Narcissus was lying on the pink silk sheets, talking nonsense, his eyes were straight, his two baby-fat hands were scratching in the air, a look of horror appeared on his face, saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth, fell on the pillow, and hit him.
It got wet.
"Don't look for me, I didn't kill you..."
Zhu Yong was very puzzled by the nonsense in Narcissus' mouth, and couldn't help but ask: "Narcissus, who did you kill?"
Narcissus didn't react at all to Zhu Yong's words. Long Chen advised: "Master, whatever you say after being possessed by the evil spirit is all nonsense and cannot be trusted."
Zhu Yong nodded slightly and said, "Yes, that's what the Taoist Master said."
Narcissus is a person who has great desires, strong jealousy, and very little courage, so it is impossible for him to commit murder.
Zhu Yong also felt that this was Narcissus' nonsense and there could be no murder.
Long Chen took out a cloth bag from his body, which contained thirty-six golden needles.
I originally just carried this golden needle with me to make myself look more like a person, but I didn't expect that I would actually use it.
Taking out the golden needles, Long Chen spread them out neatly, then kneaded the secrets with both hands and muttered:
"Tai Shang Tai Xing, adaptability is endless. Wisdom is clear, and the mind is peaceful. The three souls are eternal, and the soul is never lost. Urgency is like a law!"
After finishing reciting, Long Chen picked up a golden needle. Narcissus's hands were still moving wildly. Long Chen avoided his hands and quickly stabbed into the acupuncture point on the top of his head. Narcissus' body immediately went limp, and his hands fell on the bed, and he stopped moving and twitching.
“Good stitches!”
Zhu Yong marveled at the magic of Long Chen's acupuncture technique, and felt much less disgusted in his heart.
Long Chen learned the acupuncture technique from Xiu Niang.
The embroiderer can do tattoos and acupuncture. She has some special hobbies and likes to be pricked. She said she likes the feeling of being pricked by acupuncture.
Long Chen wanted to play with the embroiderer, so of course he couldn't prick the needle randomly, so he learned the art of acupuncture.
The first needle fell, Long Chen followed the meridians, and the golden needle pierced the person again, and then on the body.
Narcissus was wearing silk pajamas, with a bellyband wrapped around her plump and white body. Long Chen looked a little greedy.
Long Chen solemnly placed two golden needles on key points. Zhu Yong watched from the side and felt very unhappy. He was the only one who could play there, but this time he was pricked by Long Chen in front of his face.
Long Chen secretly laughed in his heart: Isn't it fun to pierce key parts of your concubine's body in front of you?
All 36 golden needles fell, and the concubine finally breathed calmly and looked calm.
Long Chen breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Infinite Heavenly Lord, when the magic-breaking needle falls, it will become half of it."
"Please turn this medicine into water and give it to a good person to drink."
Long Chen poured out a pill from the gourd on his waist. It was a pill that calmed the mind and calmed the mind.
Zhu Yong took it with his own hands, and the maid quickly poured a bowl of water over. Zhu Yong put the elixir in the water and dissolved it.
Long Chen slowly pulled out the golden needle from Narcissus, and then said: "You can give medicine."
Long Chen took away the golden needle and immediately left the room without any intention of lingering. Zhu Yong even thought that Long Chen really had no feelings for Narcissus and only saw organs in his eyes.
Zhu Yong helped Narcissus lift him up, and the maid slowly fed him the potion, and Narcissus fell into a deep sleep.
Seeing that the Narcissus disappeared, Zhu Yong was secretly happy and said: "Take a good look at your wife, if something goes wrong, I'll beat her to death with a stick!"
The maid hurriedly bowed: "I don't dare!"
Zhu Yong walked out of the room, and Long Chen was waiting outside the door.
"Thank you, Taoist Priest. Please go to the guest room and rest."
Zhu Yong diligently led the way, and Long Chen went to the room and sat down, saying: "The owner of the village will go by himself. I will wait until the altar is completed, and I will do the ritual to kill ghosts at night."
Zhu Yong bowed and said, "Thank you so much, Taoist Master, Taoist Master, have a good rest."
After saying that, Zhu Yong walked out with a smile.
After closing the door, Zhu Yong was filled with joy, glad that he had met an expert.
"Taoist priests are no worse than monks."
Zhu Yong walked to the open space, where the housekeeper Zhu Xi was instructing the strong men in the family to build the altar.
There are many things in Zhujiazhuang, and all the flags you need can be purchased immediately. The seven-star altar has already taken shape.
Zhu Yong gave a few instructions and went back to his room to sleep.
He didn't sleep last night and there was a lot of trouble today. Zhu Yong planned to have a good sleep and watch what Long Chen did when he woke up.
When Zhu Yong entered, martial arts master He Peng and his people were guarding the door. Zhu Yong waved his hand and said, "You guys can go and have a rest. The Taoist priest is here, so there is no need to guard."
He Peng was actually very tired, so he didn't say much and took his brothers down to rest.
In the main room in the backyard, the wife, Mrs. Mu, was sitting by the window, and the two maidservants were squatting on the ground and beating their legs.
"What are they doing? It's a mess."
Mu Shi saw the maids running around outside, acting in a disgraceful manner and without any rules.
In the backyard, you should walk like a walk. This is the upbringing of wealthy people.
The maid Hongmei said: "Madam, I heard that the master has hired a Taoist priest to catch ghosts and is building an altar."
When Mrs. Mu heard that a Taoist priest had been invited in, her expression immediately changed, and the maid who was beating her legs immediately stepped away.
Mu stood up and said coldly: "Our Zhujiazhuang has been blessed by the Buddha, how can we invite a Taoist priest to come and practice it?"
Mu went out to Zhu Yong's residence, and Hongmei followed with several maids.
Arriving at the square in the front yard, Mu saw the housekeeper Zhu Xi building an altar, with hundreds of people working on it together.
"Call Zhu Xi over."
Mu ordered, and Hongmei immediately stepped forward to call Zhu Xi over.
Zhu Xi bowed: "Madam."
Mu pointed at the altar and said coldly: "I asked you to invite the eminent monk from Zhaoti Temple, but you found a demon to come in and bewitch me. Do you have the final say in Zhujiazhuang?"
Zhu Xi immediately explained: "Madam, Master Chongxu has a profound teaching. I have seen it. I was the one who ordered me to build the altar."
Hearing that Zhu Yong agreed, Mu stopped talking nonsense to Zhu Xi and said coldly: "Tear down the altar and I'll go tell the master."
Mrs. Mu walked to Zhu Yong's room, but Zhu Xizhu was at a loss where he was.
Mu quickly arrived at Zhu Yong's room without closing the door.
The maid Hongmei was waiting at the door, Mu Shi walked in softly, and Zhu Yong was sleeping soundly.
Mu Si gently sat on the edge of the bed and called out: "Master..."
When Zhu Yong heard the voice, he opened his eyes in a daze and saw that it was Mu. He closed his eyes again and said, "I invited that Taoist Priest, so don't worry about it."
Zhu Yong knew what Mu was going to say. Mu was very pious to Zhaoti Temple and would only ask monks from Zhaoti Temple to perform the ritual.
If a Taoist like Long Chen comes to visit, he will definitely object.
When Mu saw Zhu Yong being so determined, he said nothing more.
Mu silently stood up, left the room, and returned to the square with Hongmei. Butler Zhu Xi was still waiting for what Mu would say.
Mu, however, only glanced at it from afar, then went into the Buddhist hall to chant sutras.
The housekeeper Zhu Xi is not stupid. Mu entered Zhu Yong's room and entered the Buddhist hall after coming out, which shows that Zhu Yong insisted on asking Long Chen to do it.
Zhu Xi began to instruct his servants to build the altar again.
It was getting dark, and slaves and tenant farmers came back one after another with their oxen and hoes on their shoulders. The whole village's nerves slowly became tense.
As night falls, something sneaky may appear at any time, and everyone is afraid.
"Master, it's getting dark."
Butler Zhu Xi wakes up Zhu Yong.
Zhu Yong slowly got up. There were many lights in the room, which made the room bright. It was completely dark outside the window.
Zhu Yong walked to the table and poured himself a large bowl of tea.
Zhu Yong raised his head and sighed, then strode out of the room.
When I walked to the square, I saw that the altar had been set up, and the flags and tributes were ready.
Zhu Lie was checking the altar, for fear of missing something.
There were many brightly dressed men and women around the altar, both old and young. These people were Zhu Yong's children.
Zhu Yong walked over and went straight to the guest room.
When we got to the door, there was a little light coming from inside.
Zhu Yong pushed the door open and saw Long Chen holding a cinnabar pen and drawing talismans on the peach wood sword.
"Taoist Master, it's getting dark..."
Zhu Yong went in and said carefully.
Long Chen glanced outside, shook his head slightly, and said: "Master, please sit down, don't be in a hurry, the time has not yet come."
