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Chapter 142 The White Cloud View

Ashes belong to the Yin.

Yinde is consumed every time you move.

What's more, it's still daytime.

"Professionals do professional things."

Xu Xiaoyi froze for a moment, then nodded.

He couldn't trust Chen Jinna more now.

"Brother, what do you say, we will do!"

After pondering, Chen Jinlue said, "It's not a trivial matter to bring back the ashes. It's best to invite Brother Xu and Second Brother Xu to be there together."

Xu Xiaoyi deeply agreed: "It makes sense."

Now he was convinced by Chen Jin, and immediately called his eldest brother Xu Xiaoquan and second brother Xu Xiaoren over.

In the countryside, if there are no descendants, people will gossip about it.

What's more, the three brothers of the Xu family can also be on the stage in Luanzi Village.

The matter of their heirs has long been their heart disease.

At this time, after hearing the ins and outs of the whole matter, the three brothers were very grateful.

"Big brother, no, it's a real brother!" The eldest, Xu Xiaoquan, was in his forties, with a square face, and there was a bit of majesty in his words.

He took three steps and two steps, stepped forward and held Chen Jin's hands, his gratitude was beyond words: "Brother, you must help our three brothers."

"If there is a child in the future, I will let him recognize you as a godfather."

Chen Jin hurriedly smiled and said, "Brother Xu won't."

"I don't know much about breaking the game."

"But professional people do professional things. We guard Qingcheng Mountain. There are many high-level people on the mountain."

At this time, Zhu Qingzhou suddenly interjected, "Aren't you Jin Zi, a lay disciple of Mount Qingcheng? Taoist priests should be good at this."

"No wonder, I said Brother Chen must be extraordinary." The three Xu family brothers became more confident.

After Chen Jin hesitated for a while, he took out his mobile phone, called his master Yuyangzi, and explained the ins and outs of this place.

But Yuyangzi immediately refused and said: "Our Shangqing Temple mainly focuses on meditation, and we are not proficient in this way."

When Chen Jin heard the words, he secretly said "Sure enough" in his heart.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, Shangqing Temple had already changed to practice Quanzhen, mainly focusing on the practice of inner alchemy and nourishing qi.

As for rituals such as inviting gods to send gods away, exorcising ghosts and reassuring souls, one has to look at Zhengyi.

Just when Chen Jin thought that he had to think of another way, Yuyangzi suddenly said: "We are not all Quanzhen sects on Mount Qingcheng."

"As a teacher, I know a Taoist temple, and what they practice is the righteous school."

Hearing this, Chen Jin's eyes lit up.

"Master, which Taoist temple is it?"

"White Cloud View."

"White Cloud Temple?"

Chen Jin grew up at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain since he was a child, and he has never heard of this name.

"This Taoist temple has a long history and is hidden deep in the back mountain. It's normal if you haven't heard of it."

"The host of the Taoist temple is Daoist Qingming. I will give him your phone number later, and he should contact you in person."

With Yuyangzi's matchmaking, Chen Jin has a bottom line in his mind.

About 5 minutes later, Chen Jin's phone rang again.

Looking at the phone, it was an unfamiliar number.

Behind the number, there is a red mark 'suspected fraud'.

I drop a good boy.

What is the purpose of this Baiyun temple?

After a little hesitation, Chen Jin still connected the phone.

Soon there was a probing voice from the opposite side: "Hello, is this Nephew Chen?"

"Hi senior, I'm Chen Jin."

"Hello, hello, nephew, you don't have to be polite. Fellow Daoist Yuyangzi has already told me that returning souls from the cemetery is a trivial matter."

Chen Jin was overjoyed when he heard the words: "When will senior come?"

"This... Nephew, you also know that our Baiyun Temple is not as prosperous as your Shangqing Temple, so this appearance fee..."

Hearing the words 'appearance fee', Chen Jin was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at the three Xu family brothers.

The three brothers of the Xu family heard the words and hurriedly replied: "Master Daoist, the appearance fee is all negotiable."

As soon as these words came out, Daoist Qingming on the opposite side was overjoyed.

"That old way, let's go!"

Then Chen Jin gave him an address.

About four or ten minutes later, two Taoist priests, one old and one young, got off the bus.

"Master, they are so happy this time, they won't renege on their debt."

The eleven or twelve-year-old Taoist priest asked anxiously.

The old Taoist priest next to him heard the words, stroked his beard, and said with a confident look: "Don't worry, there is nothing missing."

"Really?" The little Taoist questioned: "But the master said the same thing last time. As a result, we not only worked for nothing, but were almost beaten by gangs."

Last time they managed to get a hundred-day prayer for a baby.

Originally, this ritual was just a formality.

As a result, he never expected that the master would say in front of so many people that the child and the victim are not a family.

The victim's face turned green.

Not to mention giving money, they have the intention to kill.

Daoist Qingming coughed lightly: "You child, which pot is not opened and which pot is not lifted, last time was an accident."

"Who would have expected such a big reaction from the victim."

The little Taoist priest Duan Wu couldn't help but sighed: If I were the victim, I would have to kill people to silence my words.

"Hey, the world is getting worse and people's hearts are not old. Now it's hard to tell the truth. No one likes to hear it."

Having said that, he suddenly changed the subject: "However, today's one is 100% reliable."

"What?"

"Because this is a job of returning the soul to the ancestral grave, the owner dared not honor it, and the old man smashed his ancestral grave."

Dragon Boat Festival: ...

The bus station is not far from the construction site.

After a while, the two saw a young man smiling at him at the intersection.

"Hi senior, I'm Chen Jin."

When Chen Jin saw the master and apprentice, he was also taken aback.

Based on these two outfits alone, he is definitely a master of the world.

Not that the gowns are gorgeous.

Instead, they are covered with Taoist instruments.

Mahogany Sword, Sanqing Bell, Canopy Ruler...

All kinds of magic tools are dazzling, let alone whether they are real or not, anyway, they are quite bluffing.

"Hi senior, I'm Chen Jin."

Daoist Qingming nodded: "The old Taoist and your master are old friends, so there is no need to be polite to your nephew."

After saying hello, the two followed Chen Jin into the construction site.

When the group saw Master Qingming and his disciples, they thought similarly to Chen Jin.

Professional, this is professional.

Under the admiring gazes of everyone, Daoist Qingming has the temperament of an extraterrestrial expert.

And when they came under the old locust tree, looked at the surrounding terrain, and then at the white porcelain jar dug out of the ground, Daoist Qingming's eyes suddenly froze, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Nephew, it's a good thing you didn't dig it out. If you did, you'd be in big trouble."

After speaking, he took out a compass from his body, first set the position under the old locust tree, then held the compass in his left hand, and kept counting with his right hand.

Just like this, I walked around the old locust tree.

Suddenly he was in a fixed shape, pointed at his feet and said, "Dig here!"

Seeing the direction he was pointing at, Chen Jin froze for a moment.

Just now he used his innate qi to look around, but he really didn't look at this place.

Peng Sihai glanced at Chen Jin, Chen Jin nodded: "Listen to Master."

(End of this chapter)