"Miss Tang? What's wrong with you, Miss Tang?"

"Miss Tang? Miss Tang? Do you want to call an ambulance?!"

Taoist Wang and Taoist Quan didn't know what happened for a moment, and they just thought that Miss Tang was sick.

Big beads of sweat emerged from Miss Tang's forehead. She rolled on the sofa and quickly rolled off the sofa, huddled on the ground, and couldn't speak smoothly.

On the other side, Mr. Zhuge and Mrs. Fang laughed together while watching the live broadcast.

Mrs. Fang said in surprise: "This is working?! Is this vixen immediately revealed its true form?!"

"This is hard to say. But she felt a headache, which means she really had some problems." Mr. Zhuge said with a smile, and raised his hand to touch his beard.

But after raising his hand, he realized that he had shaved his beard to be on camera.

I had to put down my hand awkwardly, and continued to nod and said, "...My Qingci is specifically targeted at non-human creatures. If it were humans, she would not be affected. Now that she is so intense, I think she may be really not a human."

Wen Yinuo looked around and felt it was magical.

But she didn't think this was really working, because she didn't think Miss Tang was not a human being.

But the facts are right in front of you, what's going on?

She frowned and asked Mr. Zhuge: "Is your temple really only targeting non-human creatures? I see that you used her birth date and horoscope, and she could not bear it even if she was a human..."

"If you have these things, you can achieve the same effect by placing a straw man and cursing them. Are you sure she responds because she is not a human? Or I'll try these things to you to see if you are a human?"

Mr. Zhuge: “…”

He waved his hand unhappily, "Is Fellow Daoist Wen arguing with me? Don't I know what I am doing in this temple?"

Wen Yinuo pulled the corner of his mouth and thought to himself that you really know? I just asked back, why did it turn into a quarrel?

But in the end, I was worried about it. Moreover, Mr. Zhuge had generously allowed her to watch before. She did not provide any evidence of refuting, and it was indeed difficult to fight with Mr. Zhuge directly...

On this side, Miss Tang covered her head and gasped, suddenly thought of something, and she stretched out her hand, fumbled on the sofa for a while, and found her cell phone.

She held her cell phone, opened the Taoist app, and stepped forward for a while. Sure enough, she saw the scene of Mr. Zhuge reading Qingci to make a temple.

She immediately understood.

She struggled to sit up from the ground. She showed Taoist app to Taoist Wang and Taoist Quan, and said sternly: "This is Mrs. Fang's crazy trick to find your opponent to give me! You are all Taoist people, and you still have to compete with him. Can't you fight back?!"

Taoist Wang and Taoist Quan looked at each other and understood.

Since Miss Tang is their client, they really can't let Mr. Zhuge take the lead.

So the two took out their magic weapon, pointed it at Miss Tang's head, and began to sing.

After a while, Miss Tang seemed to feel her head was not so painful.

She rubbed her temples, let out a long breath, stood up from the sofa, and said coldly: "I want to go to Mrs. Fang's house! She is so outrageous! She came to my house to fight yesterday, grabbed my hair and scratched my neck. My injuries have not healed until now!"

"Mrs. Fang came to you yesterday to make a big fuss? She also scratched her hair and scratched her neck?"

Taoist Wang and Taoist Quan looked at each other again and understood everything.

The two looked at the drone floating not far away and said at the same time: "Miss Tang, let me talk with you."

Miss Tang understood what they meant and said, "Come with me."

The two followed Miss Tang to a small living room in the mansion.

Miss Tang closed the door and locked the drone outside the door.

This small house is surrounded by large bookcases with walls high on all sides, and there are densely packed books inside. It can also be said to be a small library.

Taoist Wang whispered: "Miss Tang, since the other party has taken action, we must also take action. But please help me get two things."

"What? Mr. Yu's birth date, his hair or blood."

Miss Tang raised her head, her eyes as lightning, "Hair or blood? What should I do?"

"Don't you want Mr. Yu to have a 'deserved sin'? We have 'tracing the origin' before, and we can see that Mr. Yu has indeed had an entanglement with your mother. The so-called injustice has a cause and a debt has a master. With his birth date, hair or blood, we can make a temple like Mr. Zhuge over there." Taoist Wang gestured seriously.

Taoist priest Quan then added: "This temple is quite complicated, so it is best to have Mr. Yu present. So I would like to ask Miss Tang to find some time to make Mr. Yu come here."

Miss Tang looked at her watch and said in embarrassment: "Mr. Yu and I are not that familiar. His birth date, hair or blood are not easy to get, so I will try my best."

She is not Mrs. Fang, so she can use the excuse to make a fuss, pull her hair and scratch her neck...

Miss Tang rubbed her scratched neck and saw that the live broadcast was still broadcasting by Mr. Zhuge, so she was so angry that she was so angry.

She sneered: "I've taken away all these despicable means to me!"

Miss Tang said, rushed out of the small library and ran towards the gate of the yard.

Seeing this, Taoist Wang and Taoist Quan hurriedly chased after him.

But they were a little fat and lacked exercise, so when Miss Tang jumped over the fence and entered Mrs. Fang's yard, the two of them ran halfway.

In the backyard of Mrs. Fang's house, Wen Yinuo walked around Mr. Zhuge's temporary altar and was amazed at the magic of the Qing Ci.

She looked at the white ash in the incense burner and asked curiously: "Mr. Zhuge, how many years ago is the Qing Ci you just burned?"

Mr. Zhuge compared three fingers: "...I have not verified the specific age, but looking at the old age of the green vine paper, it is at least three hundred years."

"You burned the three hundred years of antiques..." Wen Yinuo tsk twice, looking very regretful.

"As long as I can help my client, what's wrong with the three hundred years of antiques? Besides, if you didn't use this amazing thing, how could it work? I think that Miss Tang is indeed strange." Mr. Zhuge said very seriously, "Fellow Daoist Wen asked this, I'm afraid that I haven't used Qingci?"

Wen Yinuo spread his hands and said honestly: "Of course not. We have this thing, too, but we are definitely reluctant to burn it if we use it once. I thought you copied it with cinnabar yourself. After all, the cinnabar on it looks so red, not like an antique that has been three hundred years old."

Mr. Zhuge: “…”

Damn, if you see through it and don’t tell it through, you just tell the secrets of the industry so carelessly, and let others make a living?

However, Mr. Zhuge will definitely not admit it, and he will never admit it in his life.

He sneered and said, "We have 50,000 people in the Ge Sect, and you have only three people in the Zhang Sect. Comparing financial resources and strength with our Ge Sect, Fellow Daoist Wen, I don't want to say the four words "I actually don't want to say it."

Wen Yinuo raised his eyebrows gently.

She was worried about live broadcasts, so she strictly controlled the degree of ridicule of her words.

But my patience did not bring about the other party's equal treatment, but instead became even more humiliating her master.

Is it tolerable, who can't bear it?

Wen Yinuo hugged his chest with his hands and narrowed his eyes, "Fellow Daoge Zhuge, do you understand the reason why ambition is not as high as you are. In the Tianshi industry, what is the use of you to accumulate people? In addition to making money more convenient for you, I can't see how many advantages your 50,000 people have."

Then she stretched out a finger and pointed at herself backwards, "Have you heard an old saying?"

"What old saying?"

"Although Zhang has three households, Ge will definitely be Zhang!"

This is the comment that applies to "Although Chu has three households, Qin will surely be Chu" in "Records of the Grand Historian: The Chronicle of Xiang Yu".

Mr. Zhuge was so angry that he shivered and stretched out a finger to point at Wen Yinuo: "I'll just talk about the matter, you actually humiliate us Ge Sect?"

"Each of each other." Wen Yinuo shrugged and said indifferently: "I didn't say anything just now, and you started to humiliate my master. Don't you allow me to fight back?"

Mrs. Fang saw the two people in the Taoist sects arguing, and she had a headache, "Can you two put the argument aside first and see how it is going on there? Why can't I see the live broadcast on their side?"

She pointed to Mr. Zhuge's tablet.

Just then, someone rushed down from the covered terrace like a gust of wind and said sternly: "Fang Qinghua, you despicable villain! Did you deliberately pull my hair yesterday! Tear my neck!"

Mrs. Fang screamed in surprise, ran to Mr. Zhuge quickly and hid behind him.

Mr. Zhuge originally wanted to run away, but when Mrs. Fang was holding her in front of Miss Tang, he was embarrassed to run away again, so he had to shout: "Miss Tang, don't be impulsive! Don't be impulsive! Everyone has something to say!"

"You have been doing a temple to punish me, and you still asked me to have something to say? Do you have something to say?!" Miss Tang approached them step by step, her face was ferocious, and blue veins on her forehead were popping out.

Mr. Zhuge was forced to retreat step by step by step by step by step, and Mrs. Fang was also behind him and had to retreat step by step.

Just as he was about to touch the edge of the flower bed behind him, Mrs. Fang suddenly ran out and rushed towards Wen Yinuo.

Wen Yinuo, who is on the show, is watching: "..."

Fortunately, she reacted quickly and quickly slipped away from the altar.

Miss Tang turned her head and saw Mrs. Fang standing alone behind the altar. The incense burner on the altar was still emitting wisps of white smoke. She immediately let go of Mr. Zhuge and turned her head to run towards the altar.

boom!

She kicked over the altar and pointed at Mrs. Fang, who was trembling on the other side of the altar, with her fingers, "Fang Qinghua, this is the first time, I will spare you. If you dare to attack me again, I will not show mercy anymore!"

The altar fell to the ground with a loud bang, and the incense burner and other magical instruments on the altar rolled on the grass.

The white ash in the incense burner was scattered all over the floor, which looked very obvious and ugly on the green lawn.

Mrs. Fang sat down on the ground all of a sudden. She looked at Miss Tang with fear and said loudly: "Don't come over! If you come over, I will call the police!"

"Do you still know to call the police?" Miss Tang sneered, but she stopped. "I said, this is the first time, I will spare you. Next time, I will let you see how powerful I am!"

She turned her head and spat at Mr. Zhuge, "Hmph! What kind of Taoist master! He is just a waste!"

Mr. Zhuge's face suddenly fluttered, but he didn't say anything.

Wen Yinuo was watching the fun without bothering him. He clenched his fists and his eyes shone brightly, reminding him: "Fellow Daoge Zhuge, Miss Tang scolded you as a waste..."

Shouldn't you fight back?

Mr. Zhuge glared at her and thought to himself that I thank you! My ears are not deaf again!

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This is the third update.

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Chapter completed!