Matchmaker Bao, who was possessed by Dou Mu Yuanjun, was secretly proud of herself when she saw the old man and his son gradually taking the bait, but she still kept her expression low. This vicious woman knew how to squeeze out more money.
"For the sake of you, an old man who has done good deeds and lived an honest life, I can give your son a break to avoid the bloody disaster. But you have to break the bank, are you willing?"
"I'm willing, I'm willing! As long as my son can be safe and creditors no longer come to ask for debts, I'm willing to lose some money."
After listening to Doumu Yuanjun's words, the old man seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and expressed his willingness to pay some money for a way out. It seemed that he was indeed dragged down by his son and was exhausted physically and mentally.
"You have to donate two acres of good land to Qingjing Temple. I will write a talisman for your son and let him take it with him. I will also ask him to join the Holy Dao Society and send him to make a living elsewhere. The disaster will be lifted in two years. , go home and reunite with your family. Otherwise it won’t work, are you willing?"
"But my family only has five acres of land, which is not enough to support the whole family. How can I donate more land to Shengguan?"
Although the old man said he was willing to pay to save his son, he was unwilling to give up the land that his family relied on for survival, because dedicating the land would mean that the family would be destroyed.
"It's up to you..."
Doumu Yuanjun half-closed his eyes, showing some impatience. But he had no intention of driving the old man and his son away immediately. Maybe he was still hoping for a change, but as expected, the old man's son spoke up.
"I have already mortgaged the little land at home, so how can I donate it?"
"By donating it to the Taoist temple, you can keep some of your land. You are a gambler. Only by joining the Holy Taoist Association can you change your bad habits and avoid death! Perhaps with the guidance of the Holy Taoist Association, you can turn around. Get a wife, have children, and revive the family business.”
At this time, the helmsman Luo Zhenren spoke loudly. Since all the land has been lost to this evil man, it seems that the only way is to donate it to the Taoist temple. In this way, creditors will not dare to come to the house to demand it, because ordinary people cannot afford to offend Qing Jing. Watch the rudder.
"I will follow the Immortal family and hand over my son to the Holy Dao Society for discipline."
The old man reluctantly agreed. He knew that only by handing over the land to Jingjingguan could he avoid losing both his life and wealth. So Luo Zhenren asked two laymen to come forward and sign the signature with the old man, and then took the young man away.
After all this was done, he ordered the next person to come up. This was an elderly woman who was seriously ill. She was thin and was carried to the table by her family. She vomited from time to time, but her complexion was okay and it was not obvious how serious it was.
"My mother has been ill for more than half a year. She has tried many treatments but has not gotten better. She just drank the holy water and started vomiting. Now she seems to be much stronger and her face has color. I also asked the Holy Mother to take a good look at it. Let my mother get better soon. !”
The elderly patient's daughter knelt on the ground, while her son and daughter-in-law stood aside, handing out incense money with both hands. Two young women dressed strangely walked forward and surrounded the elderly woman in a serious manner, dancing in circles and muttering something to each other.
After a while, the two young women helped the old woman sit up, kept stroking and patting her in front and behind, and finally sprayed the old woman's face and head with the wine in their mouths, then turned and twisted He straightened his body and returned to his seat.
"Okay! The two fairies have driven away the evil spirits, and the disease will be cured soon. You need to come to the Taoist temple every day to receive holy water and cure her actual illness."
Doumu Yuanjun spoke, and the group retreated. Finally, it was time for the old woman to see a doctor for her son. When she heard the shouting, the old woman stood up quickly and quickly stepped forward to respond.
"My son is seriously ill. Please ask Holy Mother Yuanjun to take a look at him first!"
As the old woman spoke, she stepped forward and handed over more incense money than others. Then two strong men carried the young man who was seriously ill to the table, ready for Doumu Yuanjun to treat him.
Still first, two young women dressed strangely came forward and danced around the table. The two of them tried to lift the patient up, but they couldn't move it, so they had no choice but to retreat, but they were murmuring in their hearts.
Doumu Yuanjun stepped forward and took a closer look at the furious patient, feeling that she had seen him there before, but in such a chaotic situation, she had no time to think about it.
I saw Doumu Yuanjun shaking the patient back and forth a few times with his hand. Seeing that he was motionless, he had no choice but to say: "Your son has three souls and seven souls out of his body. He was taken away by the devil. It's useless to look at him. Just carry him back!"
"Is there nothing you can do about it, Mr. Yuan? I'll give him more money and ask the immortal to bring his soul back!"
The old woman didn't want to give up. Her son was just a little unconscious. His breathing and expression were normal. Why couldn't he be saved? Therefore, I beg Doumu Yuanjun to show mercy.
"This is a great ritual. You have to pay more and have to wait until tomorrow to do it. For now, we can only give him holy water to drink to temporarily keep his soul alive."
Despite the old woman's pleas, Doumu Yuanjun remained indifferent. She really couldn't understand why this patient seemed to have a heavy weight under his body and remained motionless. On the other hand, Zhenren Luo stepped forward to intervene and come to the rescue.
"I'll do as you say. As long as I can save my son's life, I'll do whatever I want."
The old woman said and handed over more money. It seemed that she would not give up until her son was cured. So the two fairy aunts brought the holy water and handed it to Lord Doumu Yuan.
Doumu Yuanjun muttered something in his mouth, swayed back and forth, and wanted to pour holy water into the seriously ill young man, but he couldn't pour it in, and the patient clenched his teeth.
Immortal Luo Anyi also came to help at this time. He pinched the patient's nose with one hand and held a wooden stick wrapped in cloth with the other hand to pry the patient's mouth. Doumu Yuanjun poured holy water into the patient's mouth with a spoon.
The patient suddenly opened his eyes angrily and yelled "Bitch man and woman"! He jumped up, grabbed someone with one hand, and lifted him high, but he was still on the ground heavily.
"Devil! Tie him up quickly!" Matchmaker Bao and Zhenren Luo, who were possessed by Doumu Yuanjun, were lying on the ground in pain and unable to move, shouting. They never expected that this patient would have such magical power, and catching them was like catching chickens.
Immediately, four laymen appeared from behind the Taishi's chair, holding wooden sticks in their hands, and rushed towards the young patient who stood up. But before they could get close, they were quickly subdued by two strong men accompanying the young patient.
"I am the Grand Patrol Agent of the Holy Path Association. I am here to clean up the house today. No one is allowed to move!"
The old woman took out two guns from her arms and pointed them at the man and woman Luo Anyi and Bao Matchmaker who were lying on the ground. Everyone was too frightened to move, especially the two young women who had been playing tricks and were already out of their minds. Crumbled to the ground.
