Xu Jia still didn't intend to forcefully break in. Since there was a fate, there was a way to resolve it.
After Mrs. Di finished talking to the expert, she made a phone call: "Feiyan, have you been to Huaxiang Taoist Hall? You want to ask the Taoist priests of Huaxiang Taoist Hall to pray for your father. Hey, if your father really dies,
Let the Taoist priests perform a ritual. Your father is seriously ill. Although some experts have come, they may not be able to save your father, so you should be prepared for both."
Xu Jia had a good ear and immediately understood Mrs. Di's thoughts.
Mrs. Di believed in Taoism and asked her daughter Di Feiyan to ask a Taoist priest to pray for Di Wen. Firstly, she prayed for Di Wen, and secondly, in case Di Wen died, she asked the Taoist priest to perform a ritual ceremony for Di Wen."
Xu Jia had an idea, he could start with Di Feiyan.
It is indeed fate.
Liu Xingquan stared at Xu Jia impatiently: "Why don't you leave? Do you still want to sneak in? You are wishful thinking. As long as I am here, you can't even think about getting in."
Xu Jia chuckled: "That's what you said. Don't leave. Be your watchdog. We'll see you in a little while."
Liu Xingquan glared and almost vomited blood with anger: "Damn, you dare to call me a watchdog?"
Just as he was about to rush forward to take action, he discovered that Xu Jia had disappeared.
"You still want to come back? Damn it, I'll ask the security guard to guard the door and watch you beat to death."
**
Xu Jia didn't bother to ask where the Huaxiang Gym was, so he got into a taxi and generously handed the master a hundred new dollars, hurriedly waving his hand: "Hurry up, go to the Huaxiang Gym, you don't need to change, just be quick enough.
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"Don't worry, brother, I'll be there soon."
The taxi driver stepped on the accelerator, turned a corner, and about 300 meters away, he braked and stopped in front of a Huaxiang gymnasium.
So close?
Xu Jia didn't know whether to laugh or cry. How unjust it was for me to die with one hundred Singapore dollars.
The appearance of Huaxiang Gymnasium is simple, and it looks like it has a history of hundreds of years.
He stood at the door of the gymnasium, searching for stars in the astrolabe, which was motionless, and could not sense the slightest energy.
The huge Huaxiang Gym has no Taoism at all.
"Hey, the so-called Taoist priests here are just superficial. Sure enough, there are no real Taoists."
Xu Jia was a little disappointed. As soon as he entered the door, he was stopped by the Taoist priest guarding the door.
The Taoist priest looked Xu Jia up and down and frowned: "Pilgrim, there are distinguished guests praying in Huaxiang Taoist Hall today. The hall is closed. You'd better come back. We will not accept incense."
Seeing the Taoist priest's frivolous behavior, Xu Jia shook his head in his heart.
"Hello, Taoist Priest, I'm also here to do some rituals. I just want some incense money to express my feelings."
Xu Jia could tell at a glance that this Taoist priest hated the poor and loved the rich, so he spent only 100 Singapore dollars.
The Taoist priest's eyes shone, he quickly accepted the money, and said with a smile: "Pilgrims, please come in. You can look around, but don't go into the back hall. There are distinguished guests doing prayers, so don't disturb the distinguished guests."
He didn't expect that Xu Jia was dressed in cheap goods, yet he spent so much money.
Xu Jia nodded, thinking, I just want to go to the back hall to disturb the distinguished guests, can you care?
When he entered, he stumbled and touched the Taoist priest.
"Taoist Master, I'm sorry, I didn't stand firm."
Xu Jia pretended to stumble, and one hundred new coins slipped back from the Taoist priest's hand.
Grandma, if you dare to despise this great immortal, I won’t give you one hundred new coins.
The Taoist priest got a hundred yuan in benefits, humming a tune happily and thinking about gambling with other Taoist priests in the evening.
However, as soon as I touched my sleeve, the hundred yuan disappeared.
"How is this possible when the money is gone?"
The Taoist priest touched it several times but couldn't find the money. He thought for a moment and stamped his foot fiercely: "Damn, that kid who came in just now must be a thief. He actually played with me. I'm so angry."
When Xu Jia entered the back hall, he heard a burst of chanting.
Fifty or sixty Taoist priests closed their eyes and concentrated, burned incense and chanted sutras, and were chanting blessing scriptures.
At the front, kneeling was a woman dressed in black.
The woman burns incense and prays. She has a slender figure and charming curves. Her hair is spread out, covering her pink and white neck.
There was a bit of sadness in her delicate face, and her eyes were full of tears, obviously she had just cried, and besides the water stains, there were also red bloodshot eyes.
Xu Jia didn't expect Di Feiyan to be so beautiful, she almost caught up with Han Palace Feiyan.
He watched with great interest, and Di Feiyan unexpectedly glanced at Xu Jia with her beautiful eyes, with resentment and unkindness hidden in her eyes, as if she regarded him as a stooge.
This little girl is pretty awesome.
Not to be outdone, Xu Jia also rolled his eyes at Di Feiyan and walked away leisurely, already having an idea in his mind.
Di Feiyan was really angry at Xu Jia's white eyes.
Who is this kid?
I have reserved the back hall, how did this guy get in?
Also, this guy has been looking at me with evil intentions, he is just a gangster.
Normally, Di Feiyan would have gone crazy.
But it is really not appropriate to pray for my father today.
Xu Jia wandered around the backyard and found a Taoist priest and asked, "Is your curator here?"
"Why are you looking for our curator?" The words were very arrogant.
"Let's do something."
While Xu Jia was talking, he took out a dozen new coins, worth tens of thousands, and slapped them in his hand.
When the Taoist priest saw the money in Xu Jia's hand, his eyes immediately lit up with excitement, and he obediently led Xu Jia into the curator's residence.
As soon as he entered here, Xu Jia smelled a strong smell of powder.
His ears were also very sensitive and he could hear women's laughter and coquettishness.
Xu Jia frowned, feeling extremely unhappy.
What kind of owner is this? There is a woman hiding inside.
Although Taoist priests can't help women and beauty, the master of Yiguan cannot be so immoral.
"It seems that this Taoist temple is rotten from top to bottom. Not only is it greedy for money, but it also indulges in beauty. We must not keep it in the future, lest the Taoism be covered in dust."
"Infinite Life Buddha!"
A Taoist priest with a celestial spirit came out from behind and shouted: "I have met the donor and heard that the donor wants to perform rituals? The rituals of our Huaxiang Temple are particularly effective, but the donor needs to be sincere."
Xu Jia asked: "What is sincerity?"
Yimei said: "Money is loved by the donor. The more money the donor gives, the greater his sincerity."
Chi Guo Guo Guo wants money.
Xu Jia suppressed his anger, conjured up 100,000 new coins from the Qiankun bag, and asked with a straight face: "Is sincerity enough?"
When Yimei saw so much money, she nodded excitedly: "Sincerity leads to wisdom, and Yimei will respond to all requests. May I ask the donor, what kind of ritual do you want to do?"
Xu Jia was too lazy to fight with Yimei now. He gave the money to Yimei. He didn't hesitate and said to Yimei: "There is no need for the ritual. I want you to do me a favor."
He whispered softly to Yimei.
Hearing this, Yimei frowned again: "The donor wants me to take action personally, but I'm afraid my sincerity is not enough."
Xu Jia sneered in his heart. He was already very angry, but he still held back his temper. He changed his hand and slapped another 100,000 Singapore dollars in front of Yi Mei: "Are these enough?"
"Enough, enough!"
Yimei nodded and bowed: "Donor, don't worry, I will definitely do it for you. Just wait for the good news." (To be continued)