The great dancer is very famous in Youzhou.

Twenty years ago, it was known that it was 100,000 great immortals stationed in Youzhou.

If you are a village in all directions, you will see things and be a great master.

Zhang Daxian became famous early and was one of the best among the "100,000 Great Immortals". Some dignitaries and nobles came to him personally and asked Zhang Daxian to see the matter and treat the disease.

At this moment, Zhang Daxian had already arrived on the stage, followed by two assistants. Both assistants looked like teenagers, one boy and one girl, meaning a boy and a girl.

The boy and girl were holding two packages in their hands, which were obviously props or something.

"Miss Zhao, go and invite the noble son?

The auspicious time has come, and I can cast spells immediately to connect with ghosts and gods, and summon your son’s souls!”

Master Zhang held the soul-inducing banner and spoke with great enthusiasm.

"Master, wait!"

Zhao Meimei hurriedly walked aside and gave some advice to a few servants.

After a while, several servants walked out of the villa with a single bed.

Zhao Meimei's eyes turned red.

"Obviously! This is probably the last time! Mom really hopes that you can wake up, don't let your mother down!"

Zhao Meimei swallowed even more and said.

On the small bed, there was a pale and pretty boy, who looked seven or eight years old, and was lying motionless on the hospital bed like a dead person.

This is Zhao Meimei's son, Zhao Xiaoming.

Because of playing football, I kicked myself into a vegetable.

Jiang Beichen frowned, then shook his head, walked over, patted Zhao Meimei on the shoulder: "Sister Zhao, don't worry, I see your son, the heaven is full and the earth is round, this is the fate of a wealthy man, and he will definitely wake up!"

Zhao Meimei just thought he was comforting herself, and nodded with a wry smile: "Thank you, Brother Jiang!"

At this time, Zhang Daxian picked up the soul-attracting banner, walked around Zhao Xiaoming three times, and then returned to his original seat.

He kept slapping around the bed with flags.

"It's the god who returns to the temple, it's the ghost who returns to the tomb!"

"Now I, Zhang Daxian, set up a temple here to attract souls and souls for the Zhao family's son. I am about to invite my body, the lonely ghost, to retreat quickly!"

"Edict!"

A mantra roared out suddenly.

Master Zhang immediately trembled.

At this time, a strong wind blew around, as if wild ghosts were really scattered and fled.

Zhang Daxian put down the soul-guiding banner, walked two steps towards the edge of the platform, looked at Zhao Meimei from a high place, and said lightly: "Miss Zhao, old dance master, penny dance, and martial dance, which one do you want to choose?"

Zhang Daxian stood with his hands behind his back, with an unfathomable expression.

Zhao Meimei was stunned for a moment. I wonder if this dance master has so many things to do, but she still has only literary and martial arts dance?

Zhao Guangzhi was also stunned for a moment, and hurriedly walked up to ask, "I dare to ask Zhang Daxian, I don't know what this is literary or martial arts?"

Zhang Daxian hurriedly said, "The so-called Wentiao means that he can attract some small immortals who run the hall. These small immortals can help communicate with the immortals in the temple and solve ordinary things.

The so-called Wu Tiao means that you can invite some immortals who come to the hall, even the hall masters. These immortals and hall masters have unfathomable magic power, and there is nothing they can't do!"

OK! Now I understand! This is like two sets.

The first package is generally enjoyed.

The second package is more advanced and has a relatively cost-effectiveness.

Zhao Guangzhi quickly smiled and said, "That's all right, of course he wants to jump martial arts!"

"Well, if you choose Wudiao, then I'm afraid..." Zhang Daxian quickly rubbed his fingers. Seeing this, is he going to temporarily increase the money?

Zhao Meimei couldn't help but frown: "Zhang Daxian, haven't I given it to you just now?"

Zhang Daxian frowned quickly: "Miss Zhao doesn't know. I usually do things for people, but it's just for Wendiao. You know, Wudiao consumes a lot of magic power and comes at the cost of sacrificing life. I'll tell you this because I see your son's situation is very dangerous. When I got up the altar just now, I sensed that his soul was on the edge of the Styx, and it can move forward or retreat! That's why I suggest you Wudiao! Make sure that everything is foolproof!"

"certainly!"

"If you feel sorry for the money, just pretend I didn't say it! I'll give him a message!"

Zhang Daxian couldn't help but waved his hand and pretended to be ready to cast spells.

"Hey, don't!"

Zhao Meimei shook her head helplessly, and then quickly said to her maid Xiaohong: "Xiaohong, go to Accountant Wang, send another five million to Zhang Daxian's account!"

"Yes, the head of the family!"

Xiaohong immediately went to the accountant to make money.

Jiang Beichen couldn't help but frown.

This old thing is too irritating.

Just take a look and you will know where Zhao Xiaoming’s soul is?

Isn't this nonsense?

Even his eyes couldn't see it.

But at this moment, as a foreign visitor, he naturally couldn't interrupt.

After a while, Ding! Zhang Daxian glanced at his cell phone.

The money has arrived! He looked like a laughing expression and waved to the boy and girl.

The boy and girl immediately opened the package.

In the package of the boy was a colorful sacrificial garment, covered with diamond feathers, looking like a peacock fur.

In the virgin's package, there is a mask, which is double-sided, one with a bull's head and the other with a horse's face, which looks very ferocious and terrifying.

Zhang Daxian immediately changed into sacrificial clothes and put on a mask.

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Zhang Daxian lifted his hips and jumped around Zhao Xiaoming.

Crazy! Crazy! Zhang Daxian's sacrificial garment also has small bells, and as he steps, it keeps clattering.

Not to mention, the three teams cooperated quite tacitly and felt quite funny, and Zhang Daxian kept muttering, saying that it seemed like Manchu, no one could understand it, which was similar to the two singers.

After singing for a long time, Zhang Daxian walked over again, dragged the two big bags to the edge, and opened the belt, which was yellow and orange, gold ingots.

"Today, on Yuanyang, please illuminate the Northeast Dragon and Tiger Immortals, who will offer 100,000 gold ingots, and order Changbai Mountain to arrive. The four families of Hu, Huang, Bailiu will come to Fengshi and gather together!"

"Edict!"

Zhang Daxian picked up the wine bottle and poured a mouthful of wine, and squirted it on the golden ingots.

The boy quickly dragged down the bag of gold ingots and told the Zhao family, "This is the ingot that invites gods. I quickly sent it to the stove and burn it within a quarter of an hour!"

Several large iron barrels had been prepared there, and the servants hurriedly dragged them over and burned the ingots.

This is all done bit by bit, and the Zhao family was blinded by the eyes. Unexpectedly, this immortal Zhang was quite professional and looked like that.

The thick gray-yellow smoke rolled up from the large iron bucket, like the smoke of a beacon fire.

Zhang Daxian's eyes shook, and he quickly picked up the soul-attracting banner and waved his big hand.

He started to recite the mantra again.

And at this moment, the wind direction of the wolf smoke suddenly changed and they floated towards the northeast.

Soon, a whirlwind suddenly moved rapidly from the northeast direction, at an extremely fast speed.

Woo woo woo woo! The strong wind comes with thick smoke and paper ash, which makes people unable to open their eyes.

The servants of the Zhao family were so scared that they saw that the whirlwind gathered more and more, and turned into a tornado that crushed towards the crowd.

Everyone screamed and scattered.

Zhao Meimei had an excited expression on her face, "The great immortal has appeared! Brother Jiang, the great immortal has appeared!"

Jiang Beichen's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly pulled Zhao Meimei back and retreated for a long distance.

I immediately brushed my fingers across my eyes and saw that there were shadows in the huge tornado, full of all kinds of strange shadows.

But it is certainly not a figure.

"After crossing the Wangchuan River, you are all guests!"

"There is a person who has not yet died, and the soul returns to the sun!"

"Zhao Xiaoming!!Zhao Xiaoming!!Zhao Xiaoming!!!"

Zhang Daxian kept calling Zhao Xiaoming's name, his voice getting louder and louder every time.

At the same time, he kept waving the flag in his hand.

Woo woo woo woo woo! The tornado actually followed the orders of the flag and immediately moved towards the stage.

He kept spinning around the single bed.

"The soul returns to my hometown!"

Bang! The soul-guiding banner was swung down, and the tornado exploded instantly. For a moment, a strong wind blew, as if the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling faintly sounded in the courtyard.

Zhao Daxian waved the soul-guiding banner, as if he wanted to drive something into Zhao Xiaoming's body.

Seeing this, Jiang Beichen's face changed drastically. He quickly stepped forward and shouted: "No!!"
Chapter completed!