After Zhang Ying was taken away by the police.
Mo Qian locked herself in the room.
From midnight to noon.
The table was covered with talisman papers, pens and ink, bottles and jars of various medicinal powders, and there were more than a dozen messy talisman paper balls on the floor.
Mo Qian has never cared about life and death since he was a child.
Live when you deserve to live, die when you deserve to die.
Destiny is determined by God.
Even if someone is hurt by evil people, it is their fault and has nothing to do with her.
Only the master is the one she wants to keep.
But the master said it was time for him to leave, so Mo Qian let him go.
At this time, Mo Qian had the obsession to keep her two babies for the first time.
She poked her chin with one hand, and flipped through the Taoist Temple's secret books aimlessly with the other hand.
This pamphlet has been passed down from generation to generation and has become rotten.
Mo Qian clearly remembered every word on every page, and their positions were unmistakable.
But she still looked relentlessly to see if there was anything written in it about how to steal people from the Lord of Hell.
At noon, Su Rulan came to call Mo Qian for dinner.
The little girl didn't eat in the morning, so she took the black cat downstairs to have breakfast.
As soon as Su Rulan came in, she stepped on the paper ball on the ground. She picked up the waste paper on the ground and saw something like a ghost drawing inside, and her nose felt sour.
She walked to Mo Qian and caressed her head.
"Qianqian, don't be sad. Fortunately, sister-in-law Xue'er is fine. The baby is gone and will come again."
Su Rulan tried to persuade Mo Qian, but every word she said pierced her heart!
She knew in her heart that if the child could not be saved, Lao Liu and Xue'er would be over...
Mo Qian ignored his mother and continued to draw talismans.
Su Rulan could only sit aside and feel sorry for herself.
Thinking of the six bastards she gave birth to, she was so angry that her forehead was smoking.
Why can't everyone keep their wives? No one can make her worry!
Fortunately, I still have a precious daughter...
Su Rulan looked at the remaining little girl.
I saw a talisman paper in Mo Qian's left hand, a talisman paper in his right hand, and a talisman paper on his forehead.
Seeing this, Su Rulan's heart suddenly became cold...
The six brothers are divorced...
This Xiao Qi has problems getting married...
…
at dusk.
Fu Xue decided to go to the hospital to end the pregnancy.
In fact, when I was discharged from the hospital yesterday, I could no longer hear the fetal heartbeat...
The doctor asked her to have surgery immediately.
But Fu Xue still hopes for a miracle.
She dragged and dragged...
But the pain in her stomach became more and more painful, calling her to wake up.
Fu Xue knew that she couldn't wait any longer...
The Gu family's private doctor came with an ambulance to take Fu Xue to the hospital.
This time Mo Qian did not follow.
She stood in the yard and watched the ambulance leave.
Fu Xue waved to her through the car window.
Soon he disappeared around the corner of the intersection...
Mo Qian's senses are very sensitive.
She has already felt that the two Gu family bloodlines are disappearing little by little...
She stood in the yard for a long time.
Suddenly he ran into the house and called out to the driver, Uncle Chen, "Take me to Qiao's house."
Uncle Chen got the order and immediately went to the yard to start the vehicle. As soon as Mo Qian got in the car, he stepped on the accelerator and drove towards Qiao's house.
…
When Mo Qian entered Qiao's house, it was like a cold wind passing through.
The servants of the Qiao family were all shocked.
I have never seen Miss Mo Qian looking so fierce.
It was already dark.
It shouldn't be the time for Mo Qian to burn incense.
But no one dared to stop her.
The young master has given the order. Miss Mo Qian can come at any time and do whatever she wants. No one in the family dares to stop her.
Mo Qian didn't pay attention to the servants' faces.
She arrived and went straight to the rooms of the patriarchs.
Mo Qian came today just to come to her ancestors for advice and guidance.
Mo Qian first offered three sticks of incense to the ancestors, and then placed a blank talisman paper, cinnabar and a writing brush on the table.
everything's ready.
Mo Qian knelt on the worship mat and worshiped the ancestors seriously.
"My seventeenth-generation ancestor, my disciple Mo Qian, I have something to ask of you. Please tell me how to save the life of the fetus. I don't want my two nephews to lose their lives."
After she finished speaking, there was calm in front of her.
The seventeen tablets were eerily quiet and motionless.
The ancestors didn't respond.
Instead, the ring on Mo Qian's thumb kept clicking.
Ever since my great-great-grandfather Gu Sinian moved in, he would make two clicks when nothing happened.
Today he hit it particularly hard, as if the bullet was loaded, and he wanted to jump out of the wrench immediately.
Mo Qian showed mercy this time and let him out.
She flicked her finger on the ring, and immediately the eighteen little people inside appeared.
Gu Laogui was very anxious.
Although he is in the ring, he knows everything about the outside.
When he heard that his great-great-grandson's wife was in trouble, he was so anxious that he wanted to scratch a hole with his finger.
As soon as Mo Qian let him out, Gu Sinian shouted, "Great-great-granddaughter, call the souls of your ancestors into the ring, so that you can't ask questions."
He thought he had some great idea.
I counted exactly seventeen on the table.
If we recruit all the ancestors, we can replace the seventeen children...
Wouldn't he just be free!
Gu Sinian made a good calculation.
Unfortunately, Mo Qian gave him a blow to his head very quickly.
"My ancestor is a god. How dare you, a ghost-seeker, try to summon gods?"
Gu Sinian, "..."
It turns out that he is not worthy...
The room was quiet for a few seconds.
Suddenly there was a "dong" sound from the desk.
I saw that the tablet standing in the front of the first generation of Grandmaster, the originator of Kaiguan, fell down.
Then the second one fell.
Then a third and a fourth followed, and they all fell to the table one by one.
Seventeen tablets, you squeezed me, I squeezed you, each struggled to stand up, and then they bumped into each other as if they had grown legs.
Gu Sinian looked at the wooden boards jumping all over the table in horror.
Why are these tattered wooden tablets still being fought?
"Xiao Moqian, are your ancestors okay? Are you sure they are going to be gods and not fake corpses? Why are they more surprised than me..."
Gu Sinian didn't understand.
But Mo Qian understood.
The ancestors did not dare to touch the cinnabar and talisman paper.
They are pushing each other, letting each other draw the talisman...
Together, none of the seventeen ancestors who became immortals had any way to save people.
Mo Qian glanced at the dark sky outside, and her heart suddenly sank.
She couldn't stand the tablets jumping around on the table.
Slap the incense table.
"Everyone sit down."
The seventeenth generation patriarch was so frightened that he immediately jumped back to his position, not daring to be presumptuous again.
Mo Qian bit his lip, his expression a bit serious.
"No wonder the seventeenth generation of Taoist Temple has no incense. It turns out that your Taoism is not as good as the last generation."
What Mo Qian said was right.
It can be seen from the magic weapons and talismans of Dao Dao Temple that their power is getting weaker and weaker, and their magic power is getting lower and lower. In the generation like Zhenren Chai, even his self-made magic weapons are gone, and only the old man is left. The secret books and treasures left by the ancestors...
The tablets on the table were not moved, and they listened to Mo Qian's lecture.
They dare not speak.
On Taoism.
Taoist temple ranks at the bottom of the global Taoist rankings...
No one in the Seventeenth Generation can fight.
It wasn't until Mo Qian, a little girl from the 18th generation, that they saw the hope of Taoism...
For some things, don’t blame them for not working hard.
Rather, I am born with a little bit of spirituality...
The tablets on the table were missing some edges and corners from the fight just now, and there were also several big holes...
Mo Qian stood up angrily as he looked at the unsatisfactory Patriarch.
There is no hope for the ancestors!
But what else can be done...
Mo Qian turned around in confusion.
As soon as she raised her head, she met Qiao He's eyes...
