Father and daughter Shang Dongxu and Shang Meizhu lost their voices almost at the same time.
On the one hand, they are frightened by ghosts like resentful spirits.
on the other hand.
Just ten minutes ago, the young man they met outside had already said that resentful souls are hidden in the blood dragon wood beads! "Miss Mo, is there really a resentful soul in my string of beads?"
Shang Dongxu asked in horror.
"Absolutely true."
Mo Yuyan's beautiful eyes flashed with a strange red light.
As if inspired by this red light, a black shadow suddenly appeared on the blood dragon wood on Shang Dongxu's wrist, which frightened him to take it off quickly.
But he couldn't bear to throw it away, so he could only put it on the coffee table in a hurry.
"Ms. Mo, this string of Buddhist beads belongs to my deceased wife and is also a family heirloom."
"Please also ask Miss Mo for help in expelling the resentful spirits here."
Shang Dongxu said in a sincere tone.
The Blood Dragon Wood is an Indonesian sacred tree. It was originally consecrated by a senior monk hired by his wife's family. It has been around for hundreds of years and is extremely valuable. It is not an exaggeration to say it is an antique.
The auction price is at least 50 to 60 million.
Shang Dongxu is not short of money, and has several small ornaments worth hundreds of millions in his home. The reason why he carries this string of beads close to his body is entirely to express his longing for his wife.
"Sorry, Mr. Shang."
Mo Yuyan shook her head and apologized: "I'm only good at fortune-telling in the Book of Changes and finding out problems, but I really don't know how to exorcise evil spirits."
"and."
"I just saw that the resentful soul inside this string of beads is extremely violent. Even if my teacher uses Confucian awe-inspiring energy, he can't get rid of it completely."
Mo Yuyan said in a solemn tone.
Shang Dongxu's face flashed with gloom.
He came here just to invite Mo Yuyan or the master of the Confucius Temple to see if the problem could be solved.
"Is there really no way out?"
Shang Dongxu braced himself and said: "Miss Mo, you know many strange people, who can get rid of the resentful soul inside the beads?"
"This..." Mo Yuyan thought for a moment.
Still shook his head: "Among the people I know, including the teacher and Taoist Master Xuancheng, none of them can detect Ni Duan in their conduct, let alone expel the resentful soul."
"The resentment in this Buddhist bead is extremely hidden. I only found Ni Duan through other means."
"Mr. Shang, the resentful soul will absorb Yang Qi. It will be harmful to your health if you wear it for a long time. I suggest you not to wear it."
Shang Dongxu looked a little sad.
At this time, Shang Meizhu suddenly said: "Miss Mo, you said before that even your teacher and Taoist Master Xuancheng can't see the nirvana of the Buddhist beads?"
"Um."
Mo Yuyan nodded slightly.
The reason why she could see it was because she was born with yin and yang eyes, and it was with her yin and yang eyes that she could detect the resentful soul.
"Miss Mo, before we came here, we met a young man outside the Confucius Temple. He just took one look at the Buddhist beads in his father's hand, and then concluded that there was a resentful spirit."
Shang Meizhu told what happened just now.
Um?
Mo Yuyan was stunned for a moment: "He really said that?"
"Yes, that's what the young man said."
"He said: The Buddhist beads contain resentful souls and emit yin energy, which will continue to corrode the yang energy in me."
Shang Dongxu quickly spoke: "At that time, he also said that these Buddhist beads were from ancient tombs. I was a little angry and ignored this person."
"The resentful soul contains the energy of the underworld, and it is indeed somewhat similar to some antiques that are contaminated with the corpse energy of ancient tombs."
Mo Yuyan frowned slightly: "That person is right when he says that."
She used her yin and yang eyes to observe for a long time before she discovered the resentful soul.
But the young man Shang Dongxu talked about could determine the location of the resentful soul at a glance.
"Mr. Shang, maybe this person can get rid of resentful souls. If you get in touch, please introduce him to me. China is a vast land and rich in resources. Maybe he is an expert hermit..." Mo Yuyan was saying.
She suddenly stopped talking, stood up slowly, and faced the path of flowers not far away.
I saw a middle-aged man with slightly white temples and wearing a moon-white robe walking towards him with a smile and talking to a young man.
The young man held the hand of a little girl, followed by a man and a woman.
"teacher."
A middle-aged man in Mo Yuyan's court performed the Confucian disciple's ceremony.
This person is the current master of Confucius Temple, Meng Wenhui.
"Um."
Meng Wenhui nodded with a smile and introduced: "Yu Yan, this Mr. Tang will be a distinguished guest of Confucius Temple from now on; Mr. Tang, this is my student, named Mo Yuyan."
"Hello, Mr. Tang."
Mo Yuyan looked over politely.
Her eyes fell on an ancient brush held in Tang Ming's hand, and her clear dark brown pupils suddenly shrunk.
This is the property of the former master of Confucius Temple.
Of course Mo Yuyan knew about this thing, but the question was, how could this brush hurt this young man?
"Hello, Miss Mo."
Tang Ming nodded slightly, then turned around and said, "Mr. Meng, let's get down to business first."
"Okay, Mr. Tang, please come with me."
Meng Wenhui nodded and took Tang Ming to a flower wall in the backyard. He took out a small square seal from his arms and pressed it somewhere on the wall.
"Click, click -" the sound of the mechanism spring sounded.
The originally simple and moss-covered stone bricks were pushed aside one after another, revealing a deep path leading to an unknown place.
Meng Wenhui looked over: "Mr. Tang, it's not appropriate for too many people to go in here..." "Well, Liu Wan, you take Xiao Yueyue and wait outside, and I'll take Zi Ri in."
Tang Ming explained, then patted Situ Yue's little head, and walked towards the deep path with a calm expression.
Purple Sun followed closely behind.
Meng Wenhui was at the back. When he entered, he waved his sleeves casually, and with a burst of energy, the passageway closed again. From the outside, no trace could be seen at all.
..."The true meaning of Confucianism and Taoism."
"The teacher actually led outsiders into the secret cave to understand the true meaning of Confucianism..." Mo Yuyan's beautiful eyes were filled with astonishment.
As a Confucian student, she certainly knew that the secret of the Confucius Temple was the deep path in the backyard. This secret had existed for hundreds of years.
Inside, there are extremely precious authentic works and extinct handwritings of the great Confucians.
All were left behind by Confucian and Taoist people.
There is even an inscription on the true meaning of Confucianism.
Even Mo Yuyan herself is not qualified to enter! "He was able to enter, probably because of that writing brush."
"According to the teacher, the former temple owner and Mr. Fan of Purple Mountain are close friends. The holder can view the Confucian inscriptions at will..." Mo Yuyan thought to herself.
But Shang Dongxu said in surprise: "Miss Mo, that young man just now is the one I told you about."
"ah?"
Mo Yuyan came back to her senses.
"It's him, it's him who just saw something wrong with my beads at a glance."
Shang Dongxu looked excited: "Miss Mo, this person is really an expert hermit. Can he really help me expel the resentful souls of Buddhist beads?"
"Can."
Mo Yuyan nodded slightly.
If she wasn't sure before, now, she is absolutely sure.
Isn't such a person an extraordinary person who can be personally received by the master of the Confucius Temple and even receive a gift from Master Fan of Purple Mountain?