raise little ghosts.”
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