The atmosphere in the living room was tense.
Wan Jiao and Tong Yingzi's eyes fell on Mo Qian for a moment.
Mo Qian still looked calm.
Didn't even look up.
I didn't feel the eyes of the two sisters-in-law at all.
Gu Shaoting, who was standing next to Mo Qian, looked embarrassed.
He knelt down and lowered his voice in Mo Qian's ear, "Qianqian, do you want to see the eyes of your elder sister-in-law and second sister-in-law?"
Hearing this, Mo Qian raised his head.
Meet Wan Jiao and Tong Yingzi's eyes.
The two of them looked at her directly without blinking.
Mo Qian looked at them for a long time, so long that Gu Shaoting thought she saw some kind of destiny in the faces of the two sisters-in-law, and was about to ask questions.
But Mo Qian got ahead of him.
"It's pretty. Her eyes are so big."
Gu Shaoting, "..."
He must have had a seizure.
Only then do you think that this girl can understand other people’s eyes...
Gu Shaoting nodded clearly.
"Yes, it's quite beautiful. Then - what should we do next?"
Mo Qian knelt down and sat on the worship mat.
He tilted his head and looked at his second brother.
His eyes are clear and innocent.
However, the words he spoke were like the cold wind in winter.
"Second brother, if you stay away, your life will not be prosperous."
Gu Shaoting, "...", insult, naked insult!
However, he didn't do anything either.
All I could do was sigh.
In the pitiful and sympathetic eyes of everyone watching the excitement, he stepped back dozens of steps.
He left Mo Qian's side.
…
As soon as Gu Shaoting left.
Mo Qian patted the coffee table.
Facing the tablet where seventeen people were lying on their backs, he said seriously, "Seventeenth-generation Patriarch, I now have enough money to cultivate two and a half golden bodies. Why don't you try to gain some energy and become a capable god?"
Mo Qian just finished speaking.
Seeing the tablets on the table, one after another stood up.
The speed is so fast that the human eye cannot see clearly.
The tablets on the table are like going back in time, going back to ten minutes ago in the blink of an eye.
The onlookers stared blankly.
Finally realized it.
Who does Mo Qian's financial fan look like?
There are really two kinds of people that cannot be raised by a Taoist temple...
Mo Qian looked at the standing memorial tablet and raised his fist towards the Patriarch with satisfaction, "The Patriarch is on top, Mo Qian asks for the hexagram."
After she finished speaking, she wrote down the death anniversaries of her two children on the table.
Wan Jiao and Tong Yingzi's hair is also attached to it.
She then took out the bucket of fortune sticks and started shaking it.
While shaking, he asked, "Is the child's infant spirit still there?"
One is signed.
exist!
Mo Qian continued to ask, "Is the infant spirit free?"
Sign under.
Mo Qian looked at the lot.
Startled.
This sign is not good, very bad, indicating that the infant spirit is trapped by others, or the soul is bound.
Mo Qian paused for a few seconds.
Then he continued to ask, "Where is the infant spirit?"
The hexagram sign stands sideways on the table.
Okay.
Mo Qian understood. The Patriarch was saying that this matter was not their business...
Mo Qian then asked, "How did they die? The upper lot, poison. The upper lot, witchcraft. The lower lot, magic. The lower lot, other methods."
Mo Qian wasn't sure what happened back then.
She had always thought that the eldest sister-in-law and the second sister-in-law were poisoned by the witch doctor Gu like Fuxue, but Tong Yingzi said that their hair was pulled out by Gu Xiangwei, which made Mo Qian think twice.
She shook the fortune teller in her hand.
Soon, a wooden fortune stick fell out of the tube and landed on the table.
There are two big crooked characters written on the signature: signed.
The art of witchcraft.
Mo Qian understood.
She put the lottery ticket back into the tube again.
Then he asked, "I would like to ask the Patriarch, why did Gu Xiangwei kill the infant spirit and there was no evil retribution?"
After Mo Qian finished speaking, he shook the barrel again.
Shake, shake, crash.
But after shaking it for a long time, the magic lottery tickets seemed to be growing in the bucket, and none of them fell out.
Mo Qian asked again in confusion.
She just finished speaking.
I saw five spiritual lottery tickets, which didn't even stop. They all jumped out of the tube at once.
Dropped on the coffee table first.
Then it bounced to the floor.
Finally, it was spelled into three X's.
Two of the x's were made by the spiritual lotus myself, and the last x was made from the single's lotus and the seam of the floor...
Everyone craned their necks to watch.
Confused.
Not to mention they were confused, even Mo Qian was confused.
Mo Qian looked at the Patriarch again.
He asked in confusion, "What does this mean? It can't be cured?"
Finished asking this question.
Just then, there was a "pop" sound on the table, and Chai Zhenren's tablet fell down on the table.
Mo Qian stretched out his hand and helped Master up.
Asked again, "Does that mean she is difficult to deal with?"
Chai Zhenren fell again.
Mo Qian frowned, "Don't worry about it. Is there any retribution?"
fall!
"The time has not come yet?"
fall!
fall!
fall!
No matter what Mo Qian asked.
Chai Zhenren just hit and fell.
One final touch.
Chai Zhenren forcefully smashed his tablet and cracked it with a "click"...
…
Mo Qian propped up his chin.
Lift up the split tablet.
Gu Baiye had been standing behind the sofa, speechless.
At this moment, I couldn't help but mutter, "Qianqian, why does your master look, uh... a little stupid?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Qian turned his head and stared at Gu Baiye.
He made a silencing gesture towards him.
"Shh, don't say it. Master will be sad if he hears it!"
"Oh!" Gu Baiye understood and quickly shut up.
The memorial tablet of Chai Zhenren.
Suddenly it shook on the table.
The crack in his head got even bigger.
As long as he can speak.
Chai Zhenren would always say something sincerely to Mo Qian.
Thank you, thank you, my good disciple!
…
However, this time, Chai Zhenren’s tablet was not knocked down.
Mo Qian thought for a moment, suddenly thought of something, and asked his master in surprise, "Master, do you want to say that Gu Xiangwei is stupid?"
The tablet remains untouched.
Mo Qian asked again.
Chai Zhenren really stopped falling.
Mo Qian realized it immediately.
She raised her head and said to everyone, "My master said that Gu Xiangwei is a fool!"
Everyone, "..."
Co-authored, xxx on the ground, do you want to say stupid x?
Everyone grinned in embarrassment.
How could you, my teacher, come up with such a "smart" hint...
…
When Gu Xingchen heard Mo Qian say that Gu Xiangwei was stupid.
His face looked a little ugly.
He usually goes out for filming and has very little time to come home.
What happened at home these past few months.
No one reported to him.
He was still stuck in the days when Mo Qian had just returned.
Gu Xingchen wanted to refute, so he opened his mouth and shouted, "Qianqian——"
But before he could say anything else, Gu Hongshen punched his head.
Gu Hongshen looked at him coldly, "Shut up and stay safe."
Gu Xingchen rubbed his head, "Brother, are Qianqian saying that Xiangwei harmed my elder sister-in-law and second sister-in-law's child? How is this possible?"
Gu Hongshen looked sideways at him, "You're celebrating the New Year and you don't want to live anymore? I suggest you shut up and wait until mom finishes teaching you before you talk."
Gu Xingchen, "..."
Gu Hongshen withdrew his gaze.
Look ahead.
Then he asked, "How did you know we were at Qiao's house?"
Gu Xingchen looked unhappy and muttered, "When I go home, you are not here. Uncle Chen told me that you are here."
"I have to tell Uncle Chen next time that I can't let you in."
Gu Xingchen frowned when he heard this, "Are you my brother?"
"No, you held it wrong."
"..."
At this moment, Gu Xingchen suddenly remembered something that fans often say.
"Brother, we are the only ones left..."
